This is Not a Rebel Song...

...this is Sunday, Bloody Sunday!

Beer and Popcorn

We just got our first cheque from the government for procreating (ie. the universal child care benefit)

Time for some beer and popcorn!

(I know I've been neglecting this space and am coming very close to having an abandoned site...I will do better I promise.)

In the meantime check out Red Ensign Standard #44 at Nicholas' Quotulatiousness. This is a stripped-down guitar-band version for those of you that find link-fests too time consuming. Yours truly had nothing at all worthy this time around...

Dream Dies

OK, I stayed silent on this blog for the whole World Cup because I didn't want to jinx it.

I didn't want to do anything to jeapordize Germany's chances...didn't crow about Sweden or Argentina...shut my mouth and didn't say the word FINALS.

But then yesterday when my immaculate wife dared to CURSE Germany with all the powers granted to her by an Italian 'Nona of unspeakable scorn and venom I had to speak, making a witty repartee about German efficiency holding Italy to penalty kicks and prevailing...which led to todays' outcome of Italy scoring at the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT to win the game without going to penalty kicks.

Such a damned stunning goal that Germany (and me, here at my desk listening to thesun.co.uk's unofficial gamecast) hadn't recovered before the second one was potted just before full time.

I mean come ON!

I mean it's one thing to lose fairly, but to bring occult powers into it!

She did the same thing to me 8 years ago to this very day - Look it up! I sure did! July 4, 1998: Croatia 3 - Germany 0. We had just moved in together, too. And she doesn't even LIKE Croatia!

I will have to consult outside occult forces to counter this, but I'm just too despondent at the moment.

I can just hear the jokes too...Did you hear? Germany lost! Betcha Ray's a sour kraut! HAR HAR HAR!

Morons

Why we should bring back the pillory

Damn effin' tools.