Well that was an unproductive weekend for fishing. I got zero in.
So we did put up Christmas trees, put some other decorations up, and did some fabric shopping with my wife.
Odd thing about fabric shopping my wife always takes me. I can't sew, Im not a snazzy dresser, and I'm a terrible interior decorator, but for whatever reason I can visualize how patterns/colors/prints/designs go together really well. I'm good at it; I don't know how or why, I just am.
Overall it was a pretty good holiday weekend; I'm not sure how Christmas will be this year. But I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Well that was an unproductive weekend for fishing. I got zero in.
You were supposed to make something up if you didn't catch anything. You’re going against centuries’ old tradition here. Have you no sense of duty? ;)
Glad you had a good time at least.
I think I didn't write my statement clearly. I'm more than willing to fudge a few facts add an extra 6 inches or 3 feet, maybe few (dozen) pounds. I didn't even get to wet a hook over the break.
The gods of chaos and mundane housework conspired against your brave hero. Lo did he in vain press forward against the raging maw. And lo did he strike out with a myriad of blows against domesticity.
But a thousand woes fell upon the hero, gusts from the fridged god buffeted and chilled him, and yet he sallied forth to Neptune's abode.
Full-bodied blows of seasonal custom and womanly lots rained upon the hero's head like strikes from the crop of the master. Yet he crept ever forward to Pisces call.
Alas our hero was struck down, not from the great dragon, or fiercest bear sow, or even dreadful sleep that comes at such a time as this. No his quest to fill his lungs with briney air of freedom was ended not by giants, but the smallest conspirator. A betrayer of surpassing cuteness and dangerous guile. One filled with craftiness hidden deeply behind a facade of familiarity. One who fears not the words of power or the mortal threads in which they weave. One who utters those powers equally in joy and rage.
For lo our hero's journey halted by the smallest, whose shadow dwarfs the even the mighty Titans. For in her need she cried out to the primal forces that bind this earth and all in it. In her plea to forces that run wilder and deeper than understanding, she shattered the hero's vainglorious pilgrimage.
Daddy I love you, let's watch Scooby-Dooby-Doo and play animals
I was listening to a podcast put out by the ajc with GaTech basketball coach Josh Pastner and learned that his father has the only reel-to-reel footage of Wilt Chamberlain's 100pt game. Josh's father was a manager for the 76ers and he/Josh's grandfather filmed the game from the 2nd on.
Anyway Josh's dad gave the film to Wilt's mom as a present (he was friends with Wilt); when she passed Wilt gave the film to Pastner's grandfather. It's been sitting in a storage unit that belongs to Josh's dad since the grandfather passed.
While getting sidetracked on crazy alien plots, Greys, Reptilians, and Nordics, i learned a new term (also it sounds like it could be the name of a terrible garage band or a comic idea) Esoteric Hitlerism.
It's basically a theory about nazis that combines Chariot of the Gods with Conan the Barbarian and Pagan ideas. Truly amazing.
Everytime I begin to lose faith in the human race I come to the realization that somebody somewhere believes that Hitler, a descendant of Hyborians, met with aliens at the center of the earth.
While getting sidetracked on crazy alien plots, Greys, Reptilians, and Nordics, i learned a new term (also it sounds like it could be the name of a terrible garage band or a comic idea) Esoteric Hitlerism.
It's basically a theory about nazis that combines Chariot of the Gods with Conan the Barbarian and Pagan ideas. Truly amazing.
Everytime I begin to lose faith in the human race I come to the realization that somebody somewhere believes that Hitler, a descendant of Hyborians, met with aliens at the center of the earth.
Is that somehow intended to be restorative?
As I drove home yesterday, I bore witness to a vehicle with a decidedly un-ironically displayed InfoWars window sticker. My reaction was a mix between Santa in the "They Do Exist" M&M commercial and Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live.
The family was watching Hairspray last night. Those live theater things on TV are so much better with an audience. I've also been listening to the soundtrack to My Fair Lady. This is probably just me, but I would love to see The Shat playing Henry Higgins.
Tom Brady couldn't save that team. Terrible offensive line (partly due to injuries), bad defense, unimaginative offensive coordinator—the 49ers have more problems than just Kaepernick.
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So we did put up Christmas trees, put some other decorations up, and did some fabric shopping with my wife.
Odd thing about fabric shopping my wife always takes me. I can't sew, Im not a snazzy dresser, and I'm a terrible interior decorator, but for whatever reason I can visualize how patterns/colors/prints/designs go together really well. I'm good at it; I don't know how or why, I just am.
Overall it was a pretty good holiday weekend; I'm not sure how Christmas will be this year. But I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Glad you had a good time at least.
The gods of chaos and mundane housework conspired against your brave hero. Lo did he in vain press forward against the raging maw. And lo did he strike out with a myriad of blows against domesticity.
But a thousand woes fell upon the hero, gusts from the fridged god buffeted and chilled him, and yet he sallied forth to Neptune's abode.
Full-bodied blows of seasonal custom and womanly lots rained upon the hero's head like strikes from the crop of the master. Yet he crept ever forward to Pisces call.
Alas our hero was struck down, not from the great dragon, or fiercest bear sow, or even dreadful sleep that comes at such a time as this. No his quest to fill his lungs with briney air of freedom was ended not by giants, but the smallest conspirator. A betrayer of surpassing cuteness and dangerous guile. One filled with craftiness hidden deeply behind a facade of familiarity. One who fears not the words of power or the mortal threads in which they weave. One who utters those powers equally in joy and rage.
For lo our hero's journey halted by the smallest, whose shadow dwarfs the even the mighty Titans. For in her need she cried out to the primal forces that bind this earth and all in it. In her plea to forces that run wilder and deeper than understanding, she shattered the hero's vainglorious pilgrimage.
Daddy I love you, let's watch Scooby-Dooby-Doo and play animals
Anyway Josh's dad gave the film to Wilt's mom as a present (he was friends with Wilt); when she passed Wilt gave the film to Pastner's grandfather. It's been sitting in a storage unit that belongs to Josh's dad since the grandfather passed.
So the bartender gave it to her.
Such as...
Yvonne Craig with dark hair. Yowza.
Annette looking foxy as all get out in her cameo.
It's basically a theory about nazis that combines Chariot of the Gods with Conan the Barbarian and Pagan ideas. Truly amazing.
Everytime I begin to lose faith in the human race I come to the realization that somebody somewhere believes that Hitler, a descendant of Hyborians, met with aliens at the center of the earth.
As I drove home yesterday, I bore witness to a vehicle with a decidedly un-ironically displayed InfoWars window sticker. My reaction was a mix between Santa in the "They Do Exist" M&M commercial and Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live.
Far more disturbing than palliative.
I've also been listening to the soundtrack to My Fair Lady. This is probably just me, but I would love to see The Shat playing Henry Higgins.
Edit: Walmart put a lit up semi in the parade.
We were giving candy back to the kids in parade. No responsible parent should let an almost 3 year old have that much candy.
This is the attendance at the stadium today in SF (from an ESPN reporter's Twitter feed).
What's that look like? 3000 people, maybe? Ugh.