Yeah, What I Said Totally Sounds Racist

So I was sitting next to this Latino guy for the stupid-crazy MNUFC Leagues Cup Eighthfinal.  As the Loons blew a 2-0 lead (again), I was, of course, dreading the worst.  (They didn't choke; they actually won in Penalty Kicks.)  So I was talking to this guy about the Match, and then the team, and then Minnesota teams.

The Loons were playing Toluca, an historically-important side from Liga MX, the Mexican professional top-flight soccer league.  I don't know this for sure, but when an All-Star team of Liga MX players came up to Allianz Field last Year for the Major League Soccer All-Star Game, I was told by my season-ticket representative that there was a huge influx of Liga MX fans coming here from out of the area, which I assume is the metro area, if not the state of Minnesota.  So, not quite knowing if he is a local, I blurt out, while talking about the sorry knack our teams have of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory: "But ... are you from here?"

And I knew that sounded racist even before he said, "I'm from Woodbury."

Maybe he didn't notice.  Maybe he took it as I intended it, a question as to whether he drove into the Twin Cities, supposedly like other fans who are not United FC fans, to watch.  I don't think he got pissed with me.  But God, am I slapping myself in the head in my mind.  This bad week of self-sabotage continues.

I Didn't Get The Job. FUCK

So I e-mailed -- a second time -- those people who are hiring for the game, and one of them finally got back to me yesterday/Monday afternoon ... "Sorry, we already filled the position with someone else."  My worst fears are now realized.

One-and-a-half days.  It took me 1 1/2 days to get back to them.  They couldn't wait?  Really?  Or, is this a case where they didn't see my response of acceptance when I got back to them the next night -- nor my follow-up e-mail the following Monday (so a week ago) asking if they got my previous e-mail from before that weekend.  That's what I suspect.  Or, they did ask another person in the 1 1/2 days I didn't see that they e-mailed me, and that's when some other dude swooped in and took the job.  I need to unsubscribe to all those fucking campaign donation lists, goddammit.

Whatever, man ... I'm pissed.  And hurt.  And dejected.  I don't care that I'm being dramatic when I say I was really banking on the money I was going to make that week -- for working the game and for using paid time off from my day job.  The bills are still piling up, and I could really use some double-dipping.  But no, that's not happening.  And I feel a real, bitter need to tighten my belt as a result.

And yet I cannot project that bitterness on my reply e-mail to them.  So I think I split the difference: I told them I got back to them the day after while stating it was my fault I didn't get back to them sooner (classic passive-aggressiveness), but accepted their offer to circle back to me in case they do need people after all (keeping my options open), plus I also accepted their offer to help out in case their caravan comes back later in the season (acknowledging that I have read what they wrote).  It's the best I can do for missing out on money I need.  Jesus fucking Christ, I wanted that job.

Yep, Got Too Perverted Again

Stupid me, giving a hot girl I befriended on Facebook an eggplant emoji after seeing her looking so fucking hot in a bikini.  Baby, I don't need help -- I need you to say that you're turned on by what I gave ya!  Or, failing that, not block me, which she did.

You know, I set up an alias so I could do this without getting caught.  But I scrolled through all my past Messengers and saw that I have given the eggplant emoji to a lot of hot women on Facebook.  Like, a lot.  And you know what?  They weren't turned off by it ... well, at least they didn't say they were.  And they haven't fuckin' blocked me.  I'M BEING CANCELLED!!!

I tried doing what I had been planning on doing, which is friend all the hot women I'm Facebook friends with on my alias, then defriend them from my actual profile.  I would do this only for babes who never replied to my Messenger texts; I figure that if they ever have responded, we sort of "know" each other, and I would like to keep that "friendship."  But once I migrate these babes I have a one-way relationship with, I can bombard them with as many eggplant emojis I want because if they get offended, they won't know who I am!

