Saturday, September 10, 2005

Give blood- but you may find that blood is not enough

It is a very fall-like day here in the Montana Rockies. It is chilly and rainy outside, and I will eventually venture out for a run. But for now, I am sitting inside multi-tasking, reading about investment strategies from a book, surfing on a lap-top, while my little Doodlebug sits on my laptop, drinking hot coffee and watching Your Boston College Eagles... 42 inches of high definition, surround sound bliss... ahhh. (Can you say "Adult ADD?")

Doodlebug, in her younger days:

I would take you on a trip down memory lane to my days at BC, but I am not sure the statute of limitations has expired on some of the shit we pulled.

The reason for my posting is that BC has a special teams player from Liberia named "Survival Ross." Yes, that is his real name. It replaces Coco Crisp as my favorite sports name.

That is all. BC is rolling up on army... 20-7.

For those of you who are wondering, I have not forsaken my "What Would Joe Do?" column idea... It is still simmering. I have two submissions, but I am still standing over the pot, stirring, adding spices, tasting and waiting for my responses to reach the proper level of "funny."

If you need some advice on your job, love life, philosophical outlook (Does Nietscke have an "S" in it?), or if you need some help in your criminal enterprise... ask someone else. But if you want to know "WWJD?" in your situation, by all means, drop me a line. I will keep your identity secret.


Survival Ross. That is all.