Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Matt Birk is a genius

  • Sweet baby Jesus in a disco, how can it only be Wednesday? All this waking early stuff has left me a broken man. You win Corporate Evil; just let me sleep.

  • One of the ways in which I appear to be responding to all this sleep deprivation is by randomly making noises. I'll just be sitting there and suddenly I hear myself saying: "Ehhhh."
    It will confuse me just as much as everyone around me.
    "Why did you just make that noise?"
    "I have no idea."
    Also, my body seems to really enjoy belching.

  • I was thinking today: Isn't it odd that there aren't really any superstar centers in (American) football? Considering what a vital position it is on a team, it's strange that no one walks around wearing a center's jersey. I think I'll go out and buy a No. 78 jersey.

  • I admire the obscure dedication needed to maintain this website.

  • This will inevitably drop your estimation of me, but I could stare at this all day (possibly not safe for work).

  • Before, during, and after photos from the tsunami.

  • There's a special place in hell for you when you drive into a car full of nuns.

  • "they can be released when doctors determine they are mentally competent" -- Something tells me they won't be released.

  • "OK, here's a picture of the guy I want you to stab."
    "Great. No problem."
    Later that night...
    "Oh, crap."

  • You can kind of guess why this guy didn't get any presents.

  • But he's not the only one. The holiday season just seems to bring out the best in people.

  • Obviously some people just don't know how to properly celebrate the season. Personally, for my money, there's nothing better than spending the holidays sniffin' glue in a Dumpster.
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