Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
What better way to wind down from all your Possum Day festivities yesterday than with a relaxing and carefree Axis of Weevil Thursday Three!
As usual, America’s Favorite Pastime is here to entertain and edify you with all sorts of light diversions. Although not nearly so entertaining as the Grit, it is nonetheless something that has, by mindless repetition, grown to the point where you see it now!
Remember that anyone is free to play along--just leave your answers in the comments, or leave a link to you blog, making SURE that the URL is coded properly or else I have to go in there and fix it and it’s very small and confined and I am given to fits of dyspepsia and claustrophobia.
SPEAKING OF WHICH--
1) Do you have any phobias, and if so, what are they?
2) If you do have one (or several) has it (or have they) ever been so intrusive in your life that it (or they) caused you embarrassment?
3) Eagles or Patriots?
SO, go off and answer (or stay here and answer) and let’s see what you have to say.
As for my answers:
1) Well, if you define phobia as “an exaggerated usually inexplicable and illogical fear of a particular object, class of objects, or situation,” then, no. I don’t particularly like heights, but that’s explicable and rational, in that if you fall and hit the ground, it could hurt bad.
2) Well, not really having one means that all the other self-caused embarrassing intrusions into my life are the result of just simple inevitability.
3) ::sigh:: I stopped caring about the Super Bowl about XX years ago, when the commercials became as important as the game. Sometimes it’s a good game, but with all the fancy branding and fancy players prancing in the endzone and fancy stadiums with their lack of manly, disgusting mud and snow, it’s not really much to see.
I kinda would like to see the Pats win so they could have something else to brag about. People from Massachusetts are so quiet and laid back about such things, you know. Then again, so are people from Philly, and they have never won a Super Bowl before.
Aw, give it to the Patriots by 10.
SO, there you go. And yes, the questions next week will be MUCH better.
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