23 April 2002

I can see this is going to be a VERY strange week: First P.Diddy (see below), now S.Jobs. I feel all funny inside.

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23 April 2002

23 April 2002

Not that I have so much love for P.Diddy, but this grousing by a professional clown has to be the most arrogant rant since….um, when did P.Diddy last pipe up? Anyway, this bozo — literally a bozo — argues that children aren’t really afraid of clowns, that children LOVE clowns, and anyone who claims otherwise is not only clown-bashing but probably just some grown-up that’s… afraid of clowns. No word on how the grownups got that way or at what age, but I think I might be able to guess for you. (For the record — oh, come on, like you even have to ask. Of course I don’t like clowns. Did you confuse me with some other blogger?)

23 April 2002

21 April 2002

Draft-Day Woes: Call me crazy, but don’t Heisman-winning quarterbacks usually get drafted in a reasonably early round — one before, say, late June?! It’s the third and Crouch hasn’t gone yet; at this point I’m starting to think I’ll get the call before he does. This is insane. (Not a football fan? Please disregard previous. Not a Husker? Please disregard paranoid aspect of previous, other than to note we’re all quite aware that the rest of the country is conspiring against us. Again.)

21 April 2002