No, it's the day after tomorrow, but the celebrant asked a good question yesterday, I paraphrase: when do we officially stop paying for season tickets to United. I responded: 232 - if ownership keeps trending in current direction - isn't in dire danger of disappearing yet, though I see dire direction on the horizon. (And I know it's a perfect metaphor for my self-absorption's ability to extrapolate universal symbolism out of personal inconvenience, but the 7:00 start time pisses me of so fucking thoroughly beyond everything else Thorir Fuckstick is doing....). Four quick things: it took me a second to think 232? Second, what did that just signify? Third, what if I am wrong about the motives of Levein Thorir (or is it Thorir Levein, I'm pretty sure it's Levein Thorir), that they are not fielding the cheapest team they can until they either get a new stadium in DC or a new stadium elsewhere, what if they are going understandably lean but not starving for starving's sake, trying to build a core of young players whose contracts United controls. Fourth, who the fuck wrote the previous sentence? The same guy who four sentences ago forgot, after a decade plus, for a second, what 232 signified, that's who. So my soccer hasn't caught up to my politics in that lamest of gags, or it's passed my politics in that lamest of gags, or, most likely, they still peg. Working on it. Forever.
- Mr Alarum reminded me of Antarctica about ten minutes ago.
- Hey, help Arthur.
- Pincus humiliated for his toolitude, must mean Greenwald's an attention slut.
- Tula, toolitude, see what I did there?
- Speaking of tools, I was delighted to find I did not dance a jig of joy - well, I did jig a dance of joy, but is was jig of joy that I did not dance a jig of joy at news of the Park Police bust of the asshole Adam Koresh. Strangest fucking days of my life.
- What is he missing in the Snowden Affair?
- ObamaCare train wreck on twitter.
- Neoliberalism and production.
- Photography is not a crime.
- Good for DC.
- Playing the Card card.
- Today in motherfucking blooger, this is now appearing all over the html for this post: <span id="bc_0_5b+seedSf8rD" kind="d">
- Reading (in) the electronic wasteland.
- Squaring the circle.
- Jim has a playlist for you.
When did I learn the word “I”?
What a mistake. For some,
it may be a placeholder,
for me it’s a contagion.
For some, it’s a thin line, a bare wisp,
just enough to be somewhere
among the gorgeous troublesome you’s.
For me, it’s a thorn, a spike, its slimness
a deceit, camouflaged like a stick insect:
touch it and it becomes what it is:
ravenous slit, vertical cut, little boy
standing upright in his white
communion suit and black secret.
Thorir needs to get DCU one of those Mjolnirs.ReplyDelete
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It sucks to suck. Sorry re: your team. "It's times like these..." It's awful hard to be passionate about a losing side. But, then again, there's the Cubbies! On the other hand, I'm seeing more signs of futball's growing popularity by, among other things, its prominence on other-than-soccer-dedicated TV channels.
Hey, just found out the Gold Cup's coming here to the GA dome for the quarterfinals. If USMNT is there, I will be too!