Well, THAT was bullshit

Well, it’s official; I can’t have nice things, even when the nice things aren’t very nice.

Pictured above: the only punch Mike Tyson actually threw in that entire Goddamned fight. I’m a writer, y’all, even if I’ve more or less given up on books, and I could have written ten thousand different versions of that fight and not one of them would involve both corners begging their fighters to get more aggressive with the other person, and not one of them would have involved a fight where Mike Tyson barely threw a fucking punch the entire time. I swear he went entire rounds without throwing any punches.

I’m not a conspiracy theorist and I’m not going to genuinely suggest that that fight was fixed, but I will say that it sure looked like neither guy was super interested in actually winning it. I thought Paul looked genuinely scared in the first round, when Tyson actually did come out aggressively and hit him a couple of times, but after the second … nothing. Tyson turtled up and chewed on his gloves, and what the hell was the deal with that, and Paul danced around and occasionally threw a few punches. As shaky as Tyson’s legs looked, I can’t believe there wasn’t at least one knockdown at some point. Neither of them looked like they were fighting to win, and the crowd was noticeably pissed at the end of the fight.

I’m back to my “never ever care about sports for any reason” viewpoint, in case anyone was wondering. It’s just never worth it. Thank God I only spent time and not money on this.

(Not true. I could have made that money back. I’ll never get the time back. I will always have to remember staying up way too late for this terrible, boring, anticlimactic fight.)

View from my hotel window

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How bad you really want my whoa-oa-oa

i-cannot-brain-today-i-has-the-dumb-catI’ve been low on blogs lately.  Most of my posts for the last couple of weeks or so have either been pictures or very short, and the ones that haven’t been either of those have generally been about teaching.  I suspect I’ve started to bore people a bit, and my traffic shows it.  I mentioned this to my wife last night, and she blamed the fact that I haven’t been really pissed off about much of anything lately.

Apparently I’m funnier when I’m pissed off.  My students would disagree, I think, but it’s okay if you think that way.  It’ll be hilarious when my aorta finally blows from the stress, I promise.

Sadly, recognizing this problem doesn’t actually solve it, and while nine or ten years ago my reaction might have been to gleefully troll around the internet until I found something outrageous I’d like to think that I’m older and wiser now.  So let’s chalk this up to a natural variation in my brain output; we just finished the first round of ISTEP testing today so I hope y’all will excuse my near-obsession with talking about my job lately; it ought to level off a bit for a while pretty soon.  And I’ve got a hard deadline coming soon on getting the bathroom tub surround done, so expect more Terrible Decisions posts, and then I’m taking thirty thirteen and fourteen year olds eight hundred miles away from home after that and while there won’t be a lot of posting during those days what I do put up ought to at least be entertaining.

Let’s talk about this: I’m contractually obligated to produce a novel this summer, right?  I’m curious, folks: what should it be about?  Not, like, plot or anything, but genre, tone, that sort of stuff.  I’m gonna leave the question pretty generic, as I’m interested in what sorts of things people think I should write about without my input.  I’ll provide more detail on what I’m thinking later; right now I want to see what y’all come up with.

I promise to try and be more interesting soon.

In which it must be Saturday

sleepI have spent the day– part of it, anyway– researching local private schools, which has me deeply depressed for a variety of reasons.  I’m still sick and the book I started yesterday never really got any better and it’s cold and rainy and Man, fuck November already.  Normally fall is my favorite season; I’m not in the mood for some reason.

Also, I’ve still got to go to OtherJob tonight even though between the weather and the football game I’m not going to see anyone, and likely won’t even have an entertaining phone conversation with a jackass like I did yesterday.

Blah.

Somebody, quick, get me excited about something.

This is as interesting as I can be right now

My day began with pork.  As it should.

My big goal for today is that when I go to bed I’m going to be able to feel like I got a lot done today.  Right now, as of 1:30, I’ve accomplished some stuff for school (not a lot, mind you) and managed to shower and get dressed.  Which isn’t much, but is more than nothing.  My to-do list for the rest of the day is mostly cleaning and organization, with some additional school stuff thrown in for good measure, because it’s not actually possible to go 24 hours without doing anything for school during the school year.

I really really really want a burger for dinner.  Or… meatloaf.  Something decadent and greasy, we’ll see.

Random griping:  The Walking Dead starts Season Four tonight, and on account of having kicked cable to the curb I’m not going to be able to watch it tonight.  I have an Apple TV, mind you, and I’ve already ordered the season on iTunes, so I’ll be able to watch it– but either through official policy or simple laziness on somebody’s part an episode on iTunes generally doesn’t become available until several hours after it actually airs, meaning that if I wanted to watch the premiere tonight I’d have to stay up until around 1 or 2 in the morning to do it.  This isn’t going to get me to add cable back– we’ve paid for entire seasons of The Walking Dead, American Horror Story and Sons of Anarchy for only slightly more than a single month of cable would have cost, and those three shows represent about 90% of what we were actually watching on cable channels– but it would be nice, since I’m paying directly for the show, if I could watch it when everybody else does rather than having to put myself on Twitter/Facebook lockdown until tomorrow evening when I can actually get to the damn show.   I’ll just have to get my zombie fix elsewhere– maybe from this huge stack of comic books next to me— until then.

Anyway.  I think I said something about getting things done and I’ve been staring at this screen for ten minutes, so… yeah.  Off to cleaning!  Woohoo!