In case you wonder, all these links I find? I save them up for blog posts. Part of my job is to search the web for news and I come across all kinds of fun stuff over the days between posts. Everything is interesting…Like this little guy who popped on Facebook. Awesome, right?
So, we have a double-header coming up this weekend against LSU and Tulane and it has been revealed that LSU is arranging for all of us to have some Popeye’s fried chicken for lunch. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve heard of a nicer gesture in quite a while. Faith in humanity = restored. Maybe I’ll see if any of them want in on the Braves/Nats outing I’m trying to pull together for the first weekend in June. We have softball games that Saturday and no one can decide if Friday or Sunday is a better day but we’ll get something going I hope. If not, I’m taking LSU. Because I’m hoping one of them will take me to New Orleans sometime. True story.
Anyway, something’s been bugging me. I live with this constant Catholic guilt where I have this weird zero-sum game mentality — but only in one direction. Let me explain…let’s say you’ve been treated kind of nasty by someone and, karma getting its way as it has a tendency to do, the switch flips and you discover that maybe that person isn’t having such a good go of things. We all know this scenario. It’s happened to me a jillion times in life. And always, I’ve felt like maybe I shouldn’t enjoy when that person essentially just finally has to deal with the decisions they’ve made. I’ve been largely comfortable that I should check my schadenfreude celebration at the door — it seemed like a good way to be. But lately…I don’t know. Maybe it’s just being in DC but I’ve come to this decision that if you had zero consideration for my feelings and even enjoyed the thought that I may be inconvenienced or hurt by your behavior then I’m obliged — and maybe required — to feel the same for you. I’m still working it out. Some of this kind of came out of a conversation I was having with the coach about how there’s this incredible chasm between people who can accept when they’ve done something stupid and wrong and have the ability and need to apologize, and those who cannot accept and will never apologize…Anyway, I know it’s disjointed. It’s Monday, man. Cut me a break.
Okay then, good and funny things.
This is so awesome. Hipsters are dumb.
Fascinating. It is absolutely true that some of the larger, more complex, ethical questions actually do not occur organically in nature. No, these are mysterious “rational thought” exercises that are arguably only the purview of man.
Justin Theroux is like, so much hotter than Brad Pitt. Go on witcha bad self gurl.
Want. My sister makes my grandma’s rum balls every Christmas. I’m wondering about bourbon…
Seriously, where the hell have I been? If it comes to DC any time soon, expect a begging invitation.
This is a good.