A Nameless Blog

Hello, loyal readers.  It’s been a fantastic week (or so) in the life of the Darrell.  The start of fantasy football drafts, a Green Day concert, the return of Mad Men, a near-perfect game of team trivia, a WWF SmackDown taping, a human female is pretending to enjoy my company… things are looking up.  In fact, it might be the best fortnight since Rilo Kiley and the New Pornographers released new albums right on top of each other.  What better way to celebrate than with a blogpodge?

So Ted Kennedy died.  I wasn’t a fan of his, but this doesn’t add to the greatness of my fortnight.  Anyway, I don’t have a lot to say about him that hasn’t already been said, but I must draw your attention to this 1990 GQ article by the also-departed Michael Kelly.  It’s a long read, but it’s too well-written to gloss over.  What a fascinating, tragic, loathsome, pitiable life was his.  Considering his lifestyle and the innumerable hardships and family curses, I’m amazed he made it to seventy-seven.  RIP.

I know I mentioned it above, but if you have a chance to see Green Day in concert, do it.  They played for two-and-a-half hours, involved the fans throughout, and Billie Joe showed his ass at least three times.  Quite a show.

This just in: Joss Whedon regains a member of his collection of tiny women who will kick your ass.  I can’t decide if he’s planning to start an army or just film drunken lesbian porn.  Either way, we should fear the Whedon.

Football season is on the horizon, and people are actually predicting good things about the Cardinals.  Not the usual “maybe this will be the year” hype, but real-life “if they don’t win at least ten games, then something went wrong” talk.  It’s a strange feeling.  At least nobody expects the Wildcats to be great.  Bold college football prediction: USC will lose out on the BCS Championship Game after its final game against the Cats (the strangest scheduling decision in years, by the way).  I’m not saying we’ll beat them at the Coliseum, but we’ll look just good enough to sway the votes in favor of other one-loss/undefeated teams.  I think something like that might make me happier than beating ASU.

I probably should have mentioned this before it went off the air (potentially) forever, but Regis returned for eleven broadcasts of Millionaire that ended Sunday.  I enjoyed it — it was yet another plus in this, my Finest Fortnight in recent memory.  The game was vastly improved by the addition of a clock, and the celebrity question at the end wasn’t as unbearable as I had feared (all they had to do was involve Steve Nash to get me to shut up).  The capper was the very last contestant — a complete tool who became the first person ever to guess on the million-dollar question and miss.  My schadenfreude meter went off the goddamned charts.  The question (which I inexplicably kinda knew): In order to get his favorite beverages on demand in the Oval Office, LBJ had taps installed marked “water”, “tea”, “Coke”, and what?  The choices were Fresca, V8, Yoohoo, and A&W.  If you don’t know it, you can look up the answer yourself.

Aw shit, I’m already getting visits from people searching Google for Star Wars fan-fiction!  I hope I get at least one angry nerd to post a comment.  Oh please oh please oh please…

Which reminds me: as you probably know, a nice feature StatCounter has given me is the ability to see what people are searching for in Google that led them to my blog.    I have a few others that, surprisingly enough, led somebody directly to zazzumplop.com:

nuns fucking laymen
wwf trees bidet toilet paper consume
christian bands that sound like nickelback
ginger one liner jokes
capital letters are redundant
dan brown leaked

All of those were real searches, and I’m guessing all of them realized quickly that this site is nothing like what they wanted.  And yes, people still find this page searching for the masturbation scene from Mulholland Drive.  As of yesterday, I’m third on Google in most variations of such a search.  The internet never ceases to amaze me.

It’s so nice when the world changes its tune and agrees with me.  In my most recent case, society has finally turned on Brett Favre.  It took a lot of doing on Favre’s part, but the seemingly endless Favre-love might have died down for good.  Now if only John Cena would sign with the Vikings…

This seems like a decent place to stop.  A relatively short blogpodge this was, but it’ll do.  More nonsense to come more frequently; I promise.

-Darrell

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