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- The Sun Moved: And the nights are cooler, and football’s on, and even the Friday night game is good this week! Yep, it’s fall. We’ve arrived in my favorite season. Time for the Big Spring Jam, too…
- Unfortunately, It’s the Lamest Ticket Yet: The Big Spring Jam is the weakest so far. We’re still going one day, anyway. Lea and I first flirted at the Jam. Plus, I’ve never missed one, and now that we’re up to 15 of these, that’s pretty cool. But come on, organizers. Let’s do a little better for Big Spring Jam XVI, okay? The Lionel Richie-less Commodores are only so compelling.
- He’s Not That Kind of Guy: I sold Costco’s advantages over Sam’s to Carey most of the way there last week. Turns out we went on the day that they had some goofy wolf-head (or something) mascot roaming the aisles and messing with the customers. Carey was forced to high-five him as we waited in line, which swiftly and unrecoverably killed any prospect of him ever becoming a member. (Really, folks, it is pretty obnoxious. Don’t make Wacky Wolf Guy be there the next time I am.)
- Halo 3 Came Out Yesterday: Today for me, though. I pre-ordered it on Amazon.com partially because I was mildly concerned about supply, but mostly because the thought of being part of the throngs was roundly unappealing. I’ll go open the tantalizing box in the foyer in a little while.
- We’re Saving the Earth and Shit: We have a programmable thermostat, and we use compact fluorescent bulbs. We also use those water-saving toilets that you have to flush four times.
- There Wasn’t Much Golden Zone Overlap There: Nathan is now sleeping soundly enough that he doesn’t awaken easily when it’s necessary to move him (from the couch or the car, for example). He now also weighs enough that it’s increasingly difficult to summon the necessary finesse.
- Mojeaux: ‘Seester, I regret that I can muster only mild enthusiasm for the NFL, particularly this early in the season. Nevertheless, we’re buds, so I’m pulling for your beloved Saints. Best wishes on your boys pulling up soon.
- Go Have Some Tomato Juice: It’s good for you.
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DON’T get Mr. Chili started about the toilets. He doesn’t give a damn about the environment – if he could find a toilet that would SUCK the shit out of him, he’d buy it. It’s pretty funny to hear him grumbling after three or four flushes (“frickin’ “low flow” toilet. What good does the water saving do you if you’ve gotta flush the thing FOUR TIMES?!”)…
David doesn’t muster much enthusiasm for the NFL either. He’s really into SEC football. I can only muster depression, angst and some form of a curse right now.
Costco didn’t make me high-five the 6′ tall stuffed toy, I did that to avoid the “total asshole” label. I may use Costco in the future, there were those amazing tits at the check out counter.
Hey Mrs. Chili, on one of my many trips to England, one hotel had what can only be described as a jet propelled toilet. When I pushed the lever down, it pressed a button and WHOOSH, the poopy was gone with a force only generated by a jet fighter engine. I had to remove the lid to see for myself. It had a pressure vessel inside. I was afraid to sit while I flushed. It might just take me with it.
From looking at this year’s BSJ lineup, I wonder when they’ll change the name to “Big Spring Revival” and stop serving beer.