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I don't tend to talk sports here a lot because um, look, it's hard being a Southern California sports fan. My Lakers aren't so much my Lakers anymore (*shakes fist at Kobe* LEAVE already, douchebag), I'm not a huge fan of the Dodgers, football has long since abandoned us, and I couldn't even tell you about the Kings. Some of this is because I'm partial to the Orange County teams, but a lot of it is just because...well, because I'm still sad about the Lakers (they were my *team*. I watched every game when I was younger. And then my team went away and I stopped. Woe.) That said:
I'm *really* happy for the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim today. They came so, so, so close a few years ago and I'm so pleased that they finally brought home the Stanley Cup. And I would just like to point out that Orange County sports teams are pretty much the only ones in a while to bring home a title (Mighty Ducks of Anaheim! Stanley Cup! First time on the west coast! Anaheim Angels! World Series!) for SoCal. Man, who fucking knew that the teams that got a kickstart out of crappy Disney movies were gonna rock so hardcore? (and yes, I know the Angels predate the Disney movie, but they *totally* were revitalized as a franchise after that)
So, yes. Congratulations to the Mighty Ducks!
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Um, "Bleed It Out" is kind of an awesome song. and would be infinitely more awesome if I weren't so annoyed by Chester Bennington's crappy screeching.
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Insomnia has been kicking my ass for the past couple weeks. I can't get to sleep until about 1 am and I wake up at 5 am and in the middle of it all, my subconscious throws down with the rest of me and gives me weird fucking dreams. A couple nights ago, it was the surreal horror story of Charon is dead! Oh noes! Yeah, I don't know why my brain thought that Charon dying was going to kick off an unnatural winter with ghosts and spirits throwing themselves into a fiery pit of hell, but it did. And what's kind of worse is that while I was watching this dream -- because I wasn't actually a player in my own dream -- I kept thinking, "This doesn't make any sense. He's the *ferryman*. What the hell?"
The second night was a sweet dream of cuddling! Patrick fell asleep on Joe, Joe played with Patrick's hair and then fell asleep on Andy and Andy just let them sleep on him while he read V for Vendetta. I dunno where Pete was.
And then last night was the kicker. Because seriously, I *like* Blood Ties a lot, but I don't like it so much that I dream about it. Except for how I did. And it was an incredibly porny threesome. I mean, *really* porny. I do not have porny dreams like that. And yet there it was! With nakedness and rolling around on a giant bed and porn. Augh, brain, wtf.
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Ralph the Entertainment Guy is REALLY pissed about/disappointed with Ocean's 13. He's been ranting for five minutes straight about it.
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Fuck me, I love science. It's so logical and awesome and there are rules and all kinds of wacky shit is possible because of the rules and there's just so much to discover and learn and *god*, it's just so wonderful. I really wish I weren't so terrible at it.
I'm *really* happy for the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim today. They came so, so, so close a few years ago and I'm so pleased that they finally brought home the Stanley Cup. And I would just like to point out that Orange County sports teams are pretty much the only ones in a while to bring home a title (Mighty Ducks of Anaheim! Stanley Cup! First time on the west coast! Anaheim Angels! World Series!) for SoCal. Man, who fucking knew that the teams that got a kickstart out of crappy Disney movies were gonna rock so hardcore? (and yes, I know the Angels predate the Disney movie, but they *totally* were revitalized as a franchise after that)
So, yes. Congratulations to the Mighty Ducks!
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Um, "Bleed It Out" is kind of an awesome song. and would be infinitely more awesome if I weren't so annoyed by Chester Bennington's crappy screeching.
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Insomnia has been kicking my ass for the past couple weeks. I can't get to sleep until about 1 am and I wake up at 5 am and in the middle of it all, my subconscious throws down with the rest of me and gives me weird fucking dreams. A couple nights ago, it was the surreal horror story of Charon is dead! Oh noes! Yeah, I don't know why my brain thought that Charon dying was going to kick off an unnatural winter with ghosts and spirits throwing themselves into a fiery pit of hell, but it did. And what's kind of worse is that while I was watching this dream -- because I wasn't actually a player in my own dream -- I kept thinking, "This doesn't make any sense. He's the *ferryman*. What the hell?"
The second night was a sweet dream of cuddling! Patrick fell asleep on Joe, Joe played with Patrick's hair and then fell asleep on Andy and Andy just let them sleep on him while he read V for Vendetta. I dunno where Pete was.
And then last night was the kicker. Because seriously, I *like* Blood Ties a lot, but I don't like it so much that I dream about it. Except for how I did. And it was an incredibly porny threesome. I mean, *really* porny. I do not have porny dreams like that. And yet there it was! With nakedness and rolling around on a giant bed and porn. Augh, brain, wtf.
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Ralph the Entertainment Guy is REALLY pissed about/disappointed with Ocean's 13. He's been ranting for five minutes straight about it.
*
Fuck me, I love science. It's so logical and awesome and there are rules and all kinds of wacky shit is possible because of the rules and there's just so much to discover and learn and *god*, it's just so wonderful. I really wish I weren't so terrible at it.