Red v Blue
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RvB: Season 5
As a registered user, I got a little e-mail from Rooster Teeth on Tuesday to give some discount code for use in their store this holiday season.
“Hmm…” I thought, I haven’t been over there since the last season finished up. Let’s see whud up.
Well, whud up is Season 5 started at the end of September!
What, what, what???
That’s right, I’ve been missing out and so have you! If you count yourself as a Halo fan, you should be following what these guys do…
Asshats in the Outfield
I am bummed out to have to write a sequel to this post, but the asshats have demanded it. Yes, I attended my second Sox game of the year tonight and it was against the hated Yankees. Schilling took the hill against Chien-Ming Wang. Do you see where this is going?
Okay, so yes, it is a Yankee game and folks are more liquored up and passionate than for a Seattle Mariners game, but come on! Okay, I can’t help it… that just set up for a joke about an activity being suggested at that Mariners game. I swear, it just happened!
Anyway, we know everyone hates the Yankees, right? How does the chant go? Yankees Stink… no, that’s not quite it… So, yes, most folks are rev’d up for some extra razzing. Sure, tell Bernie Williams he’s old and his guitar playing stinks because he can’t hear it anymore... Continue reading »
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Tue :: 04 :: Mar :: 2008 :: 08.45 pm
Categorized:
Commentary, Life
Tagged:
Machinama, MBTA, Red Sox, Red v Blue, Sheila, Toyota Tundra
Commented:
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Triple priced
So, the MBTA Transit Police charged Sheila $15 for taking up two parking spaces today.
Lemme do the math here… if it costs $5 for a spot for the day, and two are taken, that’s $10 and not $20, right?
I was over the lines in my spot because the truck next to me was over his lines, go figure. I’m sure they saw that. Not. I hope that guy got a ticket too. He was gone before I got back tonight. Anyway, this markup is sorta crap. At worst, I cost the MBTA five dollars in lost revenue today. It’s not like I was in a metered, handicap or fire lane spot, I was over the lines. I know, I’m complaining, really, over ten bucks. I don’t actually care, but I’m in a ranting mood, so what the heck.
Oh, who’s Sheila you ask? Well, obviously that’s the name of my truck. Yeah, I named her Sheila, despite the slightly disturbing thought that it puts in my head about a pizza delivery ape… he of the gold-digging-ex-wife-named-Sheila fame. The only woman who’d ever think a pizza delivery ape — honestly, a term of... Continue reading »