Sunday, February 21, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Super Bowl Diary
As promised, here is a recreation of the hand-written journal I kept yesterday. It alright, but I wish I had written a little more down. By the 4th quarter, I had pretty much lost all interest in writing about the game. Predictably, my handwriting was chicken-scratch after half-time, and I managed to get wing sauce all over the paper, a copy of Sports Illustrated, shorts, and my leg. It doesn't stop there, either; right before I went to bed, I started to eat pie straight from the pan with my hand. I was disgusted.
Anyway, here is the journal.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Unrequited Love: The Tale of Toucan Sam, Part 1
Sorry I didn't get a post in yesterday; I was too lazy to hike up to the computer lab last night after doing some homework. Your patience will not go unrewarded, however. As a condolance to your disappointment, I will do a very special post next Sunday.
If you were unaware, next Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday. For real sports fans, it is the greatest celebration of American sport and athleticism (I will talk about this later). This Sunday is a treasured day on my annual calendar, one in which I embrace sloth and gluttony with a happy drunken stupor. Any effort made on my part, therefore, must be worthwhile and consequential of a prior commitment. It is out of this commitment to you, dear reader, that my I will put forth an effort on my most lethargic day of the year. For my post, I will record everything I do from the moment I wake up to my inevitable pass-out. I will then post my scribbling (or a summary of it) here Sunday night or, more likely, Monday. I have no idea how it will turn out, but I'm sure there will be plenty of thought on hot wings, player mockery, and the Ranch Room.
Anyway, that was a bit winded. If you follow the jump, you can find a weird note I found in my Froot Loops box.
-WonderBread
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