That’s some fuckin’ funny shit.High praise indeed.
I "played" some "music" on Saturday, along with some friends, down at the pub, and it seemed to go fairly well (speaking for my performance only … the others rocked without question). That same day, the EMDAMOTLA* jumped out of an airplane for the first time, which prompted The Live Acorn to utter this mournful lamentation:
Great … my mom’s going skydiving and my dad’s a rock star. God, my life is so boring.Ah, the trials and tribulations of being 14.
Spring Training is well underway, and while Cleveland is the only remaining undefeated team (and we all know that Spring Training record is faultlessly predictive of regular season performance), I still can’t seem to work up a bunch of hope for the year ... seeing one’s favorite player go play for the other team tends to take the wind out of one’s sails.**
* Ex Mrs. Dead Acorn, Mother Of The Live Acorn (who, inexplicably, is not totally enamored of her acronym).
** HAHAHAHAHahaha I kill me.