Yo.
That’s the way I start off just about every internet-based communique. Yo.
Don’t know why. Just feels good that way.
Just got back from the bar a little bit ago. The Royale Bar. It’s now the hippest place to be. Ever.
I work there.
Last night the local Democratic Party peeps assembled at the Royale to watch President Bush tell us the state of the union, which is strong, according to he… as if he would say otherwise.. does he really have to proclaim the strength of the union.. or is it only when there may be a question in people’s minds, as there may be these days…. In any event, I’m not convinced.
The local NBC affiliate came and did their coverage of the speech from the bar. It seemed a cathartic debauch. I was not there, but it looked that way on TV.
I myself could not bear to watch the speech. I suspected what I would hear. Reading it in the paper the next day confirmed it. 9-11, terror, 9-11, blah blah blah. But human-animal hybrid research!?! WTF!?
So, now it’s a quarter to four in the a.m. I’m watching the Daily Show and Colbert Report, which my wife recorded for me, God love her. The shows focus entirely on the state of the union speech; the comedy makes reality easier to swallow.
I might play some baseball on the PS2 before bed. I love playstation. It rocks. I also love the MVP Baseball 2005 game I got for Christmas. It’s a decent substitute for the real thing. Almost. I got a season going right now. What’s also cool is that you can create your own players. I got a little lazy and, well, a little vain one day, ah who cares. So, I created a player named Andy Struckhov (Struckhoff wouldn’t fit). He’s the best second-baseman in the major leagues; power to all fields, defense, speed. He’s a five-tool player. Like me. Or, like I would be if I had been born with different genes.
