posted by admin on Aug 4
Just returned from the grocery store where inadvertently I made some very poor decisions for my night. Because they were on sale (and things I wanted/needed) I bought a 12-pack of Tecate (bottles b/c I’m a classy dude), a giant bag of chips and two bottles of Gatorade.
The road I’m on features jersey walls on both sides, all the exits are closed and ends with me accomplishing nothing tomorrow until lunch time.
On a related note, Lemon-Lime Gatorade (or G as the kids call it these days) is green not yellow. If you think it’s yellow there’s a scene from Roots I’d like to reenact with you.
Speaking of race, after Comedy Central put some Birther nutjobs on the air last night I went down the internet rabbit hole of people who think Obama wasn’t born in this country, they call themselves Birthers in what must have seemed a good idea at the time. The amount of collective delusion the internet allows is simply stunning and a much smarter person then myself will some day explain what it means for society. For now it is simply frightening. But not as frightening as someone concocting an elaborate, decade long conspiracy involving hundreds of people they don’t know to be eligible for the presidency and pulling it all off, apparently. I guess what I’m saying is if someone could pull that off, well, not a bad choice to fix the country.
I’d give you some more non-sequiturs but there’s some beer that needs drinking and Wii Sports Resort three-point contests don’t shoot themselves.