15 posts tagged “despair”
I was walking home from the Metro about a half-hour ago, and had the delightful experience of stepping in a pile of shit in the middle of the sidewalk that some kind dog owner had neglected to clean up. And that about sums up my miserable day and this miserable year. I'd wish for a better 2010, but what's the fucking point?
A couple of hours ago, I got home from my annual December tour of the flyovers. Here are a few of the highlights:
- I kicked my sister's ass at Rummikub. It's mostly a game of chance, so it's not as satisfying as a Scrabble victory. But the important thing is that I won. A lot.
- I watched Elf as I wrapped presents for the unknownth year in a row. It was weird that I wasn't wrapping presents on Christmas Eve this year.
- I met up with a friend from high school I haven't seen in at least ten years, and maybe since graduation. That was good.
- My ploy to buy the love of my nieces and nephews through cool Christmas presents continues apace.
- I went to see Up in the Air by myself on Christmas Eve. That was a little ironic, but I enjoyed it anyway.
- I'm sick and tired of coming home sick and tired. I'll settle for just tired if my sister agrees not to bring sick kids from here on out.
I spent a lot of time this evening flipping channels between three games, and the one I watched least was the only one worth watching. It figures. Everything always sucks this time of year. I don't know why I expected sports to be any different. Anyway, during one of the commercial breaks I didn't reach for the remote quickly enough, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a few of the DC Rollergirls fill my screen. I could wait until tomorrow to post this, but I'm already ready to move that last post down the page a bit.
1/ The Cherry Blossom Bombshells are the strongest contingent, which is unsurprising.
2/ I enjoy seeing the roller derby names as subtitles, especially "Five-Ho."
3/ Who the hell are the Meat Locker Babes?
I learned this evening that the Miami Redhawks basketball game against the nineteenth-ranked Cincinnati Bearcats is being broadcast on ESPN2. I've never seen Miami play basketball on television outside of March (and those March games are rare), so it would just figure they'd be on at the same time as the Steelers.
At halftime, Miami is down by only one point. The Steelers are losing and Ben Roethlisberger was just sacked for the fifth time. They look fucking terrible, and they're playing the goddamn Cleveland Browns. So I think I'm gonna switch over to the basketball game. I'm sure Ben will understand.
I promised myself I wasn't going to phone it in tonight. But I only just now got home from work. I had a mostly shitty day. I'm way behind on a drawing I promised Daby and CarrieNation. And my favorite baseball team - the New York Yankees - are playing game one of the World Series. So here we are.
Chuck Klosterman calls this song "the emo 'Rock Around the Clock.'" Is he right? I don't know. Nobody knows. What's the point of debating, anyway? Who cares?
Last week, I tried an experiment in positive thinking. Rather than be my normal, realistic self, I thought positive thoughts every single day. And I posted them on Facebook. As you might expect, I got a lot of bewildered comments. But you know, the important thing is that I didn't feel any differently. At all. Positive thinking is a load of horseshit.
Yesterday was literally one of the worst days of my entire life. Today was going to be better by default, just because I've got nowhere to go but up. And the beach. I've got nowhere to go but up and to the beach. (Not necessarily in that order.) This trip couldn't have come at a better time. I need to get away so badly I've been trying not to think about how it's not nearly long enough. See yinz all on Thursday.
We may have mentioned this before, but those that pay attention can track our general disposition through this humble blog. We've noticed over the past three years a clear (to us) pattern of negligence when we are down. Now just so happens to be one of those unfortunate times. We've been fairly stressed out lately, and we've been dealing with the inevitable low after a long spring of being mostly up. And despite our week-long dalliance with the Question of the Day, we feel hotrod.vox.com has not been getting the attention it deserves. We had hoped to rectify that this evening with an off-topic and humorous personal anecdote, but nothing came to mind. Or at least nothing that we could crank out in twenty minutes or less.
Then we remembered a couple of posts by Dabysan (before he jetted off to another hemisphere; god, we hate that asshole) about smooth music. Those posts prompted us to re-watch the tremendous Yacht Rock series in its entirety one sleepless mid-June night. This is our favorite episode.
I had a somewhat humbling - if unsurprising - trip to the doctor today. I've been freaking out about, well, literally everything lately and started to notice some tightness in my chest over the past couple of days. Which naturally caused me to freak out a little more. Hence the trip to the doctor. Long story short - I'm fine, but my heart rate is on the fast side of normal. It's a Fiat, when it should be a BMW. (Yes, my doctor actually said that.) I'm supposed to get more cardio exercise (which: check) and drink less coffee. That second item is going to be even more painful than the cardio. Good thing for me it's just a heart. It ain't worth nothin'.
Now is the time when I'm supposed to announce that for the next week I'll be posting nothing but a daily response to the Question of the Day. But I'm not very clever to begin with and I had a really shitty afternoon. Just this introductory post is proving to be quite the challenge. So let's just say that for the next week I'll be posting nothing but answers to the Questions of the Day and leave it at that. God help us all.
Oh, and memes can blow me.
