Well, no big fat fabulous job has fallen in my lap in the last 48 hours, so that’s no fun.
In other episodes of not-fundom:
Well, the Screaming Eagles looked good even if the team…well, not so much. They over-hyped the heck out of this game, which never bodes well. The scoreboard…well, let’s just say I didn’t take a picture of that. I also came to an unhappy decision about my future with DC United games. With the whole crap financial situation, there’s no way I can keep going to all the home games. I think I’m going to try to make it to the home games that aren’t televised and pass on the rest. At almost $40 a pop, I just can’t justify it.
In happier sporting news, I went to go watch friends play league hockey last night. The good guys won on both counts, but it was a good night to sit in the cold and watch friends chase a puck.
Most people acknowledged yesterday as Earth Day – go planet go – but for me, it stood out as what would’ve been Papa Knascar’s 73rd birthday. I tried thinking happy thoughts as often as I could, but there were the odd (and not entirely unexpected) sad moments. I guess that’s to be expected. Anyway, happy birthday, Pop.