The normal thing when you hurt your back is to stay put. A reasonable person would do just that, limit the physical activity and of course stay away from a basketball court. I am nowhere near that sensible. And my reward was a fucking great time.
I had a rather vast collection of basketball shoes. Well, vast compared to the number of shoes people normally have down here. Trust me, it was ridiculous. I destroyed them one by one, but I decided to keep a few of them because of the memories they brought. Today I was forced to wear a pair of them because my dad said if I wore the old chucks I would probably have to crawl my way back home. I think he might have been right.
Well, my old KB8's will be retired very soon. They're falling apart. I've had them for God knows how many years, and it shows. They have served me well, but it's time to let go.
And get new shoes.
I do not share the incredible enthusiam many americans have for Barack Obama, but during my last trip to Mexico City I saw this:
If you can't tell, it's a truck with an Obama '08 bumper sticker. Mind you this was about 300 miles away from the nearest border, which is what makes it odd and worth mentioning. Small world I guess.
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I have trouble accepting the fact that late night television is comprised of infomercials, boring political propaganda shows, stupid animated series and lame movies that are either softcore or OLD movies starring Eric Roberts. And that inability to accept this simple truth of life means that I often find myself looking for other sources of entertainment, which in turn leads to finding shit like this. It's a classic down here:
In case you didn't already know, AnnaLee is back. So now you know and you have no excuse not to welcome her back. Dot and Abbiss have some really great sets currently in the member review section. Do SG a favor and help them get on the front page.
Just like last time, I end this with a picture. This one is less shocking than the last one but it still has some entertaining value, I think:
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I'll be honestly and admit that I basically cried through the last several episodes of Season Two of Buffy. I can't even hear the Buffy/Angel theme music without getting teary.
Also, the second "The Body" starts, I start crying.
Though her being killed off made for some great, heart wrenching television.
Also, the second "The Body" starts, I start crying.