Seems like Wilder is finally getting some of the credit he's due, just been voted Manager of The Month.  This typically leads the respective club into a downward spiral (something we don't need right now, thank you very much) which severely dents their aspirations.

 

However it is a shared accolade with Nigel Clough of Burton Albion; so more "peck on cheek" than "kiss of death" ...we hope.

Our mop-haired kids from the West Riding of Yorkshire gain their first Number 1 with Nature's Law.

 

 

Can't wait to hear what their world cup song sounds like.

Time to get behind Arsenal as they take on Juventus.  We'll be counting on the French to do England proud.  Still it's better than having Man Utd poncing around for Engerland.

 

COME ON ARSENAL  NANANANA NANANANA

Wuzz that Italian sparkling distilled water something or other, Perrinigo?  That stuff's good.  You can add it to just about anything - except milk.  Orange juice, apple juice, champagne, tap water, lemonade it all goes twice as far and has a refreshing kick added to it.

 

I've got to wash up and hit the grocery store.  Stocking up on that and Pierrier is a good idea.  Well done me.  *applause*

 

Then I must return home and buy a necktie from that dark underbelly of modern commerce, Ebay.  Then I must study for bookstudy.  Then I should do something else.  And after that I might do something else or I might go to sleep.  And I should finish doing my taxes.  Bleh.

 

In the immortal words of Peter Kay    'AVE IT!    

It has struck me that, as of late, my main conversation point has been the lack of sleep I've had.  Which only confirms how incredibly boring I've managed to become.  I'm not even talking about boring things I've done, I'm talking about normal things I'm not doing.  Pathetic.  No matter, soon enough I'll do something truly amazing to talk about.  Not sure what or when, but you know, keep the faith.

 

Well I'm off to play "make-out, marry, murder".... 

 

....it's a name game, people!

Cambridge put up a good fight against us on Saturday and it was a fair share of the points.  Would have prefered a win, but this time last year we started slipping - so far we're holding on.  Not 100% confident we'll get promoted but we'll atleast make the playoffs, and I get the feeling Wilder will push the team to give it their all.

 

C'MON SHAYMEN!

Just found this in the Happy Ads category in the Chippewa Herald classified.

 

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Today I found out why proper drivers wear leather gloves.  These soft glove-mittens I have (glittens? mloves?) couldn't get a grip on a blob of superglue, let alone a suspicously slick VW steering wheel.

 

Okay, so I didn't go careening off the road, through a fence, down a cliff and into the water, but it felt like a sure possibility.  Must have been my superior driving skills that saved the day. :P

Maybe that's over re-acting a tad, but I'm as happy as can be with Town's confident 2-0 drubbing of Exeter.  Was hoping and half expecting another home win, but in such a glorious fashion?  Yippeee!

 

Keep it up lads, just a few more months and we'll be 3rd Division bound.  :)

These tension and stress tablets are an iffy thing aren't they.  They say they're non-habit forming but all the same I do limit the frequency and dosage.  Besides that I don't know if it's a healthy choice to kill off a fragment of yourself entirely, regardless of how unpleasant it may be on occasion.  I don't know what gets accomplished when all challenge is removed.

 

It's betterment isn't it?  I see no point in cutting corners for your own ease; only for wonderment, a greater cause.  In a lazy lounging society, I just as soon take a pound of suffering with an ounce of good over an untroubled existence.  But I'm not so sure I buy into that romantic ideal.  If I could push a long, only a few simple pleasures in life, amusement instead of distraction then maybe I would.  Then again, some principles are not so easily dismissed.  I choke on the thought of being a contented consumer, I can't imagine there's no desire for greater involvement.  It all seems incredibly naive and wanton in the worst of ways.  Not in disregard for person or purpose - something forgiveable with the right about of swagger or coyness.  It's the giddy excitement for such banal truddling.

 

Then you step into the danger of saying an arctic explorer is a greater person than a 20 something intern who parties on the night and catches all the home games.  Which unfairly dismisses the greater human qualities equally the posession of all men and women.  I've come to the conclusion either is just so fine; and through an understated approach to all achievements and shortcomings you add much more , I think, to the value.  Which is okay, I suppose.

 

Work on eye contact.  It matters to people, for some reason or other.

 

And have a set of sparkplugs in the car at all times.  On Sunday, the day with massive snow and rain, my car was overwhelmed and died - 20 yards from my house.  Initially I was afraid that the engine had blown up.  Not unreasonable seeing as the old girl has 260k + and I really don't do much in the way of maintainance.  Then I assured myself it was just the excessive moisture in the air, something my car has always struggled with.  But two days later she was still sputtering and coughing and a fear for the worst set in.

 

My only hope was to change  the sparkplugs and see if that helped at all.  Boy they were in a pitiful state.  Caked in mud and oil, the points burned and ash covered.  With the shiny, new ones in snug I turned the key; still sputtering and shooting black smoke out the tailpipe things didn't look good.  The whole engine was shaking violently and a disconcerting smoke was rolling out from under the engine block.  I took a step back and shielded my eyes with a can of WD-40, anticipating a massive explosion at any second...which would have been cool.  Realising it might be a good idea to turn the car off, I did.  Then I figured 'stuff it' I'm not standing around in a puddle like a sniffling sissy.  I jumped in, turned the key, mashed it into reverse and floored it.  Needless to say there's not much left of the patch of grass I park on.

 

Tell you what, the the old Golf don't half get going.  Runs as smoothly as ever.  Not world-class but more than exceptional for age and wear.  In prime condition for heading up to the cities.  I love my car.

 

(having said that, I'm currently flicking through the trading post looking for a replacement)

England managed to cap an otherwise mediocre friendly against Uruguay 2-1.  Peter Crouch (!) put one in and our kid Joe Cole came round at the last minute.  He's a touch of class - Alan Shearer but not as big.

 

Nevermind that, the real stunner is in India.  A few days ago it looked like certain doom, everyone and their mother coming down sick or injured and a hastily assembled squad of England A's being shipped over from WI to take their place.  But what a job they've done.

 

Hoggard, one of the few senior players still in good health, showed world-class bowling against India's extremely talented batsmen, on a pitch not at all suited to his typical style.  Collingwood proved to more than just a reliable fill-in, taking full charge of Day 2.  And on the third day in Nagpur boywonder Ali Cook hit a century in his first intl. test and will give the Aussies something to think about.  Last but not least is Panesar, another stellar debut who more than held his place - at the tender age of 23.  Put that with Cook being 21 and the future of the Ashes and World Cup look to be a bit more competitive.

 

But it is India, and as we've come to expect they've fought back in good form and it looks like Nagpur will end in a draw - not bad for a N.H. A team. :)

 

Falling badly between two stools has pretty well defined most of my life.  I find myself in the unenviable situation of looking for new digs.  Had looked into Shoe Factory Apartments and overall I liked the price, the high ceilings, and the location.  I was really leaning towards put in my application but this morning I did the calculations and discovered that my gross income will be too high.  Unless I could come up with approx. $1500 in business expenses I'd have to move out next year.

 

So dallied with the thought of buying a house again.  That won't work because my credit is in poor shape (thank you black hearted hospital people) and I don't have the cash to stump up for the down payment.  Plus all the houses roughly in my price bracket are ugly.

 

So, back to pondering building my own house.  Done to my own likes and interests and budget.  Nope that won't work either.  Again no cash, plus no time, not enough building skill and too much paperwork for my liking.

 

Which leaves me here - a pretty dismal place to be, if you don't mind me saying so.