Tuesday, February 27, 2007
I'm alive
This is not an actual photo from Galesburg this weekend, but it might as well have been. I apologize for my week-long absence, and also for the fact that you had to look at a dreamy photo of Alex Rodriguez and Derek Jeter each time you were here. Anyway, I choose to use bullet points to update you.
- The weather was atrocious this weekend. I've never seen anything like it; there was a solid three inches of ice covering everything in Galesburg and tree limbs were down all over the city. By one estimate, at least half of the roads had some sort of limb blockage and almost 80 percent of the town was without power.
- We, fortunately, did not lose power.
- Julie visited this weekend, so she and I suffered through the start of this weather on a drive back from St. Louis, where we saw Guster with Welty. Guster was good; sliding around on an interstate wasn't so good. As an additional side note, The Pageant is an amazing concert venue.
- Julie and I both got sick on Sunday, either from food poisoning or some sort of virus (probably the latter). On the bright side, we ate 30 crackers between us over two days, so we got a nice start on slimming down for our trip to Orlando in March. The episode gave me the idea to work on a book about dieting via controlled illness. I think it could work. Dieting Through Dysentery, perhaps?
- On Thursday night, a crack developed across the width of my car windshield, probably stemming from a rock chip. Since October, I've hit a deer with my car, my dad backed it into a truck and now I have this unexplained crack on my windshield. I think the Corolla is cursed, and I'm probably going to explore getting a new car.
- Speaking of cursed, the Cubs (like that transition?) are in full spring training mode and Mark Prior is probably hurt. But the Cubs say there's nothing wrong and that we have no reason not to believe them. Anyone who has followed the team during the past three years knows how insulting this is. I'll complain more about this later.
- "24" is a pretty crappy television show. I hope Wayne Palmer dies, or is at least rendered mute so I never have to listen to him talk again. He. Has. So. Much. Passion. That. He. Grits. His. Teeth. And. Growls. Even. When. It. Doesn't. Make. Any. Sense. To. Do. So.
- The Bulls didn't add anyone at the trade deadline and still don't have a post presence. I'll complain more about this later.
- I played Guitar Hero for the first time while visiting Welty. It haunted my dreams for two nights. Cowboys from Hell!
- This final bullet point is to apologize for the extremely boring nature of this post. I'll get back to snarky commentary as soon as I'm able. And as soon as I can eat a full meal again.
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