However ... I have already given them eggplant emojis.  I don't know if they know who I am, but would it be possible for at least one of the many, many, many women I've given these to at least remember it was I who bestowed these eggplants upon her, and so if I give her an eggplant emoji under my nom de social media, she'll go, "Another fucking eggplant emoji?  You know, there's this other guy who also gives me eggplant emojis ... (gasp) they're the same guy!"  And then my cover's blown, and although I need to perv out as much as possible, if people find out I'm him, it's over.

Now, is it as over as it might be now, where the person who just blocked me will now come after me knowing she knows who I am?  Fair point.  I haven't been hit with any spam or threats on Facebook yet.  And just in case, I blocked her, too.

Maybe I should stop giving eggplant emojis.  But shit, where's the fun in that?

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Twins (Last Week: -2).  OK, so this is better.  I still think they should be sweeping teams they supposedly are better against, and they started off the screening Week getting swept in Kansas City.  But they took two-of-three at demoralized St. Louis, and they have already taken the first two Games of a three-Game series at home over Arizona.  What's even better is that while the Twins went 4-2, Cleveland went 2-4, and so Minnesota now leads the Division by 3 1/2 Games.  There is plenty of time for things to go sideways, but this has been a good Week, and their Week has been better than any other's, so that's why they resume up top.

One more vs. the Diamondbacks, then four in Detroit beginning tomorrow/Monday, then an intriguing trio at Philadelphia starting on Friday.

#-2: United FC (Last Week: -3).  Yeah, I guess I'm writing about the Loons just because I want to.  And hey, they're giving me something to write about.  I thought they were dead to rights after choking at home versus Chicago because they had a date at high-flying Columbus Friday.  The familiar ties between the two clubs are rife: Will Trapp used to play there, and Christian Ramirez and Kevin Molino used to play here.  It was a hell of a match, apparently.  MNUFC scored first, only for the Crew to tie it.  Then, Columbus went ahead twice (Superman scored to make it 3-2 in the 83rd Minute), only for Minnesota to draw even.  (Bongokuhle Hlongwane scored the first two Goals -- he leads Leagues Cup scoring with six Goals, one more than Lionel Messi -- and Hasani Dotson scored in the 90th to make it 3-3.)  United FC won on Penalty Kicks, 4-3.

That earns the Loons a home date Tuesday against Liga MX side Toluca Tuesday night.  It would be so awesome if they sold Toluca jerseys at the stores, but I'm told it won't happen, and besides, I won't buy one unless MNUFC win.

#-3: Lynx (Last Week: -1).  A four-Point Win at Connecticut Sunday extended their winning streak to three Games, but that ended when they lost the second of a two-Game "series" to the Sun by ten on Tuesday.  They then went home and lost by ten to New York on Friday.  I again assert that all this losing means the Lynx are "winning" a high draft pick.  But they're still in seventh place in the WNBA, and the squads below them (ninth-place Los Angeles is 3 1/2 Games behind) seem disinclined to win.  They're kind of stuck in a mediocre middle, and that is not good news for this franchise.

Busy Week, all on the road -- Chicago Tuesday, Indiana Thursday, the first of a home-and-home with Seattle Friday.

All Dynasties Fall

The United States is losing to Sweden.  I know it.  I feel it in my bones.  And I will not bear witness.  No.

First of all, it'll be on at 4 a.m.  If there is any time of the day I will be asleep (and I have been awake at all hours of the day), it'll be between 4 and 6 in the morning.  They weren't supposed to play and that time in the morning Central Standard Time.  But in this article by Yahoo! Sports, FIFA works with many worldwide media partners in an effort to select the most, uh, favorable time slots for their teams in order to maximize viewership which makes them more money which makes those media partners happy.  (You should read the article.  I assumed something like this happens, but I wasn't sure until I read this.)  And FIFA wants to make sure America, and American media partner Fox, is happy.

But once the times and venues for those Matches are set, it's up to the team to be as good as advertised and play when they're supposed to play.  And they haven't.  Not by a long shot.  I just saw the Netherlands defeat South Africa.  The U.S. was supposed to play this Game, in this time slot: 9 p.m. CST.  It ain't 7, but in this World Cup played Down Under, it's as good as you can get.  Instead, because they finished second in their Group, they play in the ass of the night/day.

