Archives for November 2005
I’m listening to a song on Radio Paradise that I haven’t heard in a long time: Dada’s “Dim.” Somehow, it seems appropriate for Thanksgiving (but maybe I just like this song).
I’m thankful for the good people in my life. I’m lucky, blessed, whatever you want to call it, and that’s crystal clear to me. I thank my family and friends. I hope you had a good holiday and spent it with good people.
Yeah, okay, so this won’t be that interesting of a post. But it’s 1:46 in the a.m. on Monday morning, i.e. Sunday night, and that’s just so damn typical. I mean, why am I awake? Why am I writing on this stupid website? Who wants to be reading this “information?”
The answer is: nobody!!!
It’s so typical for me to unnecessarily prolong the going-to-sleep process on Sunday night. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I get more sleep on the weekends and this puffs up my “sleep confidence,” i.e. I think I can stay up later and not be tired the next day. Well I’m wrong! Consistently! Basically I screw myself over every week and I’m tired on Monday and I’m continually trying to catch up the rest of the week.
Maybe that’s why I fall asleep on the train sometimes!
Well, that’s about it. I was leaving this place anyhow.
p.s. You know I don’t actually write like this, right? Am I the only one who gets the joke?
Some of you may realize I’m cheap and frugal and worried about spending money. I mean, if you go back to the very first post on my blog, it says so. But I’ve been changing (witness this post). Lately, another side of Tom has really taken charge: the side that likes spending money.
Ben noticed this today. In a mental wrestling match between Frugal Tom and “Don’t Give a Fuck” Tom (Ben’s words), the latter took the former to the cleaners. He’s been doing that a lot lately, actually. After the fight, I bought an interesting and not-particularly-cheap Scottish whisky liqueur called Atholl Brose. Overall, I think “Don’t Give a Fuck” Tom is a lot happier and more fun to be around.
Okay. I just had the TV on mute, so maybe I didn’t get the introduction, but what in the hell was that “simulated news conference” by the Red Sox on tonight’s SportsCenter? What is ESPN thinking? What is this crap? Steve Phillips (who is that?) is playing the Red Sox GM? What?
And to cap it off, they had “technical difficulties” during their fake news conference, so Stuart Scott and his barking sidekick had to stammer and cut to commercial.
Was anyone else watching that?
Oh, and to anyone who didn’t get the memo that ESPN is ruining sports… well, that was it.
UPDATE 11/7/05: Thank God a couple of other people noticed this upardonable crap.
UPDATE 11/9/05: Shawn Morton noticed ESPN’s perfect melding of hubris and idiocy, too, and he even caught a mention of the fake press conference on CNN.com. Earth to the Eastern Seaboard Sports Network: the world despises you.
I ain’t rapped at ya much lately, so I thought a little status update on Tom’s mundane life might be in order. If you know me, I guess this might be more interesting.
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Allow me to be utterly clear about something: IKEA sucks. I hate it. I fucking hate IKEA. I hate IKEA. I hate the place. I will never shop there again.
Let me tell you why. Let me tell you why you should never buy a thing at that God-forsaken place. Let me tell you why—spffft! spffft! spffft!—I spit on that goddamn Schaumburg IKEA.
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I know I ain’t posted much lately, but lemme just come out of retirement for a sec to say this: Madonna is ugly as sin. Damn. Woman looks like a troll.
Robbie Williams, you might as well lust after the Crypt Keeper.