It's Mardi Gras Bitches!

Oh man do I have a lot to complain about this week. Like, I finished my recap for TVGasm on Monday night. I had all Sunday to do it, I was just much too lazy.

Anyways, I finished the recap, and I sent an email saying that I was done and it was ready to be published. Well, the email didn't send correctly. I was expecting to see the recap posted Monday night, but it wasn't posted until Wednesday.

Well, I enjoy looking at the comments to see what people have to say. The first recap that I did didn't get such a warm reception, as I was slightly unclear on the rules of the show, and also one dude just thought I was not funny.

Regardless, I think I do a pretty decent job on the recaps. So I saw that my recap was finally posted on Wednesday night, so I was just giving it a glance through to make sure there weren't too many typos or anything, and to look for one of the jokes I put in. I saw that I had a comment, so I checked it, and sure enough, it was the hater hating on me again. He's such a hater.

I mentioned looking up the word loquacious, mainly making fun of myself for not knowing it, and the dude just thought I was stupid. Now, I'd like to make a bunch of snarky remarks back and be really immature about it. Becasuse I am. I'm immature. But, I feel like that would be too easy. And it would be like when Jerry went to heckle that lady who heckled him while she was at work.

So, I don't respond at all. I'd like to even respond in the next recap, because at least I know one person reads it. But, whatever.

Anyways, with all of that off my chest, let's get to what's on notice this week: New this week:

Jim Hendry. He's back on the list. This may be unnecessary, but I really need him to extend Carlos Zambrano's contract. I need him to do me a solid. Now, the reason this may be unnecessary is because Zambrano was backtracking on what he said, saying he'd still negotiate with the Cubs if he didn't get a contract done by Opening Day, and he also said they were close to a 5-year extension. Still, get the deal done Jim.

Work. Not new this week. Seriously though, you're cramping my style. It's Friday, I want to leave, and I could have left after lunch, but nooo, I have to finish an experiment and then stop another one. Bullshit. Cramping my style work. You're on notice.

Firewalls. I guess the firewall has recently become relaxed more because I can now to go With Leather. TVGasm is still blocked though, stupid work bastards. And the other day a link I got from Craigslist was blocked. Make up your mind idiots.

Kelvin Sampson. You and those unoriginal inbreds at IU screwed the Illini out of a win Saturday. Well, you really just coached poorly (surprise!) and your crowd was full of jackassed yokels. So, for you it was just another game. At least it was evidence of your sucking though. That's always fun to see. You're on notice turd.

Cold. Now, you may be thinking I'm complaining about the cold outside. In a way, I am, because holy shit it's fucking cold out. I hate it. But, I came into work on Wednesday and it was 51 degrees in here. Outstanding. Nothing like being afraid of getting sick and then being stuck in 51 degrees all fucking day. Also, I worked until 7 on Wednesday. Fucking awesome. Then I come in on Thursay and it's 50 degrees inside. Fanfuckingtastic. Then, around 11 yesterday, this maintenance dude says he got it fixed and it should be warming up in here. It did a little, then it STOPPED. I come back in this morning and it's 54 degrees. So I've got 2 space heaters today, probably trying to prevent me from suing. Well, I'm not satisfied. You're on notice cold. Seriously, get the fuck out of here.

Snow. Cold and snow each get their own complaint this week. First, snow came on Tuesday and was a pain in my ass. Only about half of the people made it into work, and pretty much everybody left early. On Wednesday it was much better, but not everyone made it in to work again. Now this weekend we're flying to New Orleans. Mother fucking snow is threatening our flight time, and we have a connecting flight that we can't miss. Snow is even threatening my drive up to Chicago, and it's making my parking situation much more difficult. Fucking snow. You're on notice!

Anti-Chief People. I've pretty much said all that I need to say about this today. Fuck you anti-Chief people. You're as hate-filled as you think the Chief is. Pricks. You're on notice.

What fell off this week:

"Super" "Bowls." It's in the past, so I don't care anything about you bastards. Until I fall for the same trick next year.

Megabus. Until you start coming to Peoria (or I move to Chicago, or God forbid, one of the other shitstains of their destinations) I will dislike you. However, because you're doing nothing to cause my hatred of you this week, I will allow you off this list.

So have a good weekend everybody. I'll be back on Tuesday to divulge information about all of the drunken happenings this weekend at Mardi Gras. I hope there aren't too many uggos there.