is a blog by Brendan
Oh, sure, Cody Powell may have a cool devlog and I don’t, but I know what it’s like to double-wield Covenant plasma rifles. Does he? Well, probably by later today he will. I’ve got nothing! My life is ruined!
What’s it’s like, incidentally, is that somebody thought up a way to make Covenant weapons useful.
Day Care Owner To Be Tried On Basis Of Creepy-Ass Mug Shot
Twenty-four hours ago at this time, I was still talking about the fact that I’d seen Bobby McFerrin and Savion Glover perform, live. Today, at this time, I own Halo 2.
I’d like to have Lisa, Flora, Allison and especially Ken (who turned me on to Halo in the first place) to play the latter with me; I don’t, as they are casualties of my own private diaspora. But I had Maria to go to the show with me, and DC to encounter there. I’ll have the Thursday Night Grandkids to kick my butt at Halo.
Sometimes I feel bad about marking time in my life by video games and concerts, but there are worse ways to do so.
When it was all said, the World Series was a technicality, a new t-shirt, something to be humored. Boston got what they wanted when Visa stopped running that “Steinbrenner’s arm” commercial twelve times a night. They got it every time The Jeter’s nostrils flared in disbelief.
Think about it: the moment Johnny Damon said “idiots,” the Boston Red Sox cast themselves in the role of every Ragtag Band Of Misfits since Centre and Harvard went 6 and 0. It would have worked even if Manny Ramirez hadn’t been a gamble, or if Curt Schilling hadn’t bled with every pitch. It would have worked even if the Yankees hadn’t been the sneering big-money boys in black hats. It would have worked even if they didn’t already look evil–has anybody else noticed that all this year’s Yankees appear to be turning into Joe Torre, with their eyes a dead yellow and an unhealthy gray under their skin?
The comeback started in the bottom of the ninth, naturally, three outs from elimination yet again. Winning four games after losing three in the postseason was, until 2004, unprecedented in baseball. Winning four games to start with was not.
There was no fire in the World Series. Nobody in St. Louis really hated Boston, they just wanted their guys to win. And to Boston, St. Louis was just an bystander–one who happened, unfortunately, to be bystanding between Boston and something really important. They didn’t slow down or detour; they pushed St. Louis out of the way. They did what they had to. You’d have done the same.
I mean, hey, it’s the Cardinals, right? Nice guys, guys you’d like if you met them in the supermarket.
Neat things!
Boston Overturned
Curt Schilling Dipped in Bronze
Game 7 Cancelled; Bodies of Sox Found Riddled by Tommy Guns
Yes, yes, well done, Boston! Now it’s a mere eighteen hours until you can pull out some more of the skillsmanship you displayed in the sixth inning, when you and the baseball appeared to repel each other, like the poles of a magnet–er, that is, like the same poles… of… of two… different magnets. Or maybe you’ll just wake up–later today–and remember that whoops! You just killed every damn pitcher you have!
Update 1210 hrs: “Repel each other, like the poles of a magnet.” Gah. I’m fired.
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