Crikey, I still feel awful. If this keeps up, I'm going to run out of Steve Irwin-style exclamations to express how bad I feel. Danger, danger, danger.
In Nick Hornby's "Fever Pitch," he talks about the joy he receives from the fact that people associate him with Arsenal -- when they hear a story about the team, they think of him and will bring it up later.
On a smaller scale, people will often send me links to stories they see about beer. And if a news story even contains the word "Wales" I'm likely to hear about it.
I was thinking about these connections today because Monday was opening day*, which makes me think of erstwhile blogger Meaghan's enthusiasm for the Yankees. Usually when I ask direct questions they are ignored in the comments, but I'll ask anyway: What connections do people make to you?
Here's another question: what the hell am I doing in this photo?
It appears that a picture of me dancing like a Cossack has been Photoshopped into this one, which was taken while celebrating Koss' birthday. Perhaps I am subconsciously making sure that I am clearly not touching Anthony's wife, because he is bigger than me (blog-mention point for Anthony).
I want to tell you that I am also in this photo, or, rather, my hand is in the photo, but that's sadly not true. I can't tell you whose hand it really is because it would negate Anthony's point.
Some quotes are better out of context: "we're ready to take America’s marshmallow craze to the next level with more pump-action power."
That version of U2's "One" with Mary J. Blige makes my soul hurt.
Good name for a band: The Death Freezers