Meanwhile, Baltimore loves the Ravens (nés Browns) but is still pissed about the Colts. And I know people who were born in the 70s and are still not over the Dodgers leaving Brooklyn in the 50s.
Nothing like sports for total not getting over stuff.
(Me? I just hate the Cardinals because they were the accidental beneficiaries of the Phillies having a massive losing streak in 1964.)
Yeah, I was talking about what Sophia was saying. In other sources, when it comes up, I feel like it's almost disingenuous to not say what my reasons are for not using the site. I'm kinda over glossing over stuff to protect what, his feelings? Yeah, no. I'm not going to change anyone's mind over it because what do they care, and because it's a genuinely useful and entertaining site. But I'm also not going to nod along to how brilliant he is for what was our idea.
If I were less lazy, more articulate, and less in fear of bring the wrath of idiots down upon us, I'd have gone all MsScribe takedown, frankly.
My soul loses nothing if I mention someone's abusive and immoral behavior.
Oh, please. You want a sports grudge? DO YOU???
I'm from Cincinnati. I grew up during the Big Red Machine. Two words: Pete. Rose.
I know all the arguments about gambling, integrity, blar blar blar. Don't care. He should be in the Hall of Fame, and Bart Giamatti can burn in hell.
I think part of the reason I don't say anything is that I literally just want to scream "Munchausens by Internet!" And not explain the whole story.
My social studies teacher gave us bonus points whenever the Cleveland Browns won, and I graduated in 1991. That is probably the only reason I knew about them. I wish I could get bonus points at my job.
Baltimore loves the Ravens (nés Browns)
Is "nes" the correct form for plural male? (I can't do the cool accent mark)
OMG, do not even mention the Colts stealing away in the middle of the night around here. The rants never end.
Shoveled the sidewalks earlier with my neighbors, now it is time for wine night. Might prove...interesting. There's a very very recent breakup that We Are Not To Discuss, but you know how wine goes with that.
My cats are crashed out again. I think me being home is exhausting (even if they didn't try to kill me today.)
My cats are crashed out again. I think me being home is exhausting (even if they didn't try to kill me today.)
Probably so. I've been working at home for as long as Mycroft has been around, but whenever S. works from home it's all OMG MONKEY IN THE HOUSE PLAY WITH ME NOW CAN I SIT ON YOUR KEYBOARD HERE'S MY BEST MOUSIE TOY ME ME MEEEEEEE.
I believe so.
Yay, I feel smart to have deduced that. (small things amuse me)
I think part of the reason I don't say anything is that I literally just want to scream "Munchausens by Internet!" And not explain the whole story.
Bwaha!
Yes, this is me. I sometimes don't bother to explain the whole story because I feel it should be explainable in three words.