GM from St. Louis writes in: "Mathdude, did you see all those bloggers that got together in my neck of the woods? You're pretty jealous of the blogging talent pool here, huh?" Uh, actually, no, GM, because if you consider my brother and Beth are from Atlanta, and Falwless, now that she's recovering from her coma, lives a few hours away from me, I'd say you're the one who should be jealous of me!
Wrassler from Chicago writes in: "Geez Mathdude, you're on quite the roll lately: that was quite the zinger at my place; you slammed Falwless and Beckeye; you had a Poo-Bomber-esque flurry over at Cup of Coffey; you shook mike up so bad he had to comment 3 times on your last posting to try to get you back; you were the only one to catch that Grant Miller was misnaming Pistols' blog on the ballots, and you even brought back the internet's most hated gag, the fake letters - wait, what? Are you taking blogger steroids? Ah, you've got a keen eye, Wrassler. You noticed I've gotten some of my mojo back. With the semester winding down, ol' Professor Mathdude, Doctor of Awesome, only has finals left to give and correct, and final grades to submit, then it's every slacker's dream: nothing to do for day after day, week after week! After next Tuesday, my typical day will look like this: 11:00 AM wake up and blog, 12:30 eat brunch, 1:00 Judge Judy, 2:00 People's Court, 3:00 nap or surf net for porn, 4:00 Judge Judy, 5:00 - 5:30 shower, pick up, make up believable lies of things I've done that can't be verified for when the G-Train gets home. 6:00 eat, 7:00 - ? Watch TV. Aaaaaahhhh. I can't wait.
Finally, MK from Boston writes in: "Dude, I need a football fix! What's going on with your fantasy football team?" Well, MK, my league's playoffs start this week tonight. My team finished 7-7, good for 7th, record-wise, but I'm 2nd in scoring among the playoff teams, and I beat my first round opponent earlier in the year. I like my chances, but I'm 1-6 lifetime in post-season games. If you want to follow, go here.
That's all I got for ya!
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11 comments:
I should have been a teacher. If I were you, I'd wake up with the wife when she needs to go to work, then get drunk as hell, because you'll be sober by the time she gets home and she won't even know!
I may have a drinking problem in that I'm planning jobs in which I could hide my drinking problem from a spouse I don't have.
I must have started smoking crack in my sleep because I don't remember saying those things. But thanks for the link!
So let me understand this... you finished in 7th place, did not have a winning record, and still made the postseason? What kind of Busch League Junior Varsity Nonsense is that?
By the way, I will only comment once today. The rest will come in a TEIXt message. (get it?)
So my first thought was, "Who the fuck is this Wrassler bastard? From my hood? Trying to take over my name?"
And then I realized I was paranoid. Probably because of the meth. Speaking of which, reading your blog is similar to meth.
Well...the side effects.
(ooooo, killer burn)
P@D: I'd be sober by the time she got home, but I got a feeling this plan wouldn't work so well for you.
Gwen: Now, now, you know darn well you sent in that fake letter.
mike: It's a league you wish you were in right now. We've got 12 teams and a boatload of potential owners wanting in. Take a break from all that jumping for Yankee Joy to keep warm dude!
Rassles: Here's a little secret. *looks left, looks right* Not everything at ECV is 100% factual. Things like "truth" aren't exactly my strong suit. As far as the "burn", have you been spending time with Falwless? Don't hang around her - she's a bad influence on people.
Hey, I voted for you as Blogger of the Year.
Oh, wait. No I didn't. No one nominated you.
By the way, I'm writing a movie musical about the inventor of the word verification tool. John Travolta is attached. More on this as it develops into total awesomeness.
Don't worry, I emailed you the "truth" about your league.
I like Poobomberesque flurries!
Oh, thank God. I thought I was doing it again.
Yes, once you get past Winston-Salem going east, NO ONE blogs.
*stomps off in a huff*
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