Gentleman's Game...

I've decided to take on the challenge of becoming a respectable billiards player. First thing on my agenda: try not to suck so bad. I can't get the ball to go where I want it. I can't not scratch on a break. I miss the most ridiculously easy shots. All those things aside, I'm determined. You'll see me hanging out at the local billiards hall, in the corner, Sam Adam's on the table to my left, trying the same shot over and over again until I can duplicate it with consistency.

AC/DC Illegal while driving...

AC/DC Should be illegal while driving. There must be some carnal connection between the heart-thumping-rock of AC/DC and the right foot.

I was driving on the highway and Done Dirt Cheep came on. With each “Oye,” my foot pressed on the gas pedal. I noticed two cops parked in the turn-around, everyone slowed down and turned onto the driving lane. I sped past them and didn't think about it until the song finished.

Maybe they knew. Maybe their radar-guns have a special check-if-ac-dc-done-dirt-cheap-is-playing feature. They saw me fly by, checked to see if I was listening to Done Dirt Cheap, acknowledged that I was, smiled, shook their heads, and said in unison, “[feel free top suggest something clever].”

Friday night Saturday...

Hung out in New Haven. Much fun was had. Left my for my car, on foot, a little drunk, at 3 a.m. Found my car at 4:10 a.m. Chuck Taylor's are not the most comfortable shoes for extended periods of walking. Got in bed at 5:30 a.m. Woke up at 8 a.m. Drove to work.

I'm very tired.

Also, I ordered my red Chuck's. They should be on my feet in 4-7 days.

Un-snip...

Yesterday I asked, "Should I un-snip this?" I was then asked, very reasonably, “How does one un-snip something?”

The world may never know.