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Watching the World Cup final right now. I kept saying I was going to say something about it, and now I find myself at the end of the series, so honestly? Just go read the past month and a half worth of entries or so on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flidgetjerome's journal, and you'll be much better off. Or do the same thing with Warren Ellis' twitter. (You can read some collected examples right here.) Rather than make any kind of well thought out entry, I'm just going to slap up a whole bunch of AIM and email conversations pertaining to said World Cup behind the cut, in the same manner of Winter Olympic discussion.
I was also supposed to post a drabble for the Squeenix version of the World Cup, but that'll have to wait. I suck.
( Body critiques, match escorts, making fun of Wayne Rooney, battle of the Koreas, accidentally ruining Yoann Gourcuff's life, ball jokes, the most hilarious fouls, vuvuzelas, Zidane headbuttery, beer conspiracy, Bode Miller's next career, murderball, etc., etc. )
I bet very few people actually read that. So, I am going to combine my sports and post a whole bunch of Michael Phelps pictures from the recent Paris Open.
( Back to my true sport love... )
Tomorrow, I am off to Las Vegas at the ungodly hour of 3:40 in the morning. I hope to return one week from hence, with all my limbs unbroken by pit bosses or loan sharks, and no internal organs accidentally traded away. I would be panicking more about another bout of public speaking, and the fact I haven't written the talk yet, but my brain is still stuck on "3:40 in the goddamn morning" and I expect it won't sink in until Tuesday.
flidgetjerome's journal, and you'll be much better off. Or do the same thing with Warren Ellis' twitter. (You can read some collected examples right here.) Rather than make any kind of well thought out entry, I'm just going to slap up a whole bunch of AIM and email conversations pertaining to said World Cup behind the cut, in the same manner of Winter Olympic discussion.I was also supposed to post a drabble for the Squeenix version of the World Cup, but that'll have to wait. I suck.
( Body critiques, match escorts, making fun of Wayne Rooney, battle of the Koreas, accidentally ruining Yoann Gourcuff's life, ball jokes, the most hilarious fouls, vuvuzelas, Zidane headbuttery, beer conspiracy, Bode Miller's next career, murderball, etc., etc. )
I bet very few people actually read that. So, I am going to combine my sports and post a whole bunch of Michael Phelps pictures from the recent Paris Open.
( Back to my true sport love... )
Tomorrow, I am off to Las Vegas at the ungodly hour of 3:40 in the morning. I hope to return one week from hence, with all my limbs unbroken by pit bosses or loan sharks, and no internal organs accidentally traded away. I would be panicking more about another bout of public speaking, and the fact I haven't written the talk yet, but my brain is still stuck on "3:40 in the goddamn morning" and I expect it won't sink in until Tuesday.
