Where we WWE'ed...

Heh, I bet Chilli wants comments to be enabled in this blog now. Well, too bad.

It was a rather full weekend. Players(the nightclub) on Friday and Saturday and ice-skating on Saturday too. Add a dash of Thon on Saturday and Raw on Monday.

Yup good fun.

Ice Skating: I wasn't very good, but neither was I the worst of the lot (That isn't saying much since the worst of the lot were really, really bad). I fell repeatedly, and then I fell some more. And for good measure repeated the falling bit. I do think I improved slightly during the course of those two hours. We shall see about that this weekend.

Everybody did assure me that no one fell as spectacularly as me, and even if I do say so myself, I fell with a flourish, with a certain je ne sais quoi.
(Gah, took me ten minutes to find the right spelling for that)

This was the thon weekend. It’s something to do with dancers and a cancer charity. I still haven’t quite figured it out yet. I doubt I ever will.

RAW was good mindless fun. Certainly an impressive spectacle. And I’m quite sure that the guy with the mullet sitting next to me was quite sure that all the fighting was authentic. Heh…good mindless fun.

All in all a good time was had by one and all.

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We dont need another hero...

The title has nothing to do with this post. It's just the song I'm listening to right now.

Oddly I seem to have acquired a case of blogger's block. Similar to writer's block, except for the fact that writer’s occasionally do come up with something worthwhile. I naturally leave out Ayn Rand and the rest of her ilk.


Hmmm…My keyboard is a tad dirty, I should clean it now.

No.

Must focus…
Must type out words of wisdom for posterity…
(Ellipsis in the previous lines removed the annoying Word Grammatical error)

Trouble is I have nothing to say. Well, I have lots to say but nothing I would care to read once I wrote. There is nothing I feel passionately enough about that I would care to plug for here. Correction, there are things I am passionate about, but I do not care to share them on this blog.

Have thought about deleting this blog a few times, but I do not think I will. I’ll come back in thirty years and laugh at the nonsense I spouted.
Make that twenty years…or ten.

(Note to the future Rajneesh: Keep track of if you laughed at any of the posts)

I acknowledge Inder’s valiant effect to keep the Monkeys dancing. Onward Bengali soldier.

I’m trying to read Alex Haley’s roots. Gotten past the first few chapters and it seems like a fairly good read. Have gotten side tracked to a bit of Gemmel’s pulp fantasy however.

A friend had come over to my place for dinner on Monday. Naturally RAW was on and he was mocking it. Until the hot women came out, at which point the mocking stopped and the drooling started.

The coming Monday I’ll be watching RAW live at the Bryce Jordan Center. Shelled out fifty bucks for the tickets.

The indoor auditorium here at Penn State is the Bryce Jordan Center affectionately known as the BJC. It’s right next to Beaver Stadium. Even for a mind not as perverted as mine, that should suggest some opportunities for low humor.

And that, gentle reader was today’s pearl of wisdom.

Gah...

A lesson learnt today, tis easier to give good advice than it is to follow your own good advice.

This has the potential for turning into a long rant, but I shall try to restrain myself.

Sigh, noticed an error in the database. Looking at it right now. WIll get back to this post in a bit.

A few hours later...I'm back.

The answer is an unequivocal no.

The beauty of burning bridges is that they stay burnt.

Back when I make more sense.