Probably better that way, since they're crashing out of this tournament in the morning (I'm sorry about going off on a tangent in the two above paragraphs.  But really, read the article.)

All dynasties fall.  The United States wasn't going to win every Women's World Cup.  But at their best, it seems like they could.  And I thought they had as good a chance as anyone else, even accounting for the injuries and their mediocre form coming in.  But the Portugal scoreless Draw was further proof that their inability to destroy Vietnam, and then the ensuing 1-all Tie with the Netherlands meant something was fucking wrong with this team.

And frankly, where do you start with this team's deficiencies?  They can't finish and they can't pass up the field.  They play uninspired and they're not communicating.  The grizzled veterans of the club seem real slow and old.  The USWNT Head Coach, Vlatko Andonovski, seems hellbent on his formation and forcing his players to play within it, thus blunting their natural athleticism in an effort to tailor their Game to how everyone else seems to be playing.  And finally, they're going into the Match without the suspended Rose Lavelle, who may be the squad's most creative playmaker (even though she was on the Pitch vs. the Portuguese and didn't do nothing).

Do you really think the United States is going to pull a Win under those circumstances, against a team ranked third in the world?  You're kidding yourself.  Not only will they lose, there's a chance it's going to be ugly.  These two countries have played in every single WWC.  (Correction: I saw Tom Rinaldi's piece on Fox, so I must make a correction: The countries have met each other every single WWC except one.)  They've been drawn into the same Group in every World Cup (correction: Except one) until this Year, and dammit, they still can't get away from each other.  The U. S. is winning the all-time series, but I think Sweden has won three of their last four showdowns, and the Swedes are going in in much better shape.

I just read an Athletic piece about how the two countries' programs are intertwined.  Another great article which I can't link to because it's behind a paywall, but it's great.  Anyway, I thought this was the time for Sweden to exact revenge on the Americans, who beat them, 2-0, in their last World Cup Game even though Sweden rested most of their starters because both the U. S. and them were advancing.  Still, I think the Swedes are too locked in not to win, and the Americans seem to be so lost that Sweden could stumble into a 3-0 or 4-0 ass-kicking.

Irony is waking up before the sun rises to see the sun set on a dynasty.  That's going to happen in the morning.  And if there is a Buddha, I will be sleeping when the final nail is driven into our coffin.

RIP, Pac-12 (Should Be -10, Formerly -8)

I'll be honest: I am getting kind of emotional over the death of the Pac-12/10/8, the final blows (Washington and Oregon getting into the Big 10, Arizona, Arizona St. and Utah getting into the Big 12) to the bruised, listing, and on-life-support body being laid last/Friday night.  I could see the signs how this could end really, really badly for the conference last week, when Colorado peaced out and returned to the Big 12, and yet I'm still shocked at the rapidity and the finality of it.  This conference has been around for more than a century.  The last remaining members of that league might have to escape to the fucking Mountain West, for God's sake.

I don't root for conferences.  I care about my team, and I don't give a flying shit about my team's rivals.  But this is different.  Hating my alma mater's rivals doesn't mean I don't want the Pac-10/12/8 to succeed, let alone live.  It really is strange, even unfair, that a region of the United States of America doesn't have its own college sports conference -- and no, sorry, the West Coast Conference doesn't count.

Instead, we now have a Big Ten Conference that, first of all, is now 18 teams big, and now stretches from coast to coast ... even though there are no teams in the Mountain Time Zone.  My alma mater and UCLA bolted a conference they were the sources of power in for an association they will have to fly at least half the country away on a regular basis to play Games -- and a couple times (depending on the sport), all the way to the East Coast.  Maybe the move was justified, even necessary in a future where money becomes even more important.  Or, maybe it's not.

