Some snippets for you this morning...
Sport's Illustrated:
Tell me what's wrong with this picture...
This is the cover to last week's Sports Illustrated. And I am quite disturbed by it.
Take a careful look at it. The main image is that of the Indianapolis Colts' Quarterback Peyton Manning and New England Patriots' Quarterback Tom Brady who will be facing off against each other tonight in Monday Night NFL action.
Okay, that's cool and all.
But, why is it that the World Series is relegated to nothing more than a tiny little circular call-out in the top right corner of the page? I don't care how big a match up the Monday Night game is, we are talking about the flippin' World Series! The championship series of Major League Baseball! This is what the 162 games of the major league season was building up to and it gets a corner of the cover in lieu of a regular season NFL match up! And it was the announcement of the winning team! A team that hasn't won the Series in 88 years!
SI... you should be ashamed of yourself. I'm not a Sox fan, but they deserve more respect than this.
I was looking forward to a nice big cover photo that I would be proud to hold on to as a keepsake.
This cover is barely fit to grace my recycle bin.
Culver's To Go:
I am an idiot. Yep, that's me, your fair blogger, admitting that he's an idiot. Why, you might ask? I pulled into the drive-thru at Culver's yesterday to get some custard for Katie and I. When the kid came on the system asking me what I wanted, I said, "a quart of red raspberry to go."
"To go." Yep. That's what I said.
WHAT THE HELL ELSE WAS I GOING TO DO IN A DRIVE-THRU?!?!? EAT IN?!?!?
I'm a moron.
Failed Dream Recall:
I woke up with quite a start this morning at about 3:30 due to a fairly twisted dream I was having. But what's truly killing me is the fact that it was a very vivid dream that I can't remember that well anymore.
The dream started with me waking up to go to work and it was still pretty dark outside. However, I looked out the window anyway and could see that we had our first snowfall.
For whatever reason, I wanted to take a picture of the snow so I went to grab my camera which I had left in my truck in the garage. As I grabbed it, I heard another pick-up truck pull into my drive way and saw the headlights from it shining through the little arced windows in the garage door.
I couldn't possibly fathom who it could be so I decided to try to sneak a peek through the corner of one of the windows. It was a truck just like mine driven by someone I had never seen before.
When the garage door started raising, I bolted to the door back in to the house.
All I remember beyond this is that the "person" in the truck, despite the cramped quarters of our garage was able to pull in and walked right through the door into our house. Yes, that's right... right through it. While it was closed.
I know there was much more to this dream than that. But I can't remember it for the life of me. I do remember that when I woke up after the dream, I wanted to blog about it while my recall was perfectly intact. Shame I didn't. But it was just so damned early and I was sooooo comfortable in bed despite my rapidly beating heart.
Damned Earworms!:
Even worse than dreaming about a haunting at our house, I woke up with an earworm that still isn't gone. It's that damned "Wake Me Up When September Ends" song by Green Day. I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
Isn't this song dead yet?
