September 20, 2004
Joy Is...
...the fact that I'm watching the Colts vs. Titans (oops, thanks Colin) game live as I write this! Even archnemesis Dan [Fucking] Dierdorf's blustery color commentary cannot squelch my delight! Yup, I got satellite. It is nothing short of a revelation. I can now enjoy The Simpsons, Sportscenter, and BBC News at my leisure. I can also enjoy at least three channels dedicated completely to pachinko, one that airs nothing but table tennis and badminton, and (on various channels) a unending stream of Japanese pro wrestling! Good times abound.
September 13, 2004
Pain Is...
...missing the NFL's opening weekend, which dawns in less than forty minutes. The guys are probably struggling to make it through the pregame, already drunk and fully gorged in a classic case of early-season overexertion. And here I am, at 1:22 on Monday morning, anticipating another glorious day of futile attempts to mold Sapporo's youth into fluent (or at least coherent) English speakers. Perhaps this is why I spent most of my day translating the fine print of Japanese satellite TV pamphlets. That's right. I'm so desperate to get my NFL fix that I'll probably end up paying about $40 a month to see one tape-delayed game a week. And I'll be lucky if I see more than one Vikings game all season. Yet Tim (who's going to pitch in a bit for the football package - Rams fan) and I agree, it is the right thing to do. Now if they could just ship some decent burritos over here, it'd almost be like home.
Skol Vikings.
September 01, 2004
Critical Hair Update
To the surprise of no one, my mohawk was very short-lived. I thought the style sort of embodied the punk ethos - that is, "I don't give a fuck." But given the amount of preening and hair product (italicized as though it's a foreign word because Chris Delong is the only person who can say it correctly and, thus, is effectively a foreign word) applying/kneading I did for those two glorious mornings in which I arose to find this thing on my head, it dawned on me that perhaps the collapse of punk is due to its fundamentally self-contradicting nature.
In any event, it's all gone. I'm a modern-day Samson. But rather than losing my strength, I lost my sanity, or so this picture would lead you to believe.
Tim's website has some great pictures of, among other things, the Mohawk Incident of '04. It also has the long-awaited snowboarding video Tim slaved away on for much of the winter and spring. See me fall down a lot, or see how good my other friends are.