I am still trying to compose my thoughts on what has been an historic day in college football and sports.  Dare I say that I feel some trauma.  What I want to do is list, in descending order, who and what are to blame for The Death Of The Pac-12/-10/-8:

The Supposed Need For Greed

All of the moves and the backstabbing have one motivation: Money.  Not that there isn't a whole lot these college football programs have already.  But they somehow believe that they are, in fact, poor, or will be poor if they don't jump to a more lucrative boat.  They get into their heads that standing still means falling behind, and so the thirst for the next big payday is relentless and leaves a wake of broken rivalries and ignored history behind them.  This permanent quest for money stains everything about what has transpired.

Larry Scott, Former Commissioner

It's probably not fair to pin all this bullshit on one man, but if there is one person responsible for the league's demise, it's those fucker.  Turns out he is a snake oil salesman.  He came in holding the most lucrative conference contract in college sports and proceeded to piss it all away.  Establishing the Pac-12 Network and refusing to partner with a media conglomerate to cut costs and to get into more cable households still is not a bad strategy, and I probably will die on this hill; if the network(s) were a success, they would be making money hand over fist.  But the network was headquartered in the heart of San Francisco, where rent was so, so high.  Meanwhile, he was paid an obscene salary, much more than the Commissioners of the more powerful B1G and SEC.  And apparently he spent lavishly on the conference's dime, too.  When he finally was told to scram, he got away with a carload of gold, and he left a raft of problems that the rest of the league had to clean up -- and, turns out, failed to clean up.

The Failure Of The Conference In Football

Overlooked in all the cloak-and-dagger stuff is the simple fact that if the football teams in the Pac-12 were any good, or at least as good as those in the SEC, I think the network would make money, and subsequently the conference would survive.  However, the league got into the College Football Playoff only twice -- Oregon in the first Year and Washington.  My alma mater, supposedly the Big Man On Campus, has been in the wilderness for the past 15 Years.  The Pac-12 has been largely a joke when it comes to football, and that wiped away any currency the league had to be considered seriously.

The Decision By The Two Los Angeles Schools To Leave

And still, if my alma mater and UCLA decided to stay, I'm not going to say they couldn't command the money they think they need to go on.  They could set the terms of revenue distribution, saying they are entitled to more than the others based on brand.  As easy as it may be to see the demise of the Pac-12 coming now, remember that they stole Colorado and Utah.  The two schools jetting for the Midwest was the first time in modern history they lost schools, and that made it easier for others to follow suit.

George Kliavkoff, Current Commissioner

He will get more blame for this than he should.  I think Larry Scott fucked up so much that there wasn't a whole lot Kliavkoff could have done to save his league.  But he was holding, like, a pair of queens and busted out.  His dithering in getting a media deal done made association members nervous.  Moreover, he tried to be patient and wait out the hysteria in order to get a bigger deal -- a move many writers lauded, it has to be said.  But it is his fault he couldn't broker a contract better than a streaming service, Apple TV+, which offered a bigger per-school payday only if the contract hit certain subscriber marks.  Many of the schools waited patiently and pledged loyalty until they heard about this new media deal; when they finally saw the details on August 1, many of the remaining schools were so disappointed that Colorado left in due haste.  And the dominoes just fell soon thereafter.

This guy is a commissioner of a Power 5 Conference.  Honestly, he might as well hold a liquidation sale now.

I am letting school presidents and athletic directors off the hook, although Arizona St. President Michael Crow has emerged as either a sucker or a tragic hero.  He stands as the last defender of the association as it was, although he was also Larry Scott's biggest champion.  Reports say he left for the Big 12 reluctantly.  He leaves as a defeated man, and I wonder how long he will head ASU after this humiliation.

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I am sad.  Sad to the point of buying Pac-12-branded gear because I think there's zero chance the league will be around a Year from now.  Bought a couple of discounted socks and a couple of t-shirts with the logo on it.  I'll wear one of each and save one of each, in case they become collectibles.

