Winter

1. On cold days, life sucks.
2. On warm days, everything else sucks because the snow that's laying around starts melting and there's sloppy shit in every direction.
3. Went and did a mid-winter test-fire on the bike and had twinges of "WHY THE FUCK IS THIS THING STUCK BEHIND ALL THESE TRAILERS!?" 50+F and landlocked in a shed.
4. Insult to injury - way home some dude pulls up behind me on a bike.

Ideas

So, AFKS isn't sure he's going with me to this here Music as a Weapon concert. But I gots two tickets, see. Mrs. NFB says, "I'll go if he doesn't."

And I says, "Yeah, then I'd be too worried about you to rock to the fuck to the out."

So she says, "Take my baby brudder."

And I find this idea intriguing on multiple levels.

See, he's never been to big rawk show. None. Ever. I'm thinking this could be a nice little intro to rawkdom. Especially if he goes in blind.

However, there's also the fun of the trip there. I could spend the entire trip getting him freaked out, warning him about what could happen, telling him what he'll see.

Hell, I'm half tempted to buy another ticket if AFKS does want to go. He'd get in on that.

Though then there's the danger he'll end up taking to it like a fish to water and we'll have to bail him out by the end of the night. Wait, that'd actually be kinda cool.

Growth

OK, OK, I fucking get it. No time off for me. Crap.

Friday, I went back to the room to write, got about three paragraphs out and realized it just wasn't fucking working, so went to bed.

Saturday I spent the entire day getting bombarded by shit from these people's lives. Shit I've already written, shit I haven't yet written, shit I know needs a quick re-write to integrate with the current story. Just constant. Like wouldn't let up for a second. So brain-draining I couldn't figure out that a bill for six dollars fifty-six cents required seven dollars, not six.

Yeah. That bad.

So, Saturday night I was a god of writing. Caffienated to the hilt, hopped up on sugar, rocking old-sk00l like Powermad, 'tallica, Slayer and the like, and the shit just flowed.

Sunday they left me alone. Until the stupor bowl started. I missed more than a couple plays to head-trip. But at least I was safely on the couch at the time.

"You guys had it bad for each other in the first fucking grade?"

Whatever. I'm working on it. Shut up and leave me alone during the work day you little twits.

Current count: 160,000. No slowing down.

GO CARDS!

Well, everybody said they didn't even belong there and us Cardinal fans should just shut up because they suck.

Funny how they almost pulled it off. If not for their defense deciding to sleep on that last drive, they might have.

Bright spot of the game - The long pass play for the Cards. WOO!

Dark spot of the game - Cards get called for a stupid protecting the quarterback on a play where the guy clearly couldn't pull out of a hit after the pass was made. Pittsburgh doesn't get called on a play where the defender held down a Card, beat the fuck out of him, then when he finally let him up shoved him back down again AFTER THE PLAY.

But, whatever, I doubt it would have changed the outcome.

Oh well, there's next year.