I could have done that (thought about it) but Googling takes 3.5 seconds. Regardless, thanks. It’s a worthy read.

Check out the Brendan James piece at IBTimes about 9/11 truthers, it’s really interesting.

What kind of fucking nerd wants to stop swearing?

Why, do you not like Rusty Kuntz?

My shoes got soaked at work during this, so I had to wear flip flops all day. I fucking hate flip flops. The freakend, babay!

Last year I bought John Varvatos Sid chukkas, suede in Sand color. Best shoes I’ve ever owned, and easily best looking too. “But wait, isn’t that an expensive brand?” Nah, 6pm dot com...$85, home for dinner.

The first Oxford I ever bought was the Gap Modern...it was a good shirt.

Warren Sapp has been chomping at the bit and the prostitute to have Golden gone.

I hate homers calling sporting events...I love this.

The Chris Christie of football.

And all this time I’ve thought Every Time I Die parties the way they do because they’re rock stars. Nope, they’re just from Buffalo.

WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW

I watched this live, and promptly tweeted, texted, FB messaged, etc, everyone I know whether they are sports fans or not because oh my god. Oh my god. Uuuuhhhhh holy shit. Oh mygj gsjgsfg

Eh, could be worse. American politicians shoot their friends while hunting.

Nerds.

Seems like getting up off the turf is his biggest accomplishment here.

Jerry’s Tongue in Aspic

Colts at Texans: Mild shoulder separation, eh? Ever separate your shoulder? It feels like sanctioned torture. There’s NOTHING mild about a shoulder separation. If the shoulder separation is less severe, it should be formerly called a Less Hellish But Still Awful Shoulderquake. That is more accurate.

It’s either a one-game win-and-in or they miss the playoffs altogether. Both WC games had teams with almost identical records, so I would tend to agree more if it was a lopsided matchup a la the NFC WC last year. As an Astros fan, I currently approve of the format.

Adults booing always makes me laugh, but moreso when it’s the Yankees (I also happen to be an Astros fan). But it’s called the Bronx Cheer for a reason, so eh, whatever, fuck ‘em, etc.