chatter from the Library Monkey

I could learn to be lazy

Taking a break from motownsports — mainly because I am annoyed. There are about five guys there who whine and whine. The great irony of it all was one of the big whiners created a thread on Brandon Inge. Then he follows it up to call him a whiner. Basically a conversation with himself and all the Inge haters. .Which is kind of common. Every three days there is a new Brandon Inge thread so people who don’t like him can whine. This one was rally annoying because four-five guys whining about how Inge is a whiner was a bit too ironic.

That thread is too expected, but the ongoing whiners started complaining about my gifs. And there probably is a rationale for me to stop the gifs, well except for the fact that the whiners tend exploit hyperbole. I probably have a gif in 30 percent of my posts, the complainers present it as if it was 70 percent.

I think I need a break, not just because of the criticism of me, but the general negative. Yes I am whining here, so there is some irony — that I am not missing. I wonder why people who see the glass half empty always seem to be the most noticed. I know some of it is because it is easier to complain than compliment. (using my gifs — the people who don’t like that will go on about it, but the people who do like them will just say: “I don’t know, I like them.”)

I’m a little surly right now, partially because I have an ache behind my left shoulder blade. I think it is due to the inactivity the last few days. I’m back to school tomorrow.

I haven’t mentioned the #27 in a while. It is a number that continues to appear in my life. Certainly (now) I notice it when it comes around — like today’s date. But then there is times when it just happens, like on the field trip last week, I stayed in Rm 427.

Up late listening to the Tigers …blow another game. It is 2003 all over. Jeremy Bonderman pitched to eight innings and shut the Angels out… Francisco Cruceta comes in and blunders through giving up two runs (charged to Bonderman) — walks, wild pitches, messier than four hour old diaper. And of course the offense, scores two runs and then spends the rest of the game walking back and forth from the dugout to the batter’s box and back.

What is tough for me is it is so frustrating and then I can’t sleep. Or the come back and it is exciting and I can’t sleep..

I’m still reading the threads… Same o same o…I think I need to move away from it all Tigers lose 3-2

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