the ringer

Our Tanith Belbin "touched down during her twizzle" (those aren't my words, but that may be the least masculine thing I've ever typed, but I'm sure I could find worse if I searched this site hard enough, which I won't because my self image is already piss poor as it is. Just as an aside, it feels weird typing about ice dancing while listening to Wu-Tang Clan. Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck wit') and her and that super stoked dude she skates with took home the silver for the USofAfuckyeah--not Canada. That's really gotta suck. Not that I'm an expert or anything, but they really did rock their thing that they did, and I'm pretty sure I shouted, "nail it, baby!" in support. I'm not proud of it though. It was the USoffuckingA's first medal in ice dancing in 30 years and that was a bronze. That's like historical and shit. In two days, Sasha Cohen will have done her final sit-spin of the 2006 Winter Olympics and I can pretend this brief daliance with figure skating never happened. Good thing it's not like etched into the Internet or anything.

I didn't go to work today. I didn't call in or anything (though I did call in once to get a phone number) I just didn't go because I didn't want to. I'll use Presidents Day as an excuse. I walked through the creekside jungle and cleaned my room and made the saddest dinner evAr, but it was actually kinda good because I dashed that shit with curry, cumin and black pepper. Sauteed zucchini on a light and fluffy bed of Top Ramen noodles. C'est manifique! Honestly, I might make it again on Wednesday because I got a shitload of Ramen and two more zucchinis that probably feel as if they were dug out of the soil for naught. I realize how pathetic my life is, but if it wasn't, I probably wouldn't be blogging.

Tomorrow night I will reclaim some of my manhood in San Francisco of all places as myself, a van-load of coworkers and a roomful of stinky heshers will watch THE SWORD take the stage and unleash upon us some serious Magic the Gathering metal. Before or afterwards, I will scarf down an epic burrito from El Farrolito, or as I like to call it My Favorite Place in the Universe. If anyone has a goblet or a roasted beast shank they'd like to lend me, please drop me a line.