No one should come out as a hero after this.  And no one besides the now-Pac-4 (Stanford, Cal, Washington St. and Oregon St.) should be given sympathies for thinking, "Hey, we had to do what we had to do," or, "We had to make the best of a bad situation," or, worst of all, "This is not my fault."  The Pac-12 is just about dead because a lot of people helped kill it.

It's the duplicity about it all that really pisses me off.  Nothing happens, and then all this shit happens at once.  Conferences say they're not looking to add teams, then they add them.  What I really fucking hate is the speed at which teams are accepted into new leagues.  Conferences say they do their "due diligence" in assessing whether they'll accept schools, but then the process of vetting and then accepting these schools happen over a matter of hours, and probably through Zoom.  Schools leave conferences they've been in for Decades over hastily-called meetings that last a long lunch.

And it doesn't make any goddamn sense.  This is totally a football move, but while I am guessing men's basketball will be OK (although I think even that sport would be better off separating from football and reverting to conferences as we knew them way back when), the women's tennis or men's golf teams that have to travel half a country away to face a team they have no history with is going to take a toll on their schooling in a way football players don't have to face.  And it's an added burden athletic directors, conference commissioners and university presidents will just chalk up as collateral damage.

And will these teams that move really be better where they will be?  The Big Ten now has 18 fucking teams, and they might as well add Stanford and Cal -- and if and when the ACC breaks up, Virginia and North Carolina.  That will be a crowd of football powers that my alma mater will now have to climb over.  Do they really think that's better than having a conference all its own, in a region of the country all its own, and a paved road to a postseason and football success and riches?  (Of course, they haven't taken advantage of that road even up till now, but that road was still there with the Pac-12.)  They could say they did it for the money, but they could still be stuck in football oblivion like they are now.

Speaking of oblivion ... well, that's what the Pacific-12/-8/-10 is now facing.  People were spitballing that the death of a Power 5 Conference could happen, but still: How did this happen?  How did a proud association of West Coast and Western schools completely fall apart in a matter of a week?  It's unbelievable, and it's fucking ridiculous.

Rest In Peace, Pac-10/-8/-12.

Hmmm ... These USWNT Jerseys Really Bring Out My Fat Belly

My USWNT jersey came yesterday/Thursday.  Hope to wear it once before Sunday, when they take on, and probably get steamrolled by, Sweden.  More on this later (I think), but I also hope to be able to wear it with some pride after bitter recriminations of falling short of their third World Cup title drop away and their 2019 WWC triumph (as memorialized by the fourth star atop the badge on the jersey) stand in our memory untarnished instead.

Kind of waited before getting the jersey ... just because.  But as I waited, the selection of sizes dwindled.  When I finally decided to buy it, I had two choices: Extra Small and Small.  Before that, when I checked the Nike website, they had Medium, but no Large.  When I saw that S was all that was left, I was at first scared I couldn't buy it.  But then I checked the two USWNT jerseys I do have, which I bought during the 2019 WWC (which had three stars) and, I think, shortly after the 2015 WWC (which had two).  The '19 shirt was a Medium, but the '15 was a Small.  And I fit in both, and with little trouble.  By the way, I can tell the S is smaller than the M, but the difference is slight.  Nike makes a good product, IMHO.

I put both of these on and strode up to my bedroom mirror.  Neither jersey suffocated me, but they are both tight around my stomach -- my fat stomach.  Yeah, whenever I walk around in these shirts, I'm reminded again about how everyone can see the bulge in my gut.  And this is where I lament again about how skinny I was in my childhood and into my twenties.  Seriously, when I got to college, I was between 115 and 125 pounds.  And I was there for a long time despite the different diets I decided to fall back on once I was out on my own, in both Los Angeles and later in El Paso.  And yet, at some point 20 years or so ago, the metabolism that kept my body rockin' like a furnace broke.  One day not too long ago I was rifling through old photos of myself (I don't remember if I was on my phone, I was online on Facebook, or I was looking through literal pictures I had in my hand).  I can date back to about a decade ago photos where the big belly I have now was quite visible then, so I've been fat and out-of-shape for at least a decade.

