Christmas in July
Jul. 12th, 2006 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wildcatI've been up since 8:30 and it's already been a satisfying day.
First, I went to pick up my final graded portfolio from my Teaching Writing class. I didn't have high hopes for what I'd get, so I figured I could get the bad news over and done with. On the contrary, I got full points and so many glowing remarks about my rewrite of Romeo and Juliet that my group did as a mock-assignment for another group that designed it. It made me so happy, I was skipping across campus to the TSC computer lab.
When I logged onto PotterCast.com at the lab, I saw that Melissa has decided to keep the kitten she found and that John named Dawlish, but Melissa changed her name to Mootchka. Whatever works, I say. The kitten looks tons better than when Melissa's mom found her. See Kitty in all Her PC Mascot Glory
Then, as I was walking back to my car, I happened to pass a newspaper stand with the Salt Lake Tribune (which I usually eschew for more objective and less annoying press), but this headline said that the Real Salt Lake soccer team (aka Communist Plot) may be moving onto to -- erm -- "a warmer welcome elsewhere"
Thank Godric Gryffindor! What the hell took them so long?
At least Salt Lake County has some sense (unlike a certain capital city that I can think of). Seriously, Utah was never meant for soccer, no matter how many illegal immigrants or suburban yuppies we have in this state. Besides, have you seen the coverage of the World Cup? I only caught snippets, since the channel changer wasn't ever far from my grasp, but you could tell that the American announcers would much rather be covering something with more balls -- like the knitting circle at Ethel's Craft Store. Soccer is a pussy sport for guys who like to paint their nails (which consists of all of France and parts of Belgium). Who wants to watch a bunch of starved girls-with-facial-hair run around after a ball for and hour and a half just to have the game end in a 0-0 tie? You may as well have stayed home and watched Nightline for all the good it did you. Give my real football -- with the Hank Jr. overture and helmeted-heads colliding. Winners and losers -- Ah, now that's culture.
I really hope that Rice-Eccles Stadium can recover from the last three years of humiliating desecration. Anything that Rocky Anderson likes has got to go. Now maybe we can get our focus back on real sport -- I hear the Jazz have started camp.
To thebrainwashed freaks fans of RSL all three of them: fear not. I hear North Korea is lovely this time of year (not to mention quite popular with the press).
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
PS, I finally learned how to use LJ hyperlink. Go me!
First, I went to pick up my final graded portfolio from my Teaching Writing class. I didn't have high hopes for what I'd get, so I figured I could get the bad news over and done with. On the contrary, I got full points and so many glowing remarks about my rewrite of Romeo and Juliet that my group did as a mock-assignment for another group that designed it. It made me so happy, I was skipping across campus to the TSC computer lab.
When I logged onto PotterCast.com at the lab, I saw that Melissa has decided to keep the kitten she found and that John named Dawlish, but Melissa changed her name to Mootchka. Whatever works, I say. The kitten looks tons better than when Melissa's mom found her. See Kitty in all Her PC Mascot Glory
Then, as I was walking back to my car, I happened to pass a newspaper stand with the Salt Lake Tribune (which I usually eschew for more objective and less annoying press), but this headline said that the Real Salt Lake soccer team (aka Communist Plot) may be moving onto to -- erm -- "a warmer welcome elsewhere"
Thank Godric Gryffindor! What the hell took them so long?
At least Salt Lake County has some sense (unlike a certain capital city that I can think of). Seriously, Utah was never meant for soccer, no matter how many illegal immigrants or suburban yuppies we have in this state. Besides, have you seen the coverage of the World Cup? I only caught snippets, since the channel changer wasn't ever far from my grasp, but you could tell that the American announcers would much rather be covering something with more balls -- like the knitting circle at Ethel's Craft Store. Soccer is a pussy sport for guys who like to paint their nails (which consists of all of France and parts of Belgium). Who wants to watch a bunch of starved girls-with-facial-hair run around after a ball for and hour and a half just to have the game end in a 0-0 tie? You may as well have stayed home and watched Nightline for all the good it did you. Give my real football -- with the Hank Jr. overture and helmeted-heads colliding. Winners and losers -- Ah, now that's culture.
I really hope that Rice-Eccles Stadium can recover from the last three years of humiliating desecration. Anything that Rocky Anderson likes has got to go. Now maybe we can get our focus back on real sport -- I hear the Jazz have started camp.
To the
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
PS, I finally learned how to use LJ hyperlink. Go me!
