Bhagwan @ Large

too damn lazy

Made a lot of progress today, moreso than the number below would indicate.

So when I report

14826 / 50000 words. 30% done!

I have a lot more, just don’t feel like counting it tonight. That’s where I was around noon.

Tomorrow night I’ll post a full weekend count, I should be a little over halfway there.

It’s been a long, full day of college football, though. I’ve got that going for me.

for you train gamer folks out there, Ive been exploring this with the other part of my brain today. I expect I’ll pick up a full license at some point in the next 30 days.

Game 4

What can be said about this rivalry. Not much, unless you start and end with, “at least they’re not the Ducks.”

This morning, Strand and I are up in plenty of time, with both hunger and thirst gnawing at our bellies.

There’s a quick cure, and we get there right after the Fords. Needless to say, there’s no real hope for thirst.

This week, the mythical Scott Ford is in attendance, and I get to see why the clan turned out the way it did. We share some laughs, as Scott and I share more than one name, and then more than a few beers. Strand tries to go slow, since he’s got a wedding to go to in the afternoon. But after Chili shows up, he’s got no chance.

Weatherman loudly and confidently explains why the pouring rain outside is just a passing squall, and we’ll be dry and safe at the game.

The ladies don’t buy his story, even though TF, Sean, Brad and I do.

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So, of course, they decide to go shopping. Unfortunately this choice will split clan Ford right down the middle, but not as badly as last week. The younger siblings and Indigo Cheryl elect to stay as Brad, TF, Sean, Weatherman and I stumble our way down to the Husky sports complex.

This, of course, will be my first trip to the house of DAWG, even though I’ve been fighting its traffic snarls for nearly 6 years now. I’ve never found my way inside, although I’ve heard the stories, read the articles, and am prepared for an amazing football experience, surrounded by crowds of cheering fans.

Needless to say, I don’t get it. An empty, lifeless edifice, with the faithful huddled under ponchos and plastic. Sean graciously gives me his spare, and I don’t get too terrible wet. But the Huskies, I’m afraid, are all washed up. On the bright side, our seats were great, and we had an excellent view of the band.

That’s good, right?