Our kitty friend Joey had to be put to sleep today. I knew him for about two years and he was a very nice kitty but he had been on a long, slow decline in health over that time.
Bye bye kitty.
All the commercials this year so far that have Santa Claus in them portray him as washed up and irrelevant, completely overwhelmed by commercialism–in a word, impotent.
Coincidentally, I think I had a dream about him the other night. He introduced himself as Milton “Money” Friedman. You know…”Money is my middle name.”
We only punted twice.
Leading receiver again? Brian Hartline.
That’s who I want us to play in the title game. Among other reasons, my cousin’s going to be a professor there.
I love that caveman in the airport Geico commercial. It’s sublime.
I also quite like the Volvo commercial with the little girl telling the weird story. That’s totally what I was like at that age.
That’s a dumb penalty. Why not just automatically charge the team that runs out the play clock with a time out?
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