...to ourselves. We admit, the audience for this blog is limited. To no one. So we're just cheating ourselves, really.
Times are tough and stressful, and illness abounds. While we're making excuses, we have nasty hangnails, we're still pouting over the fact that Cher won a fucking Oscar, and the apartment is infested with koala bears. Oh, and gas prices, dude.
The point of this endeavor was originally to ruminate extensively on college football, oh Game of Games. How pathetic it is, then, that two weeks of the season have passed with nary a word from us. How to express two weeks of content in a few words?
Knowshon: Coolest kid from Jersey since Carl Brutananadilewski
Mooninite'd!
That'll do it.
More soon.
