Another Bob Dylan checking in. Somewhere around 1999-2001ish?
Arrested Development opened for him (this was well past their "prime" of Mr. Wendle and whatever that other song or two was) and I didn't expect much out of them.
They put on a show with an energy and intensity that I've never seen before or since - just a nonstop, ten-tenths jam, including that 900 year old dude just dancing and grooving the whole time.
Dylan sucked and put me to sleep after a few songs.
We should start a separate thread to compare our collective pen-related neuroses.
If you need a cover for your notebooks, I can't help, but the Docket Gold brand of notepads are worth paying a little extra.
I recognize the hypocrisy, but I think it's bullshit that he played long enough to get the record and then shut it down.
You want the record? Play the whole fucking game with the teammates who helped you break it in the first place.
Want to avoid risk of injury? Don't play at all, and announce it ahead of time like everyone else does.
I'm disappointed that there hasn't been a camera trained on Cam Ward the entire final drive and in the immediate aftermath of the loss.
I hope his draft position is affected.
I prefer the window to the aisle, but I will absolutely trade my window for your aisle to help accommodate.
Anyone who asks a stranger to trade their aisle or window for a middle can get fucked.
He just heard Mrs. Doom say "shitshow" in the other room and turned to look at me for my reaction.
I told him she was allowed to say that today (while I don't know the context, it has been one shitshow after another hosting her family all day/week) and he said, "I know, I just thought she was more family friendly."
I look forward to when Doomlet comes of age and can be trusted with the one-cut-per-gift wrapping technique.
Never cut sideways - only parallel to the roll itself, and always coast to coast...
And so many of them (as well as many others that don't portray their customers as morons, but which are also fundamentally unprofessional and idiotic) are advertisements for insurance companies of all things - the very last sort of institution that should ever want to be intuitively associated with such rampart buffonery.