Annual update: read it today and for the next 12 months.
What is up, all. I bring tidings of France, and of the French. As you know, they are a proud people, and their recent loss to the Koreans has angered up the blood. With no Zidane or Abidal for the upcoming match, their fate rests in the hands of the Togolese (the Togans? the Toganians? In any case they hail from the planet Togo). Another fine showing by the Koreans, we can all agree. They scurried hither and thither and scored an ugly looking goal on pure heart.
As for the Americans, I didn't see the match, but I heard there was blood and red cards and an own-goal, which is the recipe for a good game.
I also bring tidings of me. Like the Canadian moose of yore, I rear my antlered head at the most unexpected of times, delivering yuletide cheer at the onset of summer. All is well. France is still French, despite my most heartfelt efforts to infiltrate and Americanize their ranks. The dude abides. He is also looking forward to a nice vacation somewhere hot, with some old friends who are interested in traveling a bit. Who is up for a holiday? It could be a European vacation. I could call up my buddy Anthony Michael Hall (I don't think he's that busy) and we could head to Wally World. Seriously, I'm thinking South America, or Greek Islands. If anyone else feels the urge for Eurotrash and discoteques, I expect you to e-mail or call. Speaking of call, I'm trying out this Skype thing, and I've almost got it working. Never you mind that I don't have a headset and that I've fused together a tennis ball and carot to form a makeshift microphone, just try to call me (andrewsfc) and maybe we'll be able to chat.
Continuing the trend of Andrew being one or more steos behind the times, why don't I tell you about my outdated pop-culture intake. I no longer bed down with Colbert and Stewart on a nightly basis. Instead I've gone back in time to follow Aaron Sorquin's liberal triumph 'The West Wing', as well as the short-lived series 'Arrested Development', which featured the triumphant return of Jason Batemen to the small screen (How far he's come since the Hogan Family). Was that the one with Mrs. Poule, that matronly authority with the red face I knew so well? I bet you weren't expecting a Mrs. Poule reference, but that's what you're getting. If my memory serves, she was also Ed Begley's secretery in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
And then there's 'Lost', which deserves its own post but will probably never get one. I'll just say that Mr. Eko and his psalm-