Long time!

Ooooof, it's been awhile. Good thing no one really cares, or I'd have an angry readership pounding down my door.
Hopefully I can make ammends today, but probably not.
Worst. Championship. Ever.
So I'm flipping through the channels the other day around 5:45pm. I was too lazy to go to the gym, so I just came strait home. Leaving me with some extra time to kill. But I figure that either ESPN or ESPN2 will have something awful that I can watch to amuse myself long enough for the good evening TV to come on. Turns out I was right about 1/2 of that. ESPN2 is apparently so out of ideas for programming that they're willing to show anything they can find that seems to be vaguely related to sports. Things that you never would have guessed there would be a championship for. Today's wonderful selection: The 2005 Dominoes Championship. That's right, dominoes. That game you see old men playing in the barber shop while waxing romantic about how much better things were when they were young. And these guys were really getting into it. They were focused and had strategies. It was 2 on 2, with your partner across the table from you. They had a graphic on the screen showing what each player started with and they'd gray out the ones they'd already played. In case you wanted to follow along with their stratagy and better your own game. And in case you couldn't keep up, they had 2 announcers (yes, you need 2 guys to properly cover an event of this magnitude) giving a play-by-play. I made it for about 1 game before I started shouting "BUT IT'S JUST DOMINOES!!" at the TV. 1 minute later I had to turn off the TV in disgust and walk away. ESPN had finally let me down. And then repeated the feat on Friday. It was a sad period of time. And now I'm constantly afraid of turning on ESPN2 if I'm home early from work, worried I'll lose even more respect for them.

Random Realization
In case people are wondering what it's like to be in my head, here's something I spent 5 minutes thinking about last week.
We have a picture up in the bathroom of a dog dressed up in a tux and sitting at a nice dinner table. He's got some wine and a full table setting. And there's an arm reaching in from the side, presumably from his butler, setting down a nice plate of steak. The caption: "Every Dog Has His Day". I see it a couple times a day and never think about it. Until last week. Then I started thinking about that phrase. We use it like it's a good thing. You see a guy having a great day out of nowhere and drop that line. But is it really a good thing? No. What you're saying is, "He's a worthless idiot and doesn't deserve anything, but at least he's got this one day." It's clearly a way to completely rain on someone's good day. The nicer way of saying 'The sun shines on even a dog's ass once in awhile." Interesting, isn't it.

Gym Rats
So I'm at the gym on Tuesday and I'm not having one of my better work-outs. I just didn't seem to have it. So as I was starting to wind down things, I decide it's not worth staying to get those few extra sets in. Better to just walk away from a marginal work-out and head home. Put in the extra work when I'm having a better day. My last set of triceps extentions is going to be last set of the day. And just as I'm thinking this, BAM, power goes out. Emergency lights kick on, radio is off, treadmills are off, the works. The only sound that's left: the clanging of weights as people don't even bat at eye about it. Most people just looked around for a second to confirm that the power wasn't coming right back on, then continued on with their workouts. I was no different. Finished up that last set like nothing was wrong. Luckily I was done anyways, or that would have gotten annoying. I just found it really amusing that no one stopped. And there was absolutely nothing said from the staff. No one came out to say that maybe we should stop using the weights now that it was pretty dark so no one gets hurt. Nothing.

Funny comments from Hayley
Hayley has now started making some great comments, completely unaware that she's doing it. Which is probably why they're great. 2 stand out from last week.
1) In the middle of talking to her on the phone she just tosses in "Ohhh, there's blood on my shoes." Not upset, not alarmed, just like it was a normal occurrance. Like a normal person would talk about stepping in gum, or getting a little bit of mud on their shoes. Like it's just a perfectly normal thing to be walking around with someone else's blood on your shoes. Hell, I do it all the time!
2) Not as good, and more of a follow-up to #1. A couple days later I ask if she got any more blood on her shoes. She responds with an annoyed-sounding "Yeah." Like it was rediculous that I was even asking that questions. And then with, "Well, maybe that's just ambiotic fluid."
This may only be funny if you know Hayley. She's really not one to be dropping comments like that out of nowhere. It's probably the same reaction people have when I suddenly show empathy and compation. Or care about the feelings of a stranger.

In case I don't write again before Tuesday, everyone have a great 4th of July. Light off plenty of fireworks and drink plenty of booze. I'll be out trying to score with some shady Winthrop high school sluts during the bonfire/fireworks on the beach.