I don't know what to do with this thing.
Google just charged me for another year. I guess I still have it.
But, I don't know what to do with it. The Flames are not crushing me with disappointment. So I have no idea what to write about.
Strange thing, this 'being happy with the team'.
It's February 2. Flames are in the playoffs, three points up on Darryl Sutter's Kings. It's incredible. The best part? No fucking hype out of the team's marketing department to start the year. It's a pleasant little gift.
I may write about it more. I don't know. I like how I've killed the site off, so I can write without many people reading. So I might start.
I think I'm going to get rid of the girls on the sidebar. I like girls. But having to update that shit exposed me as the lazy twat I am. So I could choose to be less lazy, which, fuck that shit, or just get rid of it and post girls in the post. I can hide the girls after a line break so people don't have to see it if they don't want. I think that's the way to go.
Superbowl was yesterday. I watched the whole thing. People are telling me it was shitty but I think that's because I am surrounded by shithawk fans. I thought it was an entertaining game, for the Superbowl. It was no Steelers v Cardinals, obviously.
I actually wrote all that shit above so I could get to this, the whole reason I logged into the blog. I was going to tweet it, but I tweet too much as it is.
As someone who is sort of out of the pop culture loop, I didn't really know who Katy Perry was. I only knew she (supposedly) had this sweet rack. I was thoroughly disappointed in the level of breasteses Ms. Perry was packing.
Honestly, all the noise you hear about them, I thought they would be a big fucking deal. Like everything else that is hyped today, aignt worth the lung gas.
Missy Elliot? I shit. I'm getting old. That noise was 'current' to me when it came out, aka I was a teenager when Get Your Freak On was cracking pavement. I didn't even like it that much. But when she came on the other day, it was like a cultural touchstone. I Remember!, my old ass thought, that was Cool!
If I was a good writer I'd use that as a lead in for something. But...but...
Winnipeg Jets are in tonight. Big game. I'm going. Maybe I'll write about it after. Who knows?
Furthermore, I think Peter Loubardias should be fired.
You guys like tattoos? I'm undecided.
I have a pathetic story to tell ya'll. I was at a bar, probably last month, and I'm singing along with the band to get the point across, in my own way, that I think the band sucks. Anyway this chick comes up to me and is digging the schtick. And I'm no dummie, so I get the chick wants me to say hello.
But she's got one arm covered in tattoos. Covered. Like a shirt, but in ink. And I basically blow the chick off because of it. Me! Who couldn't get laid in Hawaii.
So I've been arguing with myself ever since about girls with tattoos. You guys have any thoughts on the matter?
(Actually I was really trying to hit on this other girl who happened to be dating one of the guys at the table so I was doing the "I only have eyes for you" thing so it isn't as bad as it sounds. But I didn't get her, either.)