Okay. I'm ready.

Well, in relation to my last post (a month ago), let me tell you that things turned out as well as they possibly could have. I know it's old news, but God! I am sooo glad that the Patriots lost to:

1) New York: The worst possible scenario for any Boston fan. Those pitiful Bostonians could practically hear the victory parade storming and screaming down the streets of New York. And they will be hearing about this for eternity. Just one more notch in the belt of those "poor, cursed losers". Well guess what....You fucking cheated! AND you got caught! And now we're finding out that you've been cheating since 2000!!!!! Your first fucking Superbowl! You're nothing, Pats! You're forgotten in the long line of cheaters and thieves that have risen in the past decade. And you're not even at the top of THAT list! So. Boston. Why don't you all just get divorces and try to integrate yourselves into some other regular, modest form of civilization. Try to lay off the pride and beefed up accent you all seem to turn up whenever you're out of town. Cause it was all for nothing.

2) Another Manning: I read an article online written by a clunky Boston sympathizer that was completely bland other than one comment he made something like : "...The bad news is that we have to go against the one of the best pass rushing lines in the league. The good news is that we are playing against a Manning." WHICH, by the way is comnplete bullshit, considering the fact that Peyton pulled off the best comeback in playoff history against them last year, then went on to win the Superbowl. That's two straight, heartbreaking losses to Mannings. Not only that, We'll be seeing you next year too, guys and we ain't getting weaker with our young defense and balanced offense. Dungy's back, so we'll see.

I saw a man today with a Patriot's hat, Jacket and jersey walking next to the bus I was on. I had my Colts hat on, I knocked on the window, he looked up, and I fingered the numbers "18-1". He flipped me off. Hehe, just like those unimaginative followers (Bostonians), to come up with "the bird". Life's a long song, right Jethro?

Anthony

The End of an Era...

Well, it happened again. The Colts defense, once again folded up and let the opposing team run all over their foreheads. I don't know what to think anymore. It's like the Colts have been SO good for so long, (the best for three of those years), and one superbowl just isn't enough. We had a window to create a dynasty, and we didn't capitalize. However, we have seen the trend for the franchise tendencies. SOFT. Yes our defense played well the whole year, Peyton was solid, we had a balanced attack on offense, but it never showed rebounding abilities. We've never put the knife in a twisted it to end a game that meant something. We're too professional and we lack the killer instincts it takes to dominate the league.

If we lose Dungy, it's over. For me, and everyone else.

Anthony :(

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year from all/both of us on the Brett and Anthony are ...... Workin' for the Weekend Team.

In the spirit of the Newest Year around, let's just go ahead and take 2008 to think back on 2007 as the best year yet. Life will resume in 2009, but in the meantime, I want you to just put your thinking caps on and imagine all of the joy and triumph we shared last year.

Sure our foreign policy continued to fold under the weight of supreme ignorance, and yes the housing market is feeling the pinch more than any time in recent memory, and of course I know that if you listen really hard you can actually hear the icecaps melting, and right I get it that Anthony's house burned to a pile of indiscernible ashes, but think about all of the good stuff that happened, too.

Are you thinking about it? Keep thinking about. That's it.

Awesome guys! Way to go. Now hold that for about 12 months.

See you in 2009.

-Brett

domestication

I was sitting here thinking of things to write and I wanted to make it positive, it being the new year and all. I asked myself "hey Anthony, what are you really excited about right now?" The answer:

1. My shower mit.

2. Crystal Light lemon Iced Tea.


Now. The shower mit.



It is exactly what it sounds like, and maybe i am late on this phenom, but i can't think of anything more practical than having a soapy mit on my hand when I am in the shower trying to get as clean as I can. George got it for me as a second option to a loofah and i feel a little guilty that it was a second option. It shoulda been first. Loofah? Yeah, right, more like Goofah.

2. Secondively* (Daflos's term), Crystal Light. Just had a little taste of that again, and boy did it shoot nostalgic jolts throughout my mind. Thoughts came back to me from tombs deep in the basement of my cerebelum inches awazy from being forgotten forever. Conversations/arguements started back up where I rejuvinated my point of veiw and even admitted I could have been more understanding. Then, when I was done pounding two full pints, I felt better, not bloated.

-Anthony

Happy New Year Everyone!

Mom And ME Watchin' Moovies

SO I go to Best Buy with my mom, as we were both looking for new phones. Niether of us found what we were wanting, so we started dabbling in the moovies section (we all know what happens here). She is looking for some kind of series to watch and ROME happens to be right in front of us.

