Three unrelated notices, to which I cannot come up with a catchy heading: 1) Is there any worse song in the world than the UB40 version of "Red Red Wine?" [Long pause.] I thought not. (Recall that I kinda like both "I'm Too Sexy" and "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles).")
2) While I don't get points for playing in the tournament, it does look like I get a rating, which is all I care about. One more check in the column labeled "pro," I suppose; it's getting harder and harder to turn this down. My predicted rating, if I play: somewhere between 820 and 850. (That'd be about one stroke per hole worse than the best professionals in the world which, when you think about it, isn't too bad.)
3) The most exciting and simultaneously depressing news from my Alaska vacation: All Sport, the greatest sports drink in the history of greatest sports drinks, lives! They still make it in the Pacific Northwest! (First antecedent in the previous sentence is employees at the Monarch Company, which bought the drink from Pepsi.) Alas, they make it without carbonation. I had about a half-gallon of the "improved" All Sport in Alaska and in the Seattle airport, and while it does survive surprisingly well without carbonation -- emphatically well compared to the watered-down urine that is PowerAde and the watered-down water that is Gatorade -- it's not the same. I may have to move it down a few spots in Matthew's Hierarchy of Drinkable Liquids.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
