The Next Step

Good old home. As usual there is really nothing to do, and to make matters worse I have no car. Net result: another blog post. I’m not quite sure what everybody else is up to since they’re not online at all. I find this strange since I’m online all the time during vacations hoping the internet or AIM will drop something to do into my lap. It is most surprising to me that others do not do this.

I did manage to organize a good old-fashioned neighborhood game of Munchkin yesterday, which was extraordinarily entertaining for about three hours. In the end, despite all our backstabbing and monster-pumping to stop him, it was Josh who emerged victorious at level 10. That game is so entertaining that I may have to go out and buy a couple of expansions for it.

I need to get to the mall at some point to spend my gift cards, so if anybody wants to give me a ride, by all means give me a call. I’ve got to go get some lunch now, but don’t let that stop you!

And I’ll close with a trivia question:
Q: How do you know little brother might be slacking?
A: You come home from college for Christmas break and your parents ask you to rake leaves.

I believe some congratulations are in order:

1. Congratulations Johnny. You were right about one thing: You really are an idiot. You just betrayed at least six states of adoring fans to join the Evil Empire and have to cut your hair. It doesn’t get much more symbolic than that. For 13 million a year instead of 10 million. And so much for this, eh?

2. Congratulations Red Sox management on being able to keep NOBODY.
Who’s left? Let’s take a look at the starters:
Manny Ramirez (for now)
Johnny Damon
Trot Nixon
Bill Mueller
Edgar Renteria (not that we’ll really miss him)
Tony Graffanino (in salary arbitration)
Kevin Millar (not sure what happened to him, but he’s not on the roster anymore)
John Olerud
Jason Varitek
David Ortiz
side note: Doug Mirabelli apparently was quietly traded to the Padres a couple of weeks ago. Who knew?

Well at least we still have most of our pitching staff… Not that we’re particularly proud of them.

3. Congratulations Theo, for running out on us in our hour of need. I forgive you though, because I know that the Yankees used their mafia connections to threaten your family and force you to quit. Now we have two guys who can’t possibly be expected to know what they’re doing running the show just as all the players become free agents.

Everything in life just loves to hit all at once. This week I have 3 finals (one down already), I have to find a co-op job so I have two interviews (and two more at the beginning of next week), and on top of all that we’re moving off campus on Friday, so everything in the room needs to be packed up so that we can move it and unpack it again.

Actually, some of it was never unpacked to begin with. Real Life has a series of comics that describe the moving experience with great accuracy. I especially like this one, despite the spelling error.

So I really should be heading to bed soon so that I’ll be able to get up in time for interview tomorrow. With any luck I’ll have time to come home and have lunch before my final at 1:00. And I’ve had The Big Rock Candy Mountains stuck in my head for about three days. Could be worse, I guess.

I believe I may stand corrected.

I’m surprised that the Bruins think that trading you to one of the few teams in the NHL worse than they are will help them win games, even if one of them has a name as cool as “Marco Sturm.” Well, they’ll get to play the Senators tonight, and I’m sure that nothing will be significantly different. Except that you’re gone, Joe. And we’ll miss you.