Man. World Of Warcraft is evil. Actually, it’s not just that I’ve been playing WoW (God help me), it’s also that I’m rarely in the same place for more than a few days at a time, and when I am, I’m running around like a crazy person. At any rate, apologies for the service disruption, and on with the show.

Weeks 26-28: Me 3, Fear 0
Current Score: Me 31, Fear 15

No problems meeting Andre Dawson or Darren Daulton. Made it to everywhere I needed to be socially. (+1) Managed not to freak out when some lady tried to make a left in front of my car on wet roads and I missed her car (holding her and a kid who was probably her grandson) by literal inches. (+1). I responded to a possible roof leak (which could’ve seriously fucked up expensive belongings in my attic) positively and proactively by grabbing a ton of Sterilite containers, replacing cardboard boxes, sorting things as I went, and just plain throwing some of it out (3 huge lawn bags worth!). Been meaning to do that for almost 2 years. (+1) I did take half a Xanax last night to slow down my racing brain, but that was more that my brain was racing for no good reason than because of any tangible or even intangible fear that I’m aware of. I’ll check back with the people around me, but right now, I really can’t think of a single thing that I let fear beat me on in the past 3 weeks. That could be a good deal of why it’s taken me so much time to make an update, too.

Anyway, more than half a year in the bag on this, beating my fears by more than a 2 to 1 margin, not bad. This week coming up, I have a wedding to go to, early start time with some fairly crazy early morning travel involved, and there’s a little anxiety involved in dealing with the process of getting there, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be fine. I’ll keep y’all posted on that.

Fuckin’ Meat Loaf, man.

For those who’ve been missing my updates, I’ll be writing about my New Year’s Resolution again on Monday. Sorry for the lapses. Life, man.

Every year, I name my fantasy football teams after nude women. “Rue McClanahan Nude” and “Elena Kagan Nude” are this year’s models!

I think it’s time to take my electric razor out back and shoot the motherfucker. Send help: http://amzn.to/9LYlQn

Holy fuckin’ shit, did I do a lot of work in my attic tonight. My neighbors must fuckin’ hate me. :D

Asking, but don’t make this “work” for me: does anyone reading this have use for old Amiga, Mac (pre-OS 8) or Windows 3.1/95 software disks?

For those who don’t have ethical objections to Wal-Mart and need ‘em, the Alien DVD box set (1-3) is $10 there right now.

Free Slurpee Day fever…catch it!

Hello, migraine! Hello, and fuck you.

It should never take longer to install a video game than it does to install an operating system.

Hey, Google! Whoever decided the Google News redesign was a good idea clearly and obviously fucked wrong.

I swear, I really need to manage my time more effectively.

This Week (and last): Fear 1, Me 1
Current Score: Me 28, Fear 15

During Week 24, I had one of my weird, existential “Life’s going by too quickly and we’re all going to be dead soon” moments in the middle of the night, laying in bed. I talked myself off of the ledge eventually, but it wasn’t all that pretty until I did.

This past week, I had to deal with a huge amount of bullshit involving my car. Brakes went sideways on it (fixed now), oil change people forgot to put oil in it (I shit you not; amazingly, it handled about 45 miles between two trips on what was left in the engine and the car’s fine after all of that, but the last few miles of the 2nd trip made me feel like Han Solo holding the Millennium Falcon together with duct tape), and then some poor schmuck kid fell asleep at the wheel and hit it at 1:30 in the morning when I was parked on the street on Saturday (kid’s OK, car’s a little less pretty but the damage was minimal and cosmetic). With the exception of that one trip that ended up being without oil (and anyone would’ve been nervous about a trip like that) I was actually as cool as a cucumber and in fairly good spirits when it came to all of this nonsense. I’ve dealt with worse on all fronts with cars, so while stuff like this sucks, it’s not the end of the world.

Looking ahead at the remainder of week 26, I’ll be trying not to stammer like an idiot when meeting 2010 Baseball Hall Of Fame inductee Andre Dawson tomorrow (I actually saw him on the street in Cooperstown during ’05 induction weekend, and FROZE…). Stay tuned!

I’m thinking that we should replace umps and referees with robots. Tired of all these bullshit calls.

GWAR.