I kind of stomped on someone’s head a little while ago; I probably shouldn’t have, but I came across something on Twitter that struck a nerve. I don’t follow this person, so I was watching the discussion through comments and re-tweets of those who do. I was curious about a couple of those — all… Read More 61. what i meant.
I’ve talked a bunch in the past about the difficulties I’ve had with the prospect of tinkering with the Big Ten’s football schedule. There is a rhythm to football season, and I’ve always thought that moving stuff around would mean significant changes to the flow of November. I’ve known for a while that the addition… Read More 57. concerned.
At the outset of last night’s Phish show, someone in the #phish stream complained that the band couldn’t possibly do Waiting for Columbus justice, and stomped off of Twitter, just to avoid the indignity of it all. Phish can take liberties with covers, but in the case of last night’s show they played it straight… Read More 32. barbershop bogart.
A bunch of my Stiller-fan friends have been griping non-stop since yesterday afternoon, when Stillers linebacker James Harrison was fined $75,000 for what looked to me to be a cheap hit on the Browns’ Mohamed Massaquoi Sunday afternoon. (For the record, I thought the hit on Joshua Cribbs, who was also knocked out of the game… Read More 20. turkey joe.
I’ve spent a lot of time here bitching about the Big Ten Network, especially when it was getting set up and being stupid about the franchise fees it was seeking from cable companies. That’s mostly been resolved, although it’s worth noting that my old cable company — Armstrong, in Butler — still hasn’t given in.… Read More 4. good and bad.
Although WordPress seems to do a pretty good job of figuring out which comments belong here and which don’t, I still take a look at the spam folder once in a while to catch those occasional misses. The comments in there today are almost conversational, rather than the usual gibberish or collection of links. It’s… Read More tasty spam.
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