In the wake of Hurricane Bearded Matriarch the fragility of life became apparent. I am unsure of myself. My life...which I thought was in a constant state of becoming...is now a stuttering reel of film. But like all great champions I pledge to pick up the pieces, scattered though they be, to fight another day, to post another post. Please--feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org for grief counseling, or a tall latte.
- Other news: I got back from a magnificent weekend up on the North Shore and I rediscovered my love again for this great state (second only to our Nation's true sack of gold, Iowa.)
- Notre Dame beat the piss out of Purdue, and Brady Quinn (even after the narrow loss to Michigan State) ain't getting no Heisman love. Iowa regained their form (although I predict a middle of the pack Big 10 finish) . America's team, Iowa State, lost in OT to a pass happy (?!) Cornhuskers team. I blame the homogenization of college football on Steve Spurrier, Urban Meyer, Joe Tiller (particularly Midwestern football), and possibly Pete Carroll. The Gophers, and that goofball Glenn Mason, are still a wet bag of shit.
- For the moment I'll spare you my blow-by-blow feelings on St. Paul mayoral "candidate" Randy Kelly. However, if you really want to know, I can be seen Thursday Oct. 13th at Champps in Burnsville after the Orange Whip show signing autographs.
- There will come a time when my posts are coherent, readable, and worthwhile. Until then...good night.