Election Day Pic Dump

Sorry I've been away for a while. I've been busy doing nothing.

During that time, things have happened.

A) My theory about stretching (that it sucks and is stupid, despite my half-hearted attempts) was proven correct. I first came up with this theory when Terry Pendleton joined the Braves in the 90s, bringing with him a super-fangled stretching program. Fact: this program ensured that he pulled a muscle 3 out of ever 7 times he broke into a jog.



B) I provisionally voted. Provisionally because DC doesn't have record of me being registered, even though I was summoned for jury duty like four years ago. Whatevs. At worst, I don't get to be one of the 95% this year.


C) Chick-fil-A still rulz.


D) Tried new/old beer (re-brewing of old beer labels--like shoes--is only going to increase in frequency, I predict) at Red Derby. Verdict: meh. Too sweet. But great packaging, Reading!


E) When one cannot find amazing Banh Mi (which one cannot in DC), what does one do? Get somebody to make it for you, I say.



F) Finally, Frizzesh Fizzootball is on FIRE. Who knew that such little care or concern could help me score 103 points (100 points in anything is good)?! Record now stands at 5-4.

Morality Play Tuesday

About five years ago, mired in debt and without the ability to secure even the most undesirable credit card, a Realtor friend of a friend told me I should buy a condo. "You're throwing your money down the toilet," she said of my rent.

I told her that the likelihood of me being approved for a mortgage of the size necessary to buy an apartment in DC was slim to none. She disagreed, and the next week I had been approved for $300k.

At this point I had about $10k in credit card debt, $25k in student loan debt, owed the IRS some money, and had about $200 in the bank.

All this is to say that I'm not especially surprised at the current economic flim-flam. (I was luckily outbid for the apartment I wanted, which is why I am currently not homeless.)

Anyway. Ana sent along this tidbit a couple days ago:

Baja fresh now offers an Aztec chocolate chip cookie. Quetzaqotal would be proud. Que viva la raza!!


Um. It's Quetzalcoatl. BURN

Sister sends along this, showing that Goldfish has already been blog-sposeed two years ago, and in a more convincing manner:


And finally, Junes gets topical:


Looks like the ol' scanner could use a wipe-down.

Finally, Frizzesh Fizzootball continues its two-week destruction streak, despite forgetting to fix the fact that one of its best players had face surgery.

Fantasy Football: Fantasy This! Pt. OMG I WON

My master plan, which includes understanding at least part of the rules, is working. Watch out, Smooth Criminalz.

Fantasy Football: Fantasy This! Pt. 2

Last week, I thought I might have a chance to not be last. I mean, I had dudes named Edgerrin and Anquan playing for me. They scored some points, it seems:


(Let it be known that I have no idea how the scoring system works. But I did learn that if your player doesn't play that week [see BYE], they can't score any points.)

But tell me this: how does Ben Roethlisberger, who has multiple sandwiches named after him, get me negative points this week?


Does that mean that he not only didn't play but when he wasn't playing he did things that were detrimental to his reputation as a player? That's the only explanation I can come up with.

Anyway. This week, I took a drastic measure and "traded" one player for another. I feel that this should give me points just for effort. Also, I sent virtual cans of smack to every member of my league, although I haven't seen any response. My take: they were either not intimidated or they did not check to see if they had been sent any virtual cans of smack.

Teebz' Poloroid Adventure Plus Coming Attractions!

Teebz took some sweet 'roids this week. Remember cursive?





Get ready for three (3) things: Teenerz is in town; weekend trip to Cleveland (does/does not rock?); my first installment of Fantasy Football: Fantasy This! explications.