No posting over the past couple of days because I was having hosting problems. It's a good thing that my webhost hasn't branched out into producing pacemakers or air traffic control, because they would then reduce the population of the earth by 80%. I'm not saying that's particularly bad; if you managed to survive, you could have your own zoo. I'm just saying I should think twice the next time I go with a webhost who only accepts payment in the form of Lean Cuisine coupons. Anyway, if you tried to send me an email during the past few days, I didn't get it so please resend. To expedite the process, you may need to tape a $5 bill to your monitor.
Is there anything worse than reading someone's lame website about their lame fantasy football team? I think so; consider a tickle fight with a naked, enraged Wilford Brimley. However, reading about fantasy football is pretty close to the top. Nevertheless, I can't help myself. This weekend was the first week of competition in my league, and my team, Cheech Marin's Mustache, put up a performance of truly Powellian prowess. Just how Powellian? Well, my quarterback threw five interceptions, and my starting running back ran for 9 yards. I may as well have gone to the stadium myself to earn my points the old-fashioned way. That may've even been a better plan, since I'd probably have to leave the game for emergency surgery after the defense knocked my eyes, teeth, and tongue out on the third play of the game. To all my players: if you don't feel a good day coming, please adopt this strategy. As soon as you enter the game, just let them beat you up until it becomes too grotesque for the other players to stomach. That way, you earn yourself some vacation time while saving your reputation and my place in the standings. For the love of God, Dante Culpepper better read this site.
Okay, what else do I have to share? Season 3 of Arrested Development starts tonight. I've got to be honest: I really don't care if you watch my favorite tv shows. However, the producers of the show may stumble upon this site sometime, with their pockets full of cash and lollipops. In that event, they need to know I'm a fan. They also need to know that I don't work for scale. I actually have no idea what scale is or how much it pays, but when dealing with these show business jerks, you have to speak the lingo.
Posted by Cody at September 19, 2005 6:35 PM