:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.12.2002 ::

I am finally getting that Bluegrass fix that I knew I needed, and I'm rocking right along with it.

We played our first soccer game last night and got smoked, 0-5. We just weren't as good a team as they were. We have really good players on our team, but everyone kind of plays by their own style (indoor, trap, press, 3-3-2, 3-2-3, 2-3-3). So they kept beating us on fast breaks. And the refs don't call offsides, so they just set one guy back and kick to him when our defenders are all pulled up. Oh well, the bars afterwords made it worth all the pain of losing an intramural game.

On the topic of making The List smaller, I finally saw Dr. Strangelove. It was really funny. I get the upper layers of the satire, but not necessarily the whole Dr. Strangelove character, or the multiple allusions to "love" when discussing the hydrogen bomb and the Doomsday Device. The best I figure is that the whole Second World War was fought to "free the world of fascism," but weapons of mass destruction are even more evil than any fascist ruler, and by selecting just a few who will survive the blast we are allowing for the sort of genocide that the Nazis advocated. I could be wrong...

"Ja wohl, Mein President"...
:: Freddy F. at 10:59 AM [+] ::