The Return

Today (hopefully) marks the return of Jobi and Bloggi. We took the spring and summer off in lieu of well.... having lives. I went on a theater production spree and vacation while Jobi wrote a novel and went on a 3 month long Hunter S. Thompson-esque whiskey binge. And yes, the novel and binge occurred simultaneously. Duh.

Well, now Baseball season is nearing it's end, although there is still a good month and a half left. Jobi's sitting pretty up on his Yankee throne, as it will take an act of God and 10 consecutive major injuries to keep them from a playoff birth. I, however, am in a much more cardiac-threatening state while I watch the Giants stare blankly at the NL wild card slot and watch idly while the Rockies dangle it in front of their clumsy faces.

Lincecum and Cain have both mostly pitched quality games the past three weeks, but they are both saddled with no-decision after no-decision, even after holding opponents to 2-3 runs. Why? CUZ NOBODY F-ING HITS THE BALL! I broke down and bought a month of MLB TV because I got sick and tired of refreshing the stats on Gameday basic and not having concrete reason to throw things out the window. At least now I can be consciously justified when someone from the building next door brings over our cat, claiming they found it on their balcony.

Stupid Cat.

In other news, the people of this city never cease to amaze me with their stupidity and inability to recognize or even acknowledge the world around them and its potential to house other individuals with different perspectives on the world. Saying these things isn't going to get me anywhere, but sometimes it really is cathartic to call these people exactly what they are: stupid. There are many other, more colorful and expressive names with which to label these people, but I don't want to give them any higher status with elevated diction. In fact, the word stupid is higher than they are worth in that it takes two syllables to pronounce.


And I leave you with this: an IM conversation from earlier today....


Jobi:
I wanted to make meatloaf last night
not sure why I didn't

Bloggi:
you know, i've never understood the appeal of meatloaf

Jobi:
neither did I
and then my parents made some last time I was home
now I want to live in a meatloaf

Bloggi:
my mom made it occasionally, and it was ok, but I have never in my life been like "mm, i've got a craving for meat loaf"
maybe iv'e never had good meatloaf

Jobi:
right, exactly
I always had subpar meatloaf
the meatloaf my parents made
I could have eaten the whole damn thing

Bloggi:
maybe they put crack in it
cuz it's hard to fathom how meatloaf can be made to be anything but an economical food

Jobi:
it's the right blend of herbs
and the right type of meat

Bloggi:
cannabis and baby

Jobi:
hahaha