Thursday, August 24, 2006

WAF Day 5: That's All Folks...

Not many links out there today, but I thought you'd enjoy these:

That's not my bag baby!
"One warranty card, filled out by Austin Powers..."

Maybe that's why I didn't understand those cows in Mexico.

Those of you with kids might like this music. The Metallica samples are my favorite.

Thoughts on Blogging

This has been an interesting week, and I've learned a lot. The primary lesson is that blogging can be a pain in the ass. Today's entry is short because work came up yesterday, and the wife and I are trying to get out of town for the weekend. As much as I'd like to toss an airball, I've got five fans that depend on me. I know the feeling; I depend on the WAD to keep me from jumping out a window every day at work. That's a lot of pressure, keeping people from suicide.

All told, it's much easier to be the Stunt Cock (from Orgazmo) than it is to come up with this on a daily basis. Big ups to the WAD and his mystical muse Chester Cheetah.

Fantasy Update

My baseball team sucks, so I'm pretty much killing time until I can dominate our football league. About the only interesting thing going on in our baseball league is the million dollar question: will Stats crawl out from the cellar? He's made some progress lately, and he might not finish last.

Guaranteed Contracts

Every now and then you learn something that goes against everything you thought you knew. Case in point, this article by Jason Whitlock. In it, he says that MLB and NBA contracts are not guaranteed because of labor negotiations; they are guaranteed because the agents got the owners to agree. He points out that there are several MLB and NBA contracts that are not guaranteed. I had no idea. Here I was thinking that if I just got to the bigs my contract would be guaranteed. Now that dream is shattered.

If anybody has anything interesting to say, post it or e-mail it to me and I'll stick it up the WAD. If you don't have my e-mail address, that means that I don't like you. Sorry.

And finally, R.I.P. Pluto. I'll miss you homie.

Have a nice day.