Monday Morning Apathy

Hey gang.

Here it is the end of a long holiday weekend, and I've got a few stories to tell, but the mechanism that moves them from my brain to the keyboard doesn't seem to be working too well this morning. Every Sunday night I think to myself that I've got to post some good stuff for first thing in the morning because that's when I get the most traffic, but it's just not working for me today.

Sorry 'bout that.

I guess I could toss up a few bullet points of random thought, and then maybe later, or even tomorrow, return to my normal wordiness.

• Six night in a row at the casino. Ugh. Nobody is looking forward to Tuesday morning more than I am.
• Big money all weekend, until last night. It was a tomb. We closed five games before 8 pm--that has never happened before. I dealt eight hands of Pai Gow before getting sent home.
  
• I am 0-for-3 in attempts to get my oil changed this past weekend.
• I got a bunch of pics from Reverend Dave from the cruise. There were only a few pictures of the 'fellas', and they were quite tame. No trip report though, and now that a month has passed, I'm guessing that it ain't gonna happen.
• The first time all season I bet on the Patriots, and it's the first time all season they failed to cover. One more reason to hate them, I suppose. I hate the Eagles even more, but how great was it to see Tom Brady getting creamed and then trying to pull himself up off the turf like an 80-year old man getting out of bed...
• Write it down--Mizzou will lose to Oklahoma next weekend, just to piss me off by putting Ohio State in the national championship game. Rob will be insufferable if that happens. And it will. It's just my luck. I'm fairly certain that the walls of hell are painted scarlet and gray. And Satan wears a sweater vest.
• I ate some real Chinese food this weekend. Not the stuff from the Takie Outie. It was... interesting.
• Good lord this Vanilla/Rum coffee creamer tastes like ass. I thought it would be better.
  
• The Trans-Siberian Orchestra's rendition of Wizards in Winter is one of the coolest tunes relating to That Winter Holiday Whose Name Cannot Be Spoken In Public, Especially In TV Commercials And Corporate Communications.
• It's somewhat ironic that I bitch about $3-per gallon gas, when I just paid $5 for a can of compressed air.
• I had a musical epiphany this weekend. I realized that instrumental Jazz is cool as hell. But as soon as somebody starts singing along, I think I'd rather listen to silverware caught in the garbage disposal.

I think that's about all for now.

Mikey