I just re-read my blog entry from June 2009, The Future of Twitter. In that post, I did my usual round of horrible and smug predictions for the future (honestly, I think the only thing I can predict with any accuracy is the Redskins’ future. And that generally isn’t pretty), culminating in the belief that once Corporate America realizes the usefulness of the service (mini-press conferences on demand) that it will earn a place with staying power. I was, of course, wrong about a lot of things – including my assertion that I would never be on it (fool!). I also used the word celebutard a lot for some reason. I must have been vexed at one for some reason. Probably Ashton Kutcher. Isn’t it quaint that back in ’09 you used to hear about him? God that was CENTURIES ago. Read the rest of this entry
Last year, September 28th to be precise, I predicted that JIm Zorn would be fired and replaced with Mike Shanahan. I was right, just like I was with Chris Samuels’ retirement. Neither pleased me overmuch, since it meant that the ‘Skins truly did have an awful year, and one of the offensive line stalwarts was gone for good. It kind’ve takes the wind out of the old sails.
So, we’ve had two meaningless preseason games so far, and thus it is time to reflect on what I see. I am glad we have Donovan McNabb. I think he does a lot of McNabb Things, like the grounder to the tight end, that I don’t like, but the clutch play on third down that has murdered the Redskins for years will be in our favor this time. He has a much better record in the Skins stadium than any QB we’ve actually employed, so I’d rather have him.
1. Man, was yesterday a serious Monday, as in an epic “Case of the Mun-days.” I was dreaded Monday as soon as it got dark on Sunday, as was Lady Aravan, and boy howdy were our premonitions of impending suck correct. The best thing about today is that it isn’t yesterday.
1. I spent over 6 hours yesterday moving and/or assembling furniture yesterday. I still have more to do, which is alright, since I don’t mind doing it really. IKEA is the most wonderfulest furniture store ever, and putting their stuff together is generally really easy. The only piece that frightens me is the buffet. Lots o’ parts and heavy. I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be, which is a bonus.
Karma is an interesting concept. My intention is not to discuss the wide-ranging philosophical implications of karma and what it means to different people and blah blah blah. No, I’m merely interested in the applications of karma to professional football.
1. Game predictions: Favre Bowl ’10 approacheth, like a beast shambling onwards towards Bethlehem. Vikings/Jets in the Super Bowl. God help us all.
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1. I’ve written 20,000 words of my novel in 12 days. I feel very good about that milestone and the story in general. How I feel about it when time and perspective are applied, I don’t know, but I hope I’ll still like it. I think I will. The zombies are about to make their first appearance, and I’m excited and nervous. I’ve enjoyed writing a fantasy novel so far, and I hope I like writing zombie novels too.
1. Have you ever really liked a song and enjoyed everything about it except one little thing that just starts to stand out to you every time you hear it? Then the more you hear it, the more time you spend dreading the part you don’t like? Eventually, you end up not liking the song nearly as much as you did and every time you hear it gets a little more disappointing? If no, then fuck off and read something else.
For my wife, one of those songs, I think, would be “China Girl” by David Bowie (and just now, the part she hates ran through her head and for a second she hates me just a little bit for bringing it up). For me, that song is “Paradise City” by Guns n Roses. The beginning of that song is like the perfectly distilled essence of what is good about rock music. The extended musical intro, the wailing refrain, simple and pure: “Take me down to Paradise City/ where the grass is green/ and the girls are pretty/Oh won’t you please take me home.” If for one song, I was blessed with the ability to play guitar, sing, and dominate a stage with my presence, it would absolutely be “Paradise City.” Except for one niggling thing.