OSMRAI

I've been playing a lot of Word Challenge on facebook, trying to get my anagram skills up to par, because they are not. I doubt I'd even be able to come up with Jeremy's Iron in a competition.

Anyway. If you get one of the six-letter words, you're sent to a bonus round in which you have to find one of your friend's names. I'm about 50/50 in this, but I think I should just stop after what happened tonight. I stared and stared at the following letters, switching them around and around for 15 seconds until it finally came to me, just in the nick of time. I think you'll quickly see where I'm going with this:

O S M R A I

Yes, friends, I couldn't unscramble MY OWN NAME.

Good to know

I don't know if you saw this article in the Post today about the horrific murders in Mexico by members of a drug cartel, but I'd like to bring the following paragraph to your attention:

The sour-faced mug shot of Santiago Meza López, 45, made the front pages Saturday and again on Monday, as federal agents presented new details about "El Pozolero." A pozole is a traditional Mexican stew made of hominy, pork and chilies. It is important to keep stirring the soup while it is on the stove. (emphasis mine)

I read and re-read the article trying to figure out if there was any reason why this cooking tip was included. I couldn't find one.

But, remember, folks, when you're dissolving corpses in a stew, you have to keep stirring! Don't let those bodies settle!

SNOW!

I'm heading off to work with the hope that our nation's capital will continue it's fine tradition of bravery in the face of inclement winter weather and let everyone out early today.

Fingers crossed, people!

GRAVE DIGGER!

Monster Jam was, as expected, completely awesome. Except for Screamin' Deamon, which tried its best to suck the life out of the event. Grave Digger came away with the win, although the highlight of the night was the Quad Wars final, in which a member of Team NY knocked one of Team DC off his vehicle. There was a fight! That was worth the price of admission alone.

Also, I'm listening to Music on Demand (Party Favorites!), and they're currently playing "Pour Some Sugar on Me." One of the facts they're running across the screen is, "Def Leppard appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live in 2005."

Now, I will admit that I did not know that, but, really, is it important that I do? I guess to those behind Music on Demand it is, but I have my doubts that's it's one of the 20 or so most important things to know about Def Leppard.

From CNN

RE: the Pope's new website

"...said it is for everybody; from the devout Catholic to the casual web surfer."

I was expecting something a bit different at the end of that sentence. Unless no devout Catholics are casual web surfers, in which case I suppose it makes perfect sense.

Question!

What does one wear to a monster truck rally? I'm thinking jeans, sure; my American flag hat, obviously; but what else? I'm trying to find the perfect t-shirt.

This may make me late for work.

ALSO: story.
There's a team in my kickball league called "Kickstart my Heart". Last week, I asked someone from this team why no one ever requests "Kickstart my Heart" from the DJ. His response?

"Is that a song?"

Kids today.

WHAT!?

Looks like someone else enjoyed the late hours the bars were keeping this weekend!

Off to suffer through my 3 day workweek. Life is hard.

D-E-A-D

As you may know, I am an Eagles fan. Therefore, it was with great disappointment and sadness that I watched them lose to the Cardinals this evening. I sent out many mass text messages throughout the game, and the last one simply said, "sob."

I received four responses. Guess which one was sent by someone who is now dead to me:

1) :( Sorry for your team
2) Ouch!
3) I am sorry for your loss
4) Today is a good day.

Let us speak of him no longer.

SHOOT IT, JEFFRIES!

A friend and I had court-side seats to the Wizards/Knicks game tonight (we were on the TV!), and the subject line of this post was one of the many things that Brendan Haywood did to endear himself to me. The first were the lovely matching velvet jackets that he and DeShawn Stevenson were wearing (Brendan was in brown, and DeShawn in purple, with a spectacular bow tie...as soon as I get the pictures uploaded I shall share). Mr. Haywood then yelled at someone, "HEY! I sent you a friend request!"

He is my new favorite NBA player.

70-0!

Well, we won our first game last night! Yes, yes, thank you. In the spirit of full disclosure, however, I am forced to admit that we won by default (yes, the two sweetest words in the English language) as absolutely no one from the other team showed up. Yes, out of I'm assuming 15-20 people, NO ONE came to the game. I could understand if only a handful had come, as it was rather frigid outside and the game was kinda late, but, seriously? How the hell do you have such an unorganized team?

Not that I'm complaining, of course.