Monday, November 27, 2006


First off, I'm writing this entry now, in the early evening, because I'm not going to really be here tomorrow morning.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

See, I have an early meeting with Steve scheduled, so that we can go over a few LegalSource-related things, and so... I'm probably not going to want / have the time to be blogging at 5am tomorrow, just for the sake of keeping pace.

Hence, the rare night entry.


Moving on.


Not that you've really been wondering or noticing, but... the reason that things have been a bit sparse around here is that, well, things have been good around here. Work, play, the in-between... I have nothing whatsoever to complain about, these days.

Even the holiday travel was completely uneventful. Maybe it had something to do with my leaving at 4:30am on Thursday, but that's neither here nor there.

Anyway, I've been avoiding writing, because... no one wants to hear happy. No one wants to hear wistful this-and-that. No one wants to hear nice.

Bitching just plays better on the screen, doesn't it?

And so, in that spirit, I will avoid talking about myself, and cut to the links.


The big news, in case you missed it, was this morning's announcement that Wing Bowl 15, with a theme of "Philadelphia Versus the World," is a go.

Yes, kids, it's everyone's favorite time of year. This time, with a twist. Only five sanctioned professional eaters shall be chosen... and the rest of the contestants will hail from Philly.

Who will be chosen?

Will it be Sonya Thomas? Joey Chestnut?? Kobayashi???


Who the hell knows.

All I know is that I'm going to be nowhere near Philly that day, because, as so many of you remember... I've already experienced it first-hand. Especially if you've never read it before, I implore you to click here for part one of the four-part saga.


Jeff was kind enough to share something related, in a way. Wing Bowl, as you almost certainly know by now, was created by Al Morganti to essentially distract long-suffering Eagles fans from a weekend where... well, the Eagles rarely played.

Super Bowl weekend.

Well, Lord knows, we won't be there this year, either. This short clip might hint at the state of the city, following Donovan McNabb's injury.

Thanks, pal.

Though I might point out that we're still in the (most horrendously ridiculous) playoff picture (in the history of mankind). Check it out.


Something else kinda sorta fat guy and football-related? Frank Caliendo doing his Madden impersonation on Letterman.


Just when you thought you couldn't hate Bill O'Reilly any more than you already did... now he has a problem with your iPod.




The world needs superheroes. Bob Smigel provides.


If you like Ben Folds, you might like him even more after reading this.

Or, you might hate him more, if you were there on either of these nights. It simply depends on your preferences for "brown noise."


Speaking of music, the Washington Post did a fine job of describing the Hold Steady show I went to and failed to adequately detail.


Pearl Jam still rules (as does Heather). News at 11.


Gotta run... trivia night beckons. My Morning Jacket on Tuesday night.

Busy, busy man.

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