I wonder when it all went wrong.  I sometimes wonder how it all went wrong.  Was it because of the depression I went through in my twenties, when the lack of a full-time job and direction finally compelled me to eat so much my metabolism quit?  (I think my depression was a main reason I started Wailing And Failing.)  Did it coincide with Grandmother's mental deterioration?  Or is this all natural, and that I have eaten and drank as much as I wanted when I was a kid but my body no longer can just use it at a rate where my body doesn't look like I eat and drink a whole lot?

At any rate, I am fat and I look fat, and these now three USWNT jerseys really emphasize my fat belly.  But hey, I wanted to commemorate the team winning its fourth title, so I stuck to my principle of buying the USWNT shirt on the Year of a Women's World Cup if they won the previous Women's World Cup.  In other words, if what I think will happen happens, I won't be buying no jersey in 2027.  At any rate, since both the Medium and Small bring out my gut, I saw no reason why I shouldn't buy the Small.  It fits me, plus the only real reason I would buy a Medium is if it would hide my stomach, and if the M I do have is any indication, I don't think it will.  So I bought the Small, and I will wear it at least to the 4 a.m. Women's World Cup Final, featuring or not featuring the United States, and I will stick out my fat belly for all to see!

Seeing A Gig I Can't Work After Not Seeing A Gig I Can Work

Now I'm worried.  The gig with the Golden Gophers I received last Wednesday afternoon to which I did not answer until last Thursday night/early Friday morning has not been confirmed.  I e-mailed them on Monday to make sure they got it and didn't overlook it because their inbox is also flooded with political donation messages.  But I haven't heard back.

Meanwhile, after I got up from my evening rest (which went so long that I probably won't fall asleep until 4 o'clock comes, at which point I plan on leaving to go to the Black Hart to see the final Group Stage Matches of the Women's World Cup) I scrolled through my e-mail on my phone.  I've been looking for a confirmation e-mail for the Gophers gig at work on a regular basis, and no, it's not a healthy thing.  And last/Wednesday night, I still haven't received it.

Instead, I got an offer to work Twins Game.  Unfortunately, and for only the third time ever, I rejected the offer to work.  Maybe even more importantly, I think this is the first time I've ever rejected a gig not because I was going to be out of the continental United States to celebrate my sister.  I had to say no because this is on a Saturday, and not just any Saturday, but the first Game of my alma mater's football season, which means I am usually busy planning and watching Games with my friends.  You see, we need to watch this Game at a restaurant in St. Paul we went to last season, but (in my opinion) is still too new for us to just walk in and act as if we run the place.  We have way more familiarity with our main bar, and I am trying to convince myself that is the difference between working last Year's Twins Game and not working this Year's.

Last Year I worked for the production mid-September.  It was a Saturday, and my football team was playing its Second Game.  We did not have a viewing party for the first Game because we could not find a bar that had the network that broadcast that Game.  That meant that the Second Game was the first Game-watching event of the season, and I had some misgivings about not hosting a Game-watching party for the second Week in a row because that would establish of pattern of not hosting, and that would hurt attendance, plus I would have been missing hosting the first two Games of a season, and I think that looks bad.  However, our main bar is one we've been to for many, many years now, to the point where I don't think I have to show up for the people who run the place to know other people are coming.  I think I went to our main bar earlier that week to say that there is a Game on at this time of night, and even though I won't be there, many others whose faces they may recognize will.  That was enough for me to convince myself that my friends could take care of getting the Game on their TVs by themselves and without my help.  And that self-sufficiency allowed me to work the Twins that night.

That isn't the case here.  I still have to go to St. Paul and eat there (for the first time since last season) to make sure they still carry the channel.  With all that uncertainty and unfamiliarity, I think I need to be there to host.  I would much prefer to work the Twins Game, no doubt.  I just can't do it this time, however, and I hope I have built up enough goodwill with the network over the years that they will come back to me if there is another Twins Game they are broadcasting in future seasons.

