Hmm. I may be attributing condescension where there's just benign lack of caring about sports on their part but wanting to acknowledge that something took place.
I don't know. I read it as not caring about sports (which is fine) and announcing you don't care about sports (which is...whatever, dude, you do you) to the point that you just can't be bothered to learn/remember what sport might be happening on a given day. It's not like there are that many options, you know?
It just rubs me the wrong way, in the vein of "I don't even OWN a TV!" But I acknowledge that I'm leaning more to the cranky side on this one.
When my friends accuse the press of having a liberal bias I explain that is because they are well informed.
The fact that I yell Sportball!!!!!11!! around the office is pretty much a standing joke at this point. I know in the case of it being use with myself and my friends it's all in fun. I don't do the sport thing, the same way when I start talking about cars they say it just sounds like the Charlie Brown teacher talking.
It's also a joke now that the gang watches for the Sportball!!!11!!1 reply to sport postings from me. I know they have a great time with it and it is meant in nothing but fun.
what is the website that always has the updating click through slideshow of all the red carpet dresses? why cannot I not find it!?!?
I would say the majority of the time it's in fun, and self-mocking a bit.
It just rubs me the wrong way, in the vein of "I don't even OWN a TV!" But I acknowledge that I'm leaning more to the cranky side on this one.
Omg, I met a dude recently who was going on and on about how disconcerted he was to have had to
help carry a TV.
Because it was needed to show the first trailer of a documentary about the Lipinski Stradivarius before Frank Almond played a private concert, and oh, that brush with
TV culture
was just too much.
Douche.
Sheesh, I am having *serious* dizziness, like, bend over to pick up the cat plates and see spots and for real almost pass out. I'll see how I feel after eating dinner, but I might need to go to urgent care.
Hydrate, Teppy. That was the big word from my doc this week. Also, check your temp.
So, Casper produced six tonsil stones today. Completely freakish and weird and yet also fascinating. The one I saw looked sort of like a tooth (hard and ridgy and whitish) and was very smelly. The human body is so weird and gross.
I am not a big sports fan, but I watch football a bit. The kids completely do not understand football at all, and are so uninterested that when I try to explain how it works it might as well be the Charlie Brown teacher talking.
