Stuck in my head

Margie posed a poser to me a few nights ago, under the mistaken assumption that I memorize song lyrics. I memorize movie dialogue. My hearing is too screwed up on the left side to understand anything but the most clearly sung song lyrics (Tenacious D, Too Long in the Wasteland, etc), until the 10th or 20th run through. Until then, I’m just there for the harmony, man.
On the other hand, I hate not knowing the answer to trivia, so FILL UP MY HEAD, PEOPLE.
The question: who the hell sings the song with lyrics that reference “mixing molotov cocktails in the kitchen sink” (the following line says something about “might as well drink”… maybe), and what is the name of the damn song.
It’s so uncool that I can’t just rattle that stuff off.

Pigskin Picks

Once a week, I make one post in which I talk like a former high school football player who still loves the game, and you all pretend you care (or don’t). Deal.
Like the Redskins/Dallas game, Week 5 of the Fantasy League wasn’t pretty, but someone had to win. Might as well be me.
I’ve had better weeks, but I’ve also had worse, and it put a W up in the result column, so I can’t complain much.
One interesting thing is that, of the eight players I had active this week, FOUR were outperformed by guys I had on my bench. I usually make better decisions than that. Seattle’s Stephen Alexander outrushing Emmit Smith probably isn’t that surprising, but Seattle’s Defense got 3 interceptions and ran in 2 touchdowns off a QB that only threw 5 Picks ALL LAST YEAR? What?
And of course Flutie had one of those infuriatingly decent games that you can never predict… so I don’t really care that I missed out on his points.
Anyway, I’ve somehow stumbled into the best record for my league at 4 and 1, but in the end I’m screwed. Unless Yahoo updates to take the ‘lost’ week of NFL play into account, several of my best guys are going to be on byes at critical times.

Clan Kuma

Someone killed me this morning. (I’m not naming names, though I have my suspicions.) Due to my death, I was unable to avenge my honor properly, but my ninja hordes are assembling. Beware!
(I know I already linked to this, but dammit, it’s ninja warfare! It deserves two links.)

d’ya hear that sound?

That soft, whispering sigh that rides the air tonight, all across the America?
That’s the sound of a million Trek fans drifting through a greased-up-Vulcan masturbatory fantasy while they stare at a couple seconds of Enterprise in freeze-frame.
Good show? Yes, I enjoyed parts of it very much. Cool ship? Yes. It felt like a sub, it was cramped like a sub, and in case you missed the parallel, they used reverse depth charges to attack it like a sub.
Pandering, pointless lotion scene? …you do hear that sound, don’tcha?
The lowest common denominator in Trekdom is divisible by 7 and 9.


For those of you who’ve asked (but who apparently don’t read the comments pages), Jake is doing better. The vet cleared him of any actual hip damage, judged it to be tissue bruises, and gave us some meds. All is good news on that front.
We have Digital Cable as of today. It took a long friggin’ time to figure out where the Sci-Fi channel is, but I finally located it wayyyyyy up on 160. All is good.
The 3rd season of Angel starts up tonight on the WB. Blank tapes? Check. Stop watch (to edit out commercials flawlessly)? Check. No life? Also Check.
It feels sort of odd for a new season of… ANYTHING to start. I’ve been watching tapes of old shows so much that I’m not used to watching something that everyone else I know hasn’t already seen. Twice. This is doubled by the fact that I’ve been watching a WHOLE lot of tapes, just to avoid the constant news barrage. We’re gearing up for our shows in the near future — very annoyed that two of our favorite shows, which are NOW on different networks, have been scheduled against one another. Stupid corporate pissing match.
And don’t tell me to tape one of them. Normally, I tape BOTH of them, but that’s going to be a bit difficult when everything is simultaneous.

May god have mercy on my… is that episode 89?

Four days ago, Dave handed me a bag full of 22 Babylon 5 episodes. I said I was going to take it easy this time…
Four nights later, I’m done.
That’s a total of 44 episodes in two 4-day stretches.
There is no excuse for not getting caught up with Buffy and Angel before the Season Premiere, Dave. None. Except for the lack of sleep and the ranting and very VERY VERY loud swearing at the television.
Very loud.
I laughed, I swore, and I cried like a tubby bitch (thank you, Dogma) towards the end. I’m tired, but I think I’m too wired to sleep. Cripes.

Babylon 5 Episodes: 8 Sleep: 0

I suck at writing or plotting conflict. I want all the heroes to hook up with their respective heroines (or whatever) and live happily ever after, or at least face their challenges together. I like to see people overcome their obstacles because they worked together, not despite the fact they didn’t. Anything else gives me heartburn. I love a good fight in the story, but it’s hard for me when the fight is between friends.

As for the title of this entry, I have nothing more to add — me tired, go sleepie now.