I happen to think that ROME is the greatest thing in Moovie Series history, so I talk her into buying the first season. She's got it in her hands examining the front, which has a great ROMAN army, and Caesar, and the Great Golden Eagle splattered with the blood of weaker civilizations on it. We're walking up to the register and she stops me to ask something... "Now this is about Rome right?" Maybe this isn't that funny to you all, but my knees buckled. She was only trying to make sure that it wasn't some metaphor for some thematic/artsy parallel. Fair enough. It was still hilarious.

(Two hours pass. We are watching the first episode.)

Caesar and his army are DOMINATING Gaul. He strips the enemy chief down naked, makes him kiss the Golden Eagle and ransacks their territory. Caeser collects the riches, comes back to ROME, throws the spoils into the hordes of Roman citizens making them drool with appreciation for their wonderfully aggressive/generous leader. It all happens so quick, and so I explain it to my mom and she replies, "Wow. That's a lot like Oprah."

Does anyone know how to say genius mother in Italian?

I smell a scene.

-Anthony

The Ultimate Holiday Irony:

that the Salvation Army bell ringer and the homeless guy standing six feet away from him at the Walgreens across the street are competing for the same customers. I even heard the bell ringer getting competitive with the homeless guy by trying to out-pander him. Speaking louder, stealing his lines ("remember on the way out?").

People are much more generous to the sealed red bucket than the eyesore of a almsman. That racket is a gold mine. If I were the homeless guy, I would just accost one of the ringers and steal his bell and bucket.




Actually....






that's not a bad idea.....


-Brett

The Fire, My Life, ANd What Happened

Sunday 12/9/07: 4-4:30
Me: sitting in chair scoffing at the Patriots
Mark: sitting on couch scoffing at the Patriots

I looked at Mark, ready to ask if he smelled something, he was already going to ask me the same thing. We get up looking for the source, first checking the oven, (more smoke), behind the fridge (more smoke), in the bathroom (smoke poured out), behind the radiator (Kitchen was completely full of smoke).

The following is a serious note. Always have batteries in your smoke detectors! Our whole place fill up with smoke and the fire had become big enough to evacuate and call 911 in a matter of 2-3 minutes. (If you are asleep, you're screwed w/out detectors)

So anyway, I went down to the basement because that was the obvious source of the smoke , opened the door and immediately could not breathe. I could see flames, but not directly. I call 911, and went back in to tell Mark how serious it was, he had already grabbed my computer, George's computer, I grabbed my guitar and we went out to wait for the Fire Dept. They arrived in less than seven minutes.

The first of the firemen came up to us and asked, "You guys live here?"

"Yes", Mark and I answered in a simultaneous desperation.

"Where exactly is the fire?"

"In the basement"

By this time there were four trucks and hordes of manly dudes weaving around us in a controlled chaos. I felt so safe. I really did. Then I kinda followed the first of the guys that were going into the house telling them, "okay the fire is only in the basement"

"gotcha" He replied as he flew up the front steps and Axed in the front door (not the basement).

"The basement!" I yelled again, as the sound of shattering glass and broken walls poured out the window with the smoke.

It was at this point that i knew this was for real. Then they sleighed in a little boat of power tools and inside of a minute, they were sawing out the back wall of our basement/kitchen.

So, those types of things happened all the way up through the highest of our roof.

Then a cop came up to us and told us that our whole house was done and that all our stuff was going to be ruined. Note #2: Renter's insurance! Do it now!

Then an annoying group of vultching parasites started loitering around the scene trying relentlessly to acquire an "okay" from us to let them board up the house. They are right next to telemarketers in the chain of soulless professions. They wouldn't leave us alone and were trying to schmooze and persuade during this chaotic frenzy.

In the end, the cop was wrong, we didn't lose everything, our stuff was just severely smoke damaged and the fire stayed in the basement, but due to ventilation requirements by the CFD, they had to tear up the house pretty good, and it is no longer livable. George, Mark, and I have, as of 12:30 today, found a great apartment up at Lawrence/Hoyne and we are pumped to stop living on couches at friends' houses (THANK YOU SO MUCH SEAN!) and get into another place.

So that's what really happened. In the end, I learned that I have so many responsibilities that I need to confront. I also found out that I have the MOST SUPPORTIVE, GENEROUS friends in the WORLD! So many people offered up shelter for me and it made me feel so loved.

I LOVE YOU FRIENDS! FOREVER!

-anthony (sorry for the long post if you're not interested)