Tradition

I too am bored with the lack of interaction with the blog these days. Think about it. Who got you started on this? Me. And who has one faithful reader that demands more? Me. And who is not going to whore himself out on myspace? Me.

Let me ask you, my one faithful reader, where have all the entries gone? I have seen an utter disregard for this site. Who even added Hey Russ and Tullis to this community? Me. But they too stopped writing. Erock? TracyRenee? Millertime? Rosedog? All me, in a round-about way. Who even set up One Leg with stumplove.blogspot.com? But to no avail.

A few more questions for you. Who cares about Central Division baseball? Who saw Weaver out-duel Clemens? (That was me, and a la-jit game to attend.) Who watched Houston's Craig Biggio and Manager Phil Garner get ejected by home plate umpire Doug Eddings in the top the seventh inning for arguing a pitch that hit Biggio during his at bat? (Me again, same game.) Who thinks Wayne Brady looks like the guy that played the Black Power Ranger? (Kinda similar.) Who thinks myspace is a waste of time, especially when it's a pain to access the site at work and even then most of the pictures do not display properly? (Me.) Who clicked on the stumplove link above? (You did, didn't you?)

So I implore, return to your roots. Don't get lured away with fancy backgrounds, pictures of people you don't know and never meet, music videos, and Victoria Silvstedt, Playmate of the Year.

An epiphany

I just realized that I don't care much for commenting on my blog. And why should I? I am the sole originator of the useless knowledge that I subject to my faithful reader. I know why I said it. It's up to him to relate the mostly nonsensical ramblings to an everyday level.

To add to my "don't care much for" list, I ask the question, "What good is a dictionary?" The only way to find a word is to already know the spelling. And the only time I consult the dictionary, is when I don't know how to spell the word.

Now you might think this is a good premise to add the dictionary and Merriam-Webster to my Joe Rogan list. Well you'd be wrong. How else would 12 year olds stall for time while trying to remember how to spell appoggiatura? Not to overlook the etymology of the word. Oh, such useless knowledge. Just one more bit of information I can store in my brain forcing out something I learned in school.

Yes I am

You Are Whiskey

You're a tough drinker, and you take it like a man That means no girly drinks for you - even if you are a girl You prefer a cold, hard drink at the end of the day Every day, in fact. And make that a few.

What alcoholic drink are you?

Bah Doo Doo, Boo Daht Dit Dah

We are going to the Dave Matthews Band concert at SBC park this weekend. Now I haven't seen the recent setlists... but this entry has just taken a turn. I decided to look at the setlists and I noticed he has not been playing the abone special. That would be So Much to Say -> Has Anyone Seen the Bridge -> another song. I have heard this at every concert I have attended. I enjoy the Bridge and kind of looked forward to hearing it, it's just So Much that I could do without. But if they are not playing So Much, how are they going to play the Bridge? And how are they going to play the Bridge into another song? I guess there is only one way to find out. And since my faithful reader will be in attendance, we'll find out together.

The title of the entry today happens to be the opening bass line to a Dave Matthews Band song, but which one? Think about it. Around. Wait, reverse that.

To clear things up

Yesterday, my one faithful reader and I were on our way to play a little racquetball, when Moodswing decided that he needed a tasty sports beverage. While at Sam's, I cannot remember the actual name of the store, but Sam is the guy that now owns it, hence it's Sam's, we were startled by a lovely women buying 3 tall cans of Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor and a tall can of MGD. She continuously asked us if we knew who Mike Jones was. Not really sure how to respond, nor who Mike Jones is, I politely excused myself from the store to laugh. Thinking about it and only really coming up with Mike Lowrey and Tom Jones, and not being able to call Hey Russ for the answer, I needed to know who Mike Jones really was. Now upon a quick Google search, most of you would think Mike Jones is this fine young man. Well, you would be wrong. Upon further investigaion, I was able to ascertain the true identity of Mike Jones. Ladies and Gentlemen, well, my one faithful reader, without further ado, Mike Jones.