Showtime

This is your President.

If you're not watching Battlestar Galactica, you're missing out. I can't remember the last time I watched 45 minutes of television that was edge-of-your-seat for the whole 45 minutes.

(Skip this next bit if you haven't seen it and don't want to be spoilered.)

And now, a haiku --

Gaeta's done it now --
Chaos, murder, and payback.
Time to space the prick.

Thank you, thank you.

Draft Madness

Twelve players for our magic draft on Sunday! My lovely wife, sensibly, went to the spa instead. It was a blast but I was completely brain-fried. So I gave up any pretense at productive employment of my time and sat down to watch the Superbowl instead.

I won't bother recapping the foos-ball game because, honestly, find somebody who knows what the hell they're talking about.

Big thanks to everybody who made it out (and it was a record huge crowd). I had a blast and I hope everybody else did too.

Mmmm

My lovely wife told me today (via gtalk) that the entire house smelled great because of what she was making for dinner, but she wouldn't tell me specifically what it was.

Know what it was?

Pulled Pork.

Oh baby.

Sleepy

This has been a busy and stressful week so far, and I am short on sleep.

I know, I know. Poor me.

I'm just saying, if you're wondering why the quality of the blogging sucks? That's totally my excuse.

Merchandizing

I got XKCD t-shirts. Yes, I am the king geek. All lesser geeks, bow before me.

Space Crazy

That's about it from me. Peace out, yo.