There are three things, by the way, that I have to point out about this offer I just said no to.  First of all, like last Year's gig, they are coming here late in the season.  Target Field is spectacular during the summer, and maybe even around Memorial Day.  Nothing is precluding them from showing a Game then, when I'm not worried about college football season and can totally work for them.  Besides, I'm scared that, like last season, the Twins will collapse and play like the non-competitive schmucks they were when they lost that Twins Game I did work last season.  Second of all, a college football season usually starts Labor Weekend.  This gig I declined is the Saturday before Labor Weekend.  It just so happens that my alma mater's team is playing what they call a "Week 0" Game this Year.  If this were any other season, I could probably work it, goddammit.

And finally, I have to point out this irony: I responded to this e-mail about 4 1/2 hours after the requestor sent it.  I shouldn't berate myself so much because if you're not friends with yourself, you're in a world of trouble, but it took me a day and a half to respond to the Gopher job, which I can work and which I in all honesty lucked into finding because I was afraid I missed this offer I thought was coming my way.  However, this silent treatment makes me think I was too late in answering.  The guy asking me to work the Twins Game urged me to reply quickly because he was about to ask other people.  The person offering me the Golden Gopher job didn't say that, but by not responding to my reply either last week or Monday, I'm afraid that he has already asked other people, and someone said yes.

I think I will e-mail them again overnight.  I don't want to sound desperate, but I kind of am.  And hey, I need to know if I need to clear my schedule at work to work the Gophers that week.  This production has always been good and getting back to me on offers I have said yes to.  Why they haven't on this very important (to me) gig (full circle wording that ties this essay together) worries the hell out of me.

Just gonna throw this out there: When males get sexually aroused, their penises get hard, and when females get sexually aroused, their nipples get hard.  It's not quite a like-for-like similarity, but a woman's vagina cannot get erect (it, well, gets wet), and so you can't see its, uh, hardening.  But just like a man's bulge stretching his pants, a woman can show her randy mindset (or at least that they're cold) by wearing a tight shirt.  (It helps, I guess, if a woman isn't wearing a bra, either; a woman not wearing a bra out in public is most likely tipping off that her mindset is already pretty randy).

I am thinking this because I'm looking at Zishy a lot (it's at zishy dot com).  Every other day there is a new pictorial featuring a woman who likely ends up getting naked in a private space.  But the spread usually starts off with her flashing in public, and one of the first preview photos (you'll have to subscribe to see the whole roll) usually is a shot of her facing the camera with her top on, but with her nips poking through.  Because, you see, she's excited to show her breasts pretty soon.

God, I want to bite into a woman's hard nipples so hard.

Well, We've Legalized It ... And I Don't Like It

As of today, August 1, marijuana is legal.  And call me a Republican if you want, but I am scared to even leave the house right now.

I equate it (somewhat; I still kind of think pot is a gateway drug, don't @ me) to another sin that has run rampant nationwide, gambling.  I do not like governmental sanction of these sins because it gives people license to do bad things that eventually will hurt other people.  And I am paranoid, but only a little bit, that once the clock struck midnight, people all over this fuckin' state blazed one up and are now walking around the neighborhood spewing that rancid-ass odor all over the place.  I plan on seeing Oppenheimer tonight, and I'm sure I'll smell pot smoke in there, too, 'cause hey, it's legal now!  And I am scared, truly scared, that I'll be driving and will get hit by some dumb asshole who's high and just rolled through his red light.

I really don't like it.  I feel we won't be safe anymore, and I'm pretty certain much more of my day will be ruined because people are smokin' up wherever and whenever the hell they want to -- even though the law states that weed-smoking is confined to certain places, and the default is that marijuana remains illegal in public spaces.  That differentiation, the idea that you can't just do it anywhere and anytime, is lost on the stupid people who live among me.  It'll be fucking everywhere, all it once, and possibly forever.