I had started a long post about the responsibility of bloggers, in general and (to be more specific) how it pertains to my love of baseball. Seems that Raul Ibanez of the Phillies, who is having a fantastic start to the year, ripped into a blogger for accusing him of using steroids. Pulled out the old "42 year-old living in his mother's basement" routine to boot. Never mind that the blogger in question was actually attempting to convince himself and his readers that Ibanez' improvement this year was due to several other factors not related to steroids. But, like most fans, he is disillusioned by the times we are living in when it comes to believing any of these guys. So he concluded that the speculation was warranted, because who can we really trust anymore? Especially when it comes to a 37 year-old player who is suddenly showing increased power numbers.
But I'm feeling a little lazy, so maybe you will see that post on Friday.
Works out fine, because it gives me the opportunity to point out that fellow blogger Holly has been having dreams about me. That is plural. As in more than one. I don't think that I even dream about me. I mean, it is probably me in my dreams, but I don't sound like me or look like me. That is pretty sad, isn't it?
Anyway, she is curious about her night-time fixation with me. She's a good egg, so I'm not gonna bust on her too much here. But I'm going to guess that it has a lot to do with my dead-sexy tattoo over there on the sidebar. And my love of bacon.
What are you dreaming about?
UPDATE: Phew! Good thing I stopped writing that post I mentioned earlier. You know...the one about bloggers and responsibility and baseball? Because Joe Posnanski, a much more talented man than I, already wrote it. Thanks, Joe!
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Dream a little dream of me.
technically, two dreams related to the content of your posts and only one dream with you specifically. you and slyde actually.
your tatoo didn't show up though..
ok, as always, going to bed now.
lord help us all.
I've been dreaming a lot lately about being stuck in a corner with Michael Jackson and his photo album. It's been murder trying to break that plastic jaw with just the one punch.
I've been dreaming about a male friend of mine for the last few nights and yes, in a sexual way. Oddly, I don't have sexual feelings for him in non dreamland at all.
I'm just glad that I'm not dreaming about slyde and earl.
I dont think ive ever dreamed about you...
fantasized a few times, but no dreaming....
Holly - And I guess technically the dreams weren't ABOUT me, I just happened to be in them. A supporting player, so to speak. :)
Jimmy - keep at it, man! You can do it.
Hilly - Rowr!
2abes - ...yet.
Slyde - fantasy will not become reality, just so ya know. Sheesh.
I haven't had dreams that I can remember recently.
I usually dream about work. Which sucks. Not that work sucks, per se. It's not bad. I like the people I work with. But I would rather only spend 8 hours a day with them, instead of the 16 that's been going on for awhile now. It's sad.
I would rather have sex dreams. Those are much more fun.
Ookami - I remember all of my dreams. For about 10 minutes. Then they vanish...mostly.
Callie - sex dreams are yummy. ;)
I had a dream last night that I was eating a giant marshmallow...
When I woke up, I went to my fridge where I keep my giant marshmallow..and it was gone.
(That's actually a Paul F Tompkins joke)
Except I added my signature "naaaa.naaaaa.naaaaa"
I have been having weird dreams lately-like I'm either tormented or disgusted. Then I wake up and I cant remember them.
Zibbs - I'm freaked out by the huge gap in Paul F. Tompkin's teeth.
Candy - but nothing about me, right? ;)
I dream about sleeping in late. Come morning..oh look, I am late. So I guess it's working!
Happy Friday Eve!
She being a good egg and your love of bacon -- it makes perfect sense.
Jenn - snooooze button.
Uncool - Now I'm hungry for breakfast.
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