Finally moving out

Well, I'm 25 years old and still at home so I figured it was about time to move on and become an independent citizen of some sorts. So I found a place downtown right next to Oxfords to call home (as of tuesday). I still haven't decided if its a good thing living next to a bar or a bad thing, only time will tell, that and the ever decreasing bank account that seems more like a countdown to the destruction of Bush's political career. Other that this life altering move, my Para-Professional career is coming to an end (at least I hope) and I am officially hunting for a full time teaching job in the Rochester area. I figure if nothing else I should be able to find a job teaching all of the future drug dealers in the city how to correctly calculate how much weed costs per pound if they only sell dimes/nickles.

A quick update on the Eager Beavers softball season, we are off to another tampa bay devilrays like start after getting mercy ruled in our first game. The lone highlight being us actually scoring a run after about 3 errors in the inning. Things can only get better I would assume. Then again we know what happens when one assumes...

Finally the world of fantasy baseball seems to be playing out as always with Mr. Dan Hoock anchoring the bottom and myself clinging to first place, somethings never change!

War girls in 2 peice bathing suits running down the streets of Rochester and War them being skinny for a change! Goodnight now!

Shit Break

I spent most of school year channeling Finch from "American Pie." I never felt comfortable dropping a duece in any of the school bathrooms. At least not during school hours. Instead, I found a nice, quiet spot to scamper to about five mintues down the road at the county Health Department. I used many a planning period dropping by the post office and then heading across the street to the HD. Today, being pressed for time, on the very last day of school, I had no other choice. I walked into the teacher's lounge with one thought on my mind. And I must tell you, I felt great afterwards. Even when the lady nicknamed "Big Bird" shuffled past me into the bathroom as I exited.

Onto more serious matters. Sopranos was indeed intense last Sunday. Bobby wouldn't have wanted to go any other way. As for the finale, who knows what might happen. I, for one, don't want Tony to get taken out by that bastard Phil. I'd like to see him whack some NY guys and sail away on his yacht. And Paulie might very well be working against the Soprano clan, so it might be time for him to bite the dust as well. Also, would it be too much to ask for to see Meadow naked on the final show. I think not.

Woke up this morning

Since I can't stop thinking about The Sopranos and the series finale on Sunday, I figure I'd try to write about it here for a bit.

(if you aren't caught up probably avoid the rest just in case)

I was edge last during last week's episode for real. Just impending doom everywhere. Anyone who said the Sopranos has been slow recently or needed more action couldn't possibly have had anything to say after that one. The closing shot of Tony sitting in bed with a BIG FUCKING GUN was pretty awesome too.

I'm not really sure what's gonna happen on Sunday. Is Tony gonna get killed? Did Paulie dime him out to the Brooklyn guys? There seems to be some things to point that way. Is Tony gonna turn state's evidence? Is he gonna put that gun in his own mouth?

I'm not sure of any of it anymore.

Before the last couple of episodes I had been saying that David Chase is just crazy and gangster enough for the finale to just end. Tony alive, business as usual. Because that's how life goes sometimes, not everything ends with some grand closure or explosive action. Well, I think clearly that scenario is off the table. Shit is gonna go down.

That's all I got for now and as our native neighbors would say...Minga