byrneunit

I rarely know what you’re talking about.

camped out on death’s doorstep

Reports of Erin’s grandmother’s death were, it seems, momentarily exaggerated. She’d been gradually sliding downhill since her husband died a couple of years ago, and at some point it was determined she had leukemia (??? which apparently isn’t that uncommon in older people, and is not necessarily an immediate death sentence? but still?), so she’s [...]

brilliant.

So Henry has taken a shine to “Imagination Movers,” and I’ve sort of stumbled after, as is frequently the case. I had initial misgivings about, mainly because of this guy’s soul patch, but the show won me over pretty quickly, in no small part due to the equal measure of brilliance and hotness of the [...]

score.

So apparently during the final minutes of the Super Bowl last night, viewers in Tuscon were treated to a mysterious 30 seconds of straight-up pornography.
Because I am both lazy and giving, I hereby invite you to craft as many jokes including the phrases “tight end,” “end zone,” and — as a friend of mine honest [...]

well, hell.

Ladies, gentlemen. A football game has got me writing again, which means it’s gotten me re-committed to failing at NaBloPoMo again. Who knows, it’s a short month this time; maybe I’ll only miss the last six posts instead of the last twelve.
The fucking Cardinals were supposed to win tonitght, people. Anybody who’s seen either last [...]