Mudcat35

I would normally care, but I've opted out of the 2020 season.

Criminally stupid play calling.

That dude made himself some money today.

Sorry, guys. That's my fault. I jinxed us.

If OSU scores before the break, Herman should be fired in the locker room. Terrible clock mismanagement.

Nice coverage.

Kerstetter just snapped the ball to nobody. How does that happen?

It's about to be 14-0.

Delay of game after receiving a kickoff. Perfect.

I can top that. My wife routinely loads the washer, puts in the soap, leaves the lid open, and walks away. I usually start the load when I go in to check to see if it's ready for the dryer.

Is terribad worse than horribad, or vice versa? Because I can't tell if these guys are terribad or horribad. Maybe both.

From the BBQ capital of Texas... FIGHT!!!!

One of my friends just posted that it was "Biden who was doing all the lying". I have no idea what sort of alternate reality she's living in, but they must have some great drugs there.

Special needs teams.

Cross-posted by request from the Embarrassment thread. Damn, yesterday was hard. Yesterday I experienced the sum total of 2020 in one two-hour episode. To be fair, it actually began the night before. Let me explain. My wife had knee replacement surgery two weeks ago, so Tuesday was her first visit back to the surgeon in Austin. She got a good report, so we decided to celebrate by going to one of our favorite little diners in Austin. Keep in mind that we've been trying to eat healthier and have changed our diet. This will become important later in the story. We sit down at our table and order. Service is terrible. Things are forgotten, things are wrong, tea runs dry, but we get through it. My fried okra, I thought, was especially good. Again, this will be important later. We leave the restaurant and go home. This was her first real trip out of the house, so she's tired and her knee hurts. This means that she doesn't sleep at all that night, and of course means I don't either. Great. It's starting. I wake up yesterday morning with my asthma going crazy. I can't breathe, I'm coughing my head off, and I have a really nice headache. I get up anyway to go into my office to go to work, and I notice that something just doesn't feel.....right. Stomach is gurgling, but I don't think too much of it. I sit down at my desk and do a couple of emails. It's at this point that I have to SHIT. RIGHT. NOW. I don't mean in the 30 seconds it's going to take me to get to the bathroom, I mean RIGHT NOW. I'm concerned and flummoxed, but I decide to chance it anyway. I stood up from my chair. Bad move. Apparently, the pressure from sitting was keeping things in check. With that pressure removed, it was on. I loaded up my drawers in spectacular fashion. This resulted in the cheek-clenching death waddle into the bathroom to clean up while trying not to drip anything on the floor. I get to the bathroom, I'm cleaning up, and it hits again. I make it to the toilet before it's too late, and once there, out of my ass comes substances and odor that should NEVER come out of a live human. My eyes were burning. I could taste it. I wanted to run. From the other room, I hear my wife asking "Are you alright?" No, I am not alright. I may never be alright again. I can only think "OKRA!!!!!" I survive that episode and head back to my desk. An emergency call comes in from a colleague, telling me that the customer we've been working closely with for the past year or so has suddenly changed direction and won't be purchasing the system we've mutually developed. This is about a $21M hit. This is not good. We've been ignoring other customers and opportunities to chase this one, and we were counting on landing it, especially since we had verbal confirmation we were good to go. The first thought in my head was "we're cooked". I hate it when I'm right. Not an hour later, my boss calls telling me I'm laid off. So, to recap, in a two hour period, I've managed to: 1) wake up feeling like crap, 2) shit myself, 3) scared my wife with the things coming out of me, 4) lost a huge deal, and 5) lost my job. Fuck you, 2020.

Yeah, I'm OK. I survived two rounds of layoffs during covid, and I work in a group that's sort of cutting-edge. All the projects are slowed down, so I'm not really that surprised.

Yesterday I experienced the sum total of 2020 in one two-hour episode. To be fair, it actually began the night before. Let me explain. My wife had knee replacement surgery two weeks ago, so Tuesday was her first visit back to the surgeon in Austin. She got a good report, so we decided to celebrate by going to one of our favorite little diners in Austin. Keep in mind that we've been trying to eat healthier and have changed our diet. This will become important later in the story. We sit down at our table and order. Service is terrible. Things are forgotten, things are wrong, tea runs dry, but we get through it. My fried okra, I thought, was especially good. Again, this will be important later. We leave the restaurant and go home. This was her first real trip out of the house, so she's tired and her knee hurts. This means that she doesn't sleep at all that night, and of course means I don't either. Great. It's starting. I wake up yesterday morning with my asthma going crazy. I can't breathe, I'm coughing my head off, and I have a really nice headache. I get up anyway to go into my office to go to work, and I notice that something just doesn't feel.....right. Stomach is gurgling, but I don't think too much of it. I sit down at my desk and do a couple of emails. It's at this point that I have to SHIT. RIGHT. NOW. I don't mean in the 30 seconds it's going to take me to get to the bathroom, I mean RIGHT NOW. I'm concerned and flummoxed, but I decide to chance it anyway. I stood up from my chair. Bad move. Apparently, the pressure from sitting was keeping things in check. With that pressure removed, it was on. I loaded up my drawers in spectacular fashion. This resulted in the cheek-clenching death waddle into the bathroom to clean up while trying not to drip anything on the floor. I get to the bathroom, I'm cleaning up, and it hits again. I make it to the toilet before it's too late, and once there, out of my ass comes substances and odor that should NEVER come out of a live human. My eyes were burning. I could taste it. I wanted to run. From the other room, I hear my wife asking "Are you alright?" No, I am not alright. I may never be alright again. I can only think "OKRA!!!!!" I survive that episode and head back to my desk. An emergency call comes in from a colleague, telling me that the customer we've been working closely with for the past year or so has suddenly changed direction and won't be purchasing the system we've mutually developed. This is about a $21M hit. This is not good. We've been ignoring other customers and opportunities to chase this one, and we were counting on landing it, especially since we had verbal confirmation we were good to go. The first thought in my head was "we're cooked". I hate it when I'm right. Not an hour later, my boss calls telling me I'm laid off. So, to recap, in a two hour period, I've managed to: 1) wake up feeling like crap, 2) shit myself, 3) scared my wife with the things coming out of me, 4) lost a huge deal, and 5) lost my job. Fuck you, 2020.

He was absolutely electric on a football field. I had a chance to see him play against the Oilers late in his career. He wasn't the same, but at least I got to see him take the field.

I didn't feel like spending a bunch of money on a better computer, so I went with a Zoom 16-track. I'm able to pass files to my friend's Logic system so that we're able to collaborate. We did our last album on the Logic, and it sounds great after mastering.

FIGHT!

Was Steve's cut in dollars or pesos? Mexico is paying for the wall, right?

Oh, I've had some good ones. 1) Torn ACL while playing basketball. My buddy threw up from the sound. Took my breath away. 2) Hit by a truck on a motorcycle. Pavement is hard, as it turns out. I was really surprised at how loud it is when your head hits the concrete, even in a full-face helmet. Nothing broken, but a nice concussion, and I hurt in places I didn't even know I had places for about 3 weeks. 3) Motocross wreck at a track in Houston. Compound arm fracture, two compressed vertebrae. A little hard to walk after that one. 4) Multiple tears in my throwing shoulder labrum while playing baseball. That one hurts to this day.

This right here. I swear, if I ever buy new furniture, I will not buy ANYTHING with a flat, level surface on it.

Getting back out and playing shows with my band.

Have McElroy and Kinder woken up yet?