Today's Title

All too often I find that zip codes lack zippiness. 11211: Zippity-frickin’ do-da.

I don’t particularly like crumb cake but I’ll eat crumbs of it just because it’s amusing to think that I’m eating crumb cake crumbs. Also, I actually do like crumb cake. Please forgive my momentary dishonesty.

Insurgents in Iraq seem to have replaced the crucial “or” from P.Diddy’s Vote or Die campaign with an “and.” You could argue that their motives aren’t based upon a misinterpretation of P.Diddy’s campaign, but wouldn’t it help simplify the whole mess in Iraq if we placed all the blame squarely on Diddy? Nothing personal Sean, but it’s time for a scapegoat.

Exree Hipp takes on Tequila Shots tonight. I wonder if their name ‘Tequila Shots’ is supposed to have some type of double meaning with respect to the word “Shots.” If so, I don’t get it. If not, what a waste. Either way, I feel like their name is fertile ground for mid-game taunts. After a player on their team misses a three pointer I’ll tell him that he should only attempt tequila shots, because jump shots don’t seem to be working out for him. (Snapple!) If I played for a team called Tequila Shots, which I never would, I would pretend to lick salt off of my hand before every free-throw attempt.

It’s sub-zero with the wind chill factor here today. Here’s something I wonder about weather reports: They tell you what the temperature is, but then they also tell you what it “feels like.” I think that the actual temperature is pretty useless if it feels like a different temperature. Just tell us what it’s going to feel like outside and call that the temperature. We don’t need all this superfluous information assholes. Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to turn ugly, it’s just that meteorologists have always gotten to me in a way that nobody else can. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

Bundle up out there, but make sure to bundle down afterwards.

Peace