Aww.... poopers.

I totally admit... I like winning. And, I'm getting cranky. I haven't yet been elected Leader of the Free World and Coach Bellichick of the New England Patriots hasn't sought out my sagacious advice. But I'll help him out anyway for the small compensation of a box seat at the Patriots home games next season. (Please, not this season.)

See... the Patriots are flying from San Diego back to New England. This is what they should do. At the airport there will be a lot of confusion... bags and what not. I'm sure the New England Patriots have more than a few large duffle bags full vital equipment... like the cloudy contact lenses Cassell (QB) wears so he won't see open receivers, the "drop easy" oil used on receivers' gloves on the off chance a ball is thrown their way, and a few pair of double left running shoes just in case things actually start moving or they find themselves on the 1 yard line with 4 downs to not convert in.

So somebody... Rodney Harrison might be the guy to do it... says to Cassell (after he's dumped out all the double left running shoes which wasn't too fair as Morris is fantastic and the "drop easy" oil can stay as the Pats receiving corp is still great even with that challenge)... Harrison says "hey buddy." And after the stunned silence lasting 5 minutes during which Cassell's cloudy contact lenses adhere slightly to his wide eyes and he realizes Harrison hasn't wedged a football down his throat, Harrison tells him how Brady thinks a lot about stuff. Harrison tells Cassell that if he wants to morph into a Super Bowl MVP he should climb into this small dark space... that that will help him think and Cassell will emerge truly Brady-esque complete with cleft chin and modeling contract. And Cassell climbs in quickly partially due to his cloudy contact lenses and wanting to get out of Bellichick and Harrison's sight and an enhanced desire to do anything that would help.

Harrison should then quickly switch tags on the now full duffle bag for a piece of luggage going to Timbucktoo. Nah. Send him to the Jets. Farve will either not notice Cassell lurking in his locker or might even offer him a beer. Or the Caribbean. Cassell seems like an okay guy but I'll leave his destination up to Harrison with the request to please be nice.

Brilliant, huh? I'll even wear a funny hat in my box seat next season.

On Gray Matter

Or rather, Combatting Brain Fuzz

This morning... afternoon really... but morning so it seemed I made muffins. No it was in the morning. Definitely. But whatever the clock was doing I made muffins off a recipe I've done a few times and after adding the milk (soymilk) looked down and thought jeeze. It was supposed to be 1/2 cup and I added 1 and then saw no, it was 1, and

Brain fuzz. I could blame the condition on school or the economy or the first colorful touches of fall.... I could identify with the worms that don't seem to know where dirt is and end up on pavement. Once you get past the squishy slimy image.... the term "gray matter" for brain works. Having gone back to school, I've been thinking about thinking a lot lately. Contemplating tree growth is one thing, answering questions on a test is something totally else. And grayness has an ill defined edge... it peters out into the vastness of the surrounding universe like the edge of light in a city night.

And it occurs to me while running for the train yet again, as my modus operandi for life seems to dictate in a vague subconcious hope of exercise motivation I'm sure.... It occurs to me that political elections could be a dream sequence within the 4 minute standard of youtube consumption with the candidates standing by a horse race finish line as the pounding of powerful forces surge by into the fog of a non-delinieated future. Just a thought. Not yet asked for on the slips of print smeared paper that grade abcense of pain as well as visual acuity and mental desperation.

Paper that assigns values to words created within the past 10 to 20 years like figments like "hyperlink" properties count, yanked from its root of ancient greeks in tunics writing core stories whose images linger... like the child holding a prism up to the light, turning it slowly, watching the colors live. Prometheus light...

"In the Myth of Syphysus, Camus ended it with the vision of Syphysus on the coast, watching the sea. He'd defied the gods and traded an eternity of damnation and rolling rocks up hills for one perfect day on the beach. And Camus asked the question - was it worth it?" *quote*

Shadow Shot Sunday... on Friday

I've been admiring everyone's Shadow Sunday pictures.... and finally took some of my own. With a cell phone. My first pics with a cell phone!



They are taken from the ICA in Boston... and the last one was taken of the floor right before the front entrance. I thoroughly enjoyed the museum. Oh. And it wasn't my cell phone... since I am the last person in the U.S. without one.

One and Done

I have decided. To cure all the world's ills elect me... leader of the Free World. *At least I don't slaughter animals from a helicopter!* And I will promise you that, besides solving all the worlds crisises... including competently eradicate world hunger, unemployment, housing foreclosures, wall street greed and the skulduggery of lawyerly and banking 3 piece suits. I am totally committed to making illegal 3 piece suits.

There is another thing I will promise from the depths of my frustrated heart.... That a team that showed such promise... *music here... violins and a young girl voicing hope in soaring notes and endless intervals...* Despite the hero down *violas... cellos... a bass drum roll...* Besides promising clear skies independent energy low mortgages reasonable wages AND anyone that wants a Hummer will be forced to drive one as fuel cost climb past six bucks a gallon... *Because no, I won't pay for bullshit...* But what I totally promise is....

Quarterback Matt Cassel won't get another start. For the New England Patriots, that is. Send him to San Diego. Tell them he's a running back of great potential. (hehehehe.) Or better yet, send him to the Jets... tell them he is a fantastic linebacker. (hehehehe....)

I don't usually do this? But events have driven me to it. I must speak out. In the interests of a peaceful Sunday brew. And it is on such small moments a greater peace is forged. In the interests of human kind find a better solution. Figure it out, NE Patriots, and win. Or man will I be cranky.

Oh no.

Its all Belichicks's fault. To be fair, there is a lot on the guy's mind. He's thinking X's this way, O's that way, and a few F's thrown in for the Freck of it. He doesn't have time for the G's (good luck charms).... specifically.... When I was getting ready haul my blubbery rear down to my favorite bar stool... located on the left (Left) end of my favorite bar... I contemplated a lump of silver. I was thinking about the difficulties inherent in a good luck charm. And how, good luck charms sometimes are something found. Or something that comes with history. And you risk, introducing a good luck charm into the mix it not being the right charm.... but merely a lump of silver that you kinda like when you are in the mood.

And my hurry-up-your-blubbery-rear-the-kick-off-is-about-to-happen thought pattern continued, if I wear my hopeful gargoyle*.... the fellow I haven't grabbed a chain for yet.... and something happened? Not having my pick up truck joy riding gargoyle would be a neutral. And, the last thing I'd say in my defense is.... the Pats should have won by 30 points anyway.

Here I'll point out.... the obvious. TODAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH, 2008, IS THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2005 THAT TOM BRADY, QUARTERBACK FOR THE NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS NFL , HAS NOT BEEN LISTED ON THE INJURY REPORT BEFORE A GAME. My little gargoyle ain't nuttin' against such precedence.
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I will wear Monsieur Le gargoyle for all future games. I promise. And I suspect Brady will be on the injury report for a while. *choke* Also, I can't really speak to specifically what happened... I need to be able to sleep tonight.
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(must also warn the reader (or 2) of my site that I am now taking some courses in quest of a paycheck. And may be even more sporadic.)

Cats for Pats

I made this little sketch... You see, I think the New England Patriots (NFL football team) need to update their logo. Instead of the Flying Elvis.... how about a cat? and... instead of red white and blue... throw in a bit of pink. You know, in that cute headdress between the white star on a blue background and the white feathers... fade out with pink.

GO PATS!

A Fun Guest Towel

I bought this as a present... first for a young relative. And now I'm debating on whether to send it to my sister. My sister just bought a house, and this does crack me up.

Wouldn't that be a fun house warming present? Its from Recycled by Hyena's shop on Etsy.