Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Rahm it!!

Go. Read. Way better than shitmydadsays.

While the Stupor Bowl was on

Partner and I were eating in a restaurant where we were very nearly the only patrons. Primarily, because they didn’t have a TV.

As I have often repeated, if it doesn’t involve the arrival of something dead at my house, I don’t consider it a sport. I don’t get it and I never will. Even the commercials were lame, this year. And it was the most watched game in history, apparently.

The girls at the hotel are being smartasses. They pointed the shower head out so when I turned on the water the whole bathroom got drenched. Glad I was already naked.

They moved my room next to the Fitness room because my snoring was keeping other guests awake.

Most of yesterday, I spent ressurecting a machine that should have been left to die many years ago.
I have no earthly idea why it’s still working. It was a horrible machine to begin with and now it’s a horrible old machine full of worn out parts and crap, but it keeps soldiering on. Proving that beauty and intellect are rare and fleeting, and ugly and ignorant are eternal.