Friday, March 03, 2006Friday Blah Blogging
I don't know about you, but my energy's been at a low ebb for the last couple of days. Not low to the point of immobility -- yesterday I took a long walk at a local park and ended up feeding lemon cookies to fish with some old guy named Lloyd. (I was sure he was going to start talking about Jesus at any moment, but he never did.) This is more like, "I could do this now, but then again, I could also do it tomorrow" kind of low-energy.
Obviously what I need is a photograph of an absurdly large boxer and his terrified prey.
Holy fucking shit. That's Nickolay Valuev, and he's 7 feet tall, 320 pounds. I think he only wins because nobody can reach to punch him in the face. The fur on his back just makes him scarier -- I think I'm going to have nightmares.
Elsewhere: the kids in the generation coming up now sure are nice, but they're a bunch of little fucking lemmings. Or so says this article. I'm feeling really irritable about the whole thing, sandwiched between two generations so numerous that they become tyrannical in their desires: when the boomers want to talk about getting old, we all have to talk about getting old; when the millenials want to talk about having babies, we'll all have to talk about having babies. That's too goddamn much diaper-talk for this grouchy Gen-Xer. |