In the Aeroplane over the Sea
I have baked a pan of homemade holiday butter cookies and I am eating them... the whole pan. Robert Atkins is spinning in his meaty grave.
On Sunday night, through the iTunes internet radio stream, I for no reason that I can fathom, listened to World Soccer Weekly. I'm really not much of a soccer fan. I love the World Cup, but that's only once every four years. I'm aware of MLS, but I don't follow it or any other league. So I have no reason to listen to such a broadcast besides boredom and technophilia. However, I thoroughly enjoyed it, even though I didn't understand half of what they were talking about. Actually, it was kind of like listening to The Fourth Period Radio Show.
Anyway, today at work I found myself engaged in a lengthy discussion about soccer with a fan of the sport. I don't know what is happening to me, but I'm frightened.
Speaking of frightened, you should be if you find yourself on an airline flight that has, for security reasons, attracted a fighter jet "escort." If you look out the window and see an F-16 off the wing, know that it is not there for your plane's protection.
So who do you think will win the English Premiership? Manchester United? Chelsea?
I don't know what any of that means! And I have no idea what a "meaty grave" is.
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