Happy Tuesday, Spursland! I love you guys, I think my record is pretty clear on that. You have ballooned me up during hard times and dragged me deeper into the depths of hell during the harder times. You are my happy place. There, see, words that prove I love you.
Now let me say this: you guys all have to get your shit together, and buck up my buttercups. We got some crazy going down these days in the commentariat, and not the old school "aw, isn't that adorable" negativity crazy that popped up here and there in the old days. Now there is so much of this craziness that there is a god damn RAWK Meltdown style Twitter account to document it. So let's all hug and remember this is supposed to be fun, even the not so happy parts.
and now the "news"
The self imposed deadline seems really stupid to me. Then again, I live in America, where we don't let anything stand in the way of rich people making deals. Like nothing, not even good sense. THEY KNEW I HAD NO INTEREST IN THAT FUCKING U2 ALBUM BUT THERE IT IS ON MY PHONE AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT.
If I described someone as boring, disinterested and French, you'd picture this interview, right? My god, I am not even sure he has a legitimate facial expression. Is this even a person, or is it some sort of alien cyborg who tells people he stands in his back garden staring at the sky each night to star gaze, but really is communicating with the mother ship?
I can't even fake excitement about this. Because it just so happens I hit one of these today during practice. Yes, that is right, Coach Salmon Chase is coaching soccer this fall. We are supposed to play the varsity coaches' preferred 4-3-3, but it's impossible to get these kids to understand that concept so we play a 4-4-2 diamond and just tell him it's a 4-3-3. But basically, this shot isn't that hard.
Shut up, fatty.
Even the dignified Swiss are not immune to this pandemic of dudebro that has been sweeping the world.