and I got engaged on MLK day. 'Coincidence,' you say? I think not.
I got Emily a phat ring, phat in the sense that it was a flippin' awesome deal and the stone's a phat cut.
If you ever intend on buying an engagement ring, I highly recommend doing some research and purchasing from a PriceScope
recommended internet vendor. It's safe, and you'll avoid markups (consistently up to 300%) from popular retailers.
Happy MLK day. And remember, a good deal is forever.
...had a good time at the Tramell's for Thanksgiving. It was definitely better than having my face buried in a book (or the feeling of guilt about not having my face buried in a book in lieu of online gaming).
& I woke up at 5:30 AM to go shopping on the day after Thanksgiving, and I didn't really mind cuz 1) it made her happy, and 2) i find the idea of thousands and thousands of people getting out of their cozy beds to go sit in endless traffic and stand in long lines to spend money shopping an extraordinarily interesting sociological phenomenon, definitely worthy of observation at least once in a lifetime.
I, personally, cannot fathom the idea of spending more than, oh $30, on an article of clothing, but therein lay the difference between Man and Woman. And that's okay. Em was a smart shopper.
Other highlights of the week were hearing about Bor
board breaking 7-letter bingo in Scrabble and getting burnt by Em's brother
on hot routes courtesy Tasty "Peyton" Hasty
That's the link to an entertaining segment from CNN's Crossfire w/guest Jon Stewart from Comedy Central's Daily Show.
Stewart does a decent job bridging the gap from his customary comedy-driven audience to a more CNNish audience, and also throws in a few jabs at Tucker Carlson.
I think it shows how the clever use of comedy always wins over substance in a debate.
The people are fickle and want to be entertained.
today jimbo took a community chair from the bar and claimed it for his own, so i ran and tackled him and poured salt in his eyes.
that'll learn him.
I don't recommend doing this:
I have some bad news. We had a wonderful spring and a summer to remember. But now that football is back this week, and will be here until, well, 2005. Therefore, I'm afraid I won't have as much time to spend with you anymore. No more walks on the beach or window shopping in your favorite mall. No more warm conversations by the fireplace.
From now on, if you want to spend time with me, you're gonna have to know my entire fantasy football roster from top to bottom. We can no longer talk about your grandmother's quilt; instead we must discuss the merits of the 3-4 defense. No more talking about where to go to dinner; instead, it's who to start at running back. No more discussions about our next vacation ... unless it's to Jacksonville in February.
If you need me, I'll be on the couch in the living room with my laptop to my left and the remote control to my right. I'll be the one yelling, "Go, LaDainian! Run for your life!!" If you want to talk, you may have to call my name several times to get my attention, unless you shout, "Almighty fantasy football king!" Then even if you do, you should either have an injury update for me to hear or a snack for me to chow on.
I love you, but the fantasy football season has arrived. I'm sorry. I'll be back in February.