Gah. Tired

First - Keanu Reeves describes John Constantine as a "world-weary" and "nihilistic guy with a heart of gold." Somehow I think John would disagree with the 'heart of gold' bit.

Went to "Super Bowl" Party with husband at his place of work. Well, in the clubhouse of the community his work built. Toll Brothers had much invested in the game, as one of their employees was on the Eagles team. Jeff Thompson, number 85. I think he tackled someone at one point.

In all my years, I've pretty much managed to avoid watching the super bowl, and pretty much football in general, except for the occasional homecoming game in High School. (wherein I wandered around and socialised more than paid attention to the game) I recall a High School boyfriend trying to explain the rules of football to me at one point, but it didn't stick.

So last night was the first time I was pretty much hostage to the game, and I came to this conclusion:

Football bores me.

( More nattering behind the cut because I don't want to take up people's friends page )

Gah. Tired

First - Keanu Reeves describes John Constantine as a "world-weary" and "nihilistic guy with a heart of gold." Somehow I think John would disagree with the 'heart of gold' bit.

Went to "Super Bowl" Party with husband at his place of work. Well, in the clubhouse of the community his work built. Toll Brothers had much invested in the game, as one of their employees was on the Eagles team. Jeff Thompson, number 85. I think he tackled someone at one point.

In all my years, I've pretty much managed to avoid watching the super bowl, and pretty much football in general, except for the occasional homecoming game in High School. (wherein I wandered around and socialised more than paid attention to the game) I recall a High School boyfriend trying to explain the rules of football to me at one point, but it didn't stick.

So last night was the first time I was pretty much hostage to the game, and I came to this conclusion:

Football bores me.

( More nattering behind the cut because I don't want to take up people's friends page )

Sometimes not even Google can find things

I truly wish I could find this poem in its entirety, because it is so funny - I remember seeing it as a preface for some humor book on language or something ages ago, and it stuck with me because it is a) funny and b) true. It's about the odd little things in our (English) language we use every day that are wrong and yet we don't notice. Like 'pre-heating'. Pre does not mean 'previously', it means 'before'. So therefore, pre-heat would be, logically, cold. And don't get me started on 'pre-owned' cars.

I mentioned this poem to someone recently, which led me to wondering if I could find it on line anywhere. So far all I could find was a snippet on a review of the poet's most recent book or poems, Errors in the Script.

Here's the snippet from Top Priority, by Greg Williamson

And add my errors to the list, or course.
I have misspoken, riding my high horse,
But hope I'm truly forgiven every lie.
And so, you know, like, basically, when I die,
Pre-dig my grave six feet to hide the coffin,
Brainstorm and dialogue about me often,
And I'll de-body to join the win-win group
For pre-cooked ham and ready-to-eat soup,
Completely free gifts, no extra charge to me,
And walk with God, the Top Priority.

One part in the poem mentions 'pre-boarding' a plane and he says something like 'I finish my beer and check my fly/that isn't what they mean/I don't know why'.

I think I need to find his book.

ETA: This ticker.

Sometimes not even Google can find things

I truly wish I could find this poem in its entirety, because it is so funny - I remember seeing it as a preface for some humor book on language or something ages ago, and it stuck with me because it is a) funny and b) true. It's about the odd little things in our (English) language we use every day that are wrong and yet we don't notice. Like 'pre-heating'. Pre does not mean 'previously', it means 'before'. So therefore, pre-heat would be, logically, cold. And don't get me started on 'pre-owned' cars.

I mentioned this poem to someone recently, which led me to wondering if I could find it on line anywhere. So far all I could find was a snippet on a review of the poet's most recent book or poems, Errors in the Script.

Here's the snippet from Top Priority, by Greg Williamson

And add my errors to the list, or course.
I have misspoken, riding my high horse,
But hope I'm truly forgiven every lie.
And so, you know, like, basically, when I die,
Pre-dig my grave six feet to hide the coffin,
Brainstorm and dialogue about me often,
And I'll de-body to join the win-win group
For pre-cooked ham and ready-to-eat soup,
Completely free gifts, no extra charge to me,
And walk with God, the Top Priority.

One part in the poem mentions 'pre-boarding' a plane and he says something like 'I finish my beer and check my fly/that isn't what they mean/I don't know why'.

I think I need to find his book.

ETA: This ticker.