DAILY DOSE: "Sometimes You Wanna See the Rain, But the Sun Gets In Your Eyes"
Good morning friends, and welcome to the Daily Dose. I realize that I sucked yesterday and didn't post, but like Lando Calrissian, I swear that it's Not My Fault!
In actuality, I tried to post on TWO seperate occasions, and each time, was rejected by the "Cannot Load Page" of DOOM. No matter, though, it was just a lot of me discussing how that big "W" was the cheesiest thing I've ever seen (and it even made the FRONT PAGE of today's Post-Gazette. Ugh.) and how I'm pretty much cursed, because every team/politican I openly back here in the Kingdom instantly goes to shit. Thus, I will not be discussing the Stillers here any time soon-- the rest of you should feel free to do so!
Last night was positively swellness (I hope.) It was what has become a sort of Run-Of-The-Mill Wednesday night in Oakland. Complete, this time, with special guest stars galore, and the RETURN OF DESHAWN! who, incidentally, I found out is really named VASHAWN! Regardless of how off I was on his name, he still sang Gin&Juice with Kup and I, and proceeded to once again give us the "white boy" shout out in "Baby Got Back." It's really the little things that get me by in life. Those of you who were in attendance last evening: Props to you all!
Okay, I've got to run along right now to a meeting-- but you can fully expect some honest to God legit posts this afternoon. I've decided to play hookie from work (it's my optional day to go, anyhow, and it'd only be for three hours) and will instead catch up on a little bit of work, and a lot of blogging. In the meantime, those of you who were in Boston with me, please post-up and refresh my memory pertaining to last weekend, so I don't forget any cash/money/hoes stories. Those of you who weren't in Boston with me-- make something up. Flex the imagination muscles.
Today's Link of the Day is pretty weak, I'll admit, but I'm just going to go with my favourite place on the Internet that's NOT JackHooton.com, http://www.sportsguy.net , the home of my Lord and Master when it comes to irrelevant writing, Bill Simmons. If you're one of the eight fans of the NBA that actually exist, I think he just wrote his NBA preview. He also gave some props to Ben Rothelisberger that I will NOT repeat here, in fear of ruining his career. I won't, I won't do it.
The Song of the Day is pretty solid, though each and EVERY one of you out there, except maybe for Uram (Welcome back, my friend!) will hate it. Oh well. Today's Song is "Sad Caper" by Hootie and the Blowfish, which is one of my favourite songs off of the Fairweather Johnson album. By-the-by, if anyone out there actually has that album on CD, I'll buy it from you, I know, I know, it's probably your favourite coaster, but I'll at least listen to it.
Witty banter aside, I've missed you all (I'm getting upwards of 30 hits a day now? F*ckin' CRAZY).
Finally- EXTRA PROPS to The Gorgeous Girl Behind the Counter at Starbucks, and Marcus for bringing her to my attention. Ladies-- do wedding bands EVER appear on Right Hands? Can someone help me with this?
I have to go by a Latte or something Vendi or something now....
-apk
In actuality, I tried to post on TWO seperate occasions, and each time, was rejected by the "Cannot Load Page" of DOOM. No matter, though, it was just a lot of me discussing how that big "W" was the cheesiest thing I've ever seen (and it even made the FRONT PAGE of today's Post-Gazette. Ugh.) and how I'm pretty much cursed, because every team/politican I openly back here in the Kingdom instantly goes to shit. Thus, I will not be discussing the Stillers here any time soon-- the rest of you should feel free to do so!
Last night was positively swellness (I hope.) It was what has become a sort of Run-Of-The-Mill Wednesday night in Oakland. Complete, this time, with special guest stars galore, and the RETURN OF DESHAWN! who, incidentally, I found out is really named VASHAWN! Regardless of how off I was on his name, he still sang Gin&Juice with Kup and I, and proceeded to once again give us the "white boy" shout out in "Baby Got Back." It's really the little things that get me by in life. Those of you who were in attendance last evening: Props to you all!
Okay, I've got to run along right now to a meeting-- but you can fully expect some honest to God legit posts this afternoon. I've decided to play hookie from work (it's my optional day to go, anyhow, and it'd only be for three hours) and will instead catch up on a little bit of work, and a lot of blogging. In the meantime, those of you who were in Boston with me, please post-up and refresh my memory pertaining to last weekend, so I don't forget any cash/money/hoes stories. Those of you who weren't in Boston with me-- make something up. Flex the imagination muscles.
Today's Link of the Day is pretty weak, I'll admit, but I'm just going to go with my favourite place on the Internet that's NOT JackHooton.com, http://www.sportsguy.net , the home of my Lord and Master when it comes to irrelevant writing, Bill Simmons. If you're one of the eight fans of the NBA that actually exist, I think he just wrote his NBA preview. He also gave some props to Ben Rothelisberger that I will NOT repeat here, in fear of ruining his career. I won't, I won't do it.
The Song of the Day is pretty solid, though each and EVERY one of you out there, except maybe for Uram (Welcome back, my friend!) will hate it. Oh well. Today's Song is "Sad Caper" by Hootie and the Blowfish, which is one of my favourite songs off of the Fairweather Johnson album. By-the-by, if anyone out there actually has that album on CD, I'll buy it from you, I know, I know, it's probably your favourite coaster, but I'll at least listen to it.
Witty banter aside, I've missed you all (I'm getting upwards of 30 hits a day now? F*ckin' CRAZY).
Finally- EXTRA PROPS to The Gorgeous Girl Behind the Counter at Starbucks, and Marcus for bringing her to my attention. Ladies-- do wedding bands EVER appear on Right Hands? Can someone help me with this?
I have to go by a Latte or something Vendi or something now....
-apk
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