Upset of the year...
...didn't happen. But the Falcons put up a good fight for two and a half quarters. For that, I was thankful on the Thanksgiving holiday. Also, big props to my little brother who got us tickets through his drug and/or pimp connections. Not sure what he's doing these days, but when the end results are football tickets, I'm not asking.
Labels: Atlanta, Football, Games
« November 23, 2007 4:57 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Updates
Fantasy Football
My JammyDodgers just won their sixth fantasy football game of the season (6-3). It was a most unprobable win and it was only by 2 points, but I'll take it all the same, especially since I didn't have to resort to cheating. I've been pretty good at not doing that yet (cheating, I mean), but there are five remaining games and I'll probably end up down that shameful but winful path. How do I know? I cheat at solitaire and I've done it all my life. I'm not going to stop now and I know it.
Inner Peace
I've had a few relapses, but overall, I'm a pretty pleasant person to be around. Finally!, you say. The Dalai Lama is like magic! The magic was wearing off a little today, but I don't really expect myself to be calm 100% of the time. I'd have to check my pulse or put a little mirror under my nose every few hours and I don't like carrying around little mirrors.
Nanowrimo
Yes, I'm doing it again. This is how excited I am about it. I'm not really complaining about this completely voluntary competition because that would be annoying. I do look at it like, "another November, another novel" and I wish I could be more excited about it. But there's nothing very exciting about writing and authors unless you're J.K. Rowling and get to re-upset zealoty bigots with the gay wizard Dumbledore. No, not gray wizard; that's Gandalf.
Zoe's Ark
I don't really understand how anyone, let alone a humanitarian group, can believe that they have the right to take children away from their parents (in Chad) and fly them to another country (France) to be adopted. They also convinced some French journalists and a Spanish flight crew into helping them, thus igniting an international crisis. French President Sarkozy came in and rescued some of the hoodwinked journalists and flight attendants from the jails (literally, I think he piloted the plane), but this is strange and it's French and it's not over.
Labels: Books, Football, Games, News
« November 06, 2007 8:38 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Humongous Vegas
This being my fourth trip to Vegas, I really didn't have much interest in taking pictures...until I stepped into this bathroom stall at MGM and saw Ingrid Bergman. I whipped out my camera phone and didn't even check to see if I pulled up my pants. If you look in the reflection, you'll know the answer. Please don't look too hard.
In my dreams, getting a royal flush meant thousands of dollars with balloons falling out of the sky as the flashing light on top of the machine goes crazy. In real life, playing a one cent 100 hand vp machine and hitting a royal flush means six...dollars and an empty 7+7 glass (and no balloons). Do you know that the odds of hitting a royal flush are 1 in 649740 hands? I basically hit the only royal flush of my life and got six dollars for it. That's just great. Also, the picture is not blurry. This is how the screen looked through my tears; first, out of happiness and then later, out of realization of what 600 credits multipied by one cent really means.
I spent my six dollar royal flush winnings rather quickly. I also placed some sports bets and played some parlay cards. This is all that's left. On the upside, I did eat many, many one-dollar hot dogs while watching every single football game on Sunday. Do not ask me to quantify "many, many".
It's no secret: the whole reason I go to Vegas is for Celine. This is the hallowed store in Caesars Palace where I have purchased more Celine branded items than I should ever admit, but I'm gonna tell you anyway. This time, I got a short glass, a postcard and (another) show program.
And the woman herself...kinda. This is the entrance to the Colosseum where I saw Celine for the fifth and final (hoo hoo) time. She's as nuts as ever, but I love her for her wackiness. That's my head between Celine's ...um, below Celine's... no, I mean at the bottom of the picture. Yes, that's what I really mean to say. Thanks for the Vegas experience, Celine! I'll see you again someday, but probably not as close as five feet. Dammit, restraining orders cramp my style. Right, Isabelle?
Labels: Celine, Football, Games, Vegas
« September 26, 2007 9:00 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Fantastically uninteresting
Because this will probably be the high point of the season for me, I'm going to be obnoxious (it's gonna be a stretch) and gloat over the ass-kicking I gave my fantasy football league this weekend:
-- Carson Palmer threw for six (six!) touchdowns and a thousand yards and the Bengals still lost because not only did they dress like an Arena football team, they played like one. For real, any team with uniforms that horrendous can never really be called "winners".
-- Each of my running backs scored 20 points for me.
-- My stud WR Andre Johnson caught two TDs (no, not STDs, although I can neither verify nor confirm that) and then he went and sprained his knee. A real stud can not be a gimpy stud!
-- Calvin Johnson and newly acquired Broncos Brandon Marshall performed exactly as expected and that's all I ask for.
-- Let's not talk about Tony Gonzalez.
-- Jeff Wilkins booted a 53 yarder along with 2 more field goals. I'm going to ignore the 56 yard attempt that would've won the game against the 49ers. But I like the 49ers, so it's all good.
-- My man-tasy player Champ Bailey and the Denver defense picked off 2 passes and sacked the QB 4 times.
All in all, I racked up over 150 points. Next closest? 108. I'm going to ride this wave all the way to Vegas for next week's games where I'll surely have a craptastic Sunday because real money will be on the line and I get nervous around real money. But, that's okay. I'm a winner this week, mostly because I'm not a Bengal wearing that ridiculous uniform and losing to the even more ridiculous Cleveland Browns. I mean, what's a Brown?
- The sharpest crayon in the box? (if you get this, you are like so awesome)
- A shipping company with bad commercials?
- A player for the worst team in the NFL?
- No, wait, that's a Falcon.
« September 17, 2007 4:55 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Wii KO
Tapping into our 10 year old selves, we got a Nintendo Wii yesterday. It's as cool as you've heard. If you've heard nothing, you can either see this or stay under that rock of yours. It's all up to you.
I admit to not having a 10 year old body (Freaky Friday hilarity aside, that would be absolutely horrifying...for everyone) so after a few hours of chasing mutant rabbits, throwing cows and boxing, I'm more sore than any person should be from playing video games.
There are some games that require nothing more than finger exercise, but I think that misses the whole point of this particular game console. It's not about the awesomeness of the graphics or the speed of gameplay, but more about how comfortable you are dodging punches coming from your television screen.
Labels: Games
« August 07, 2007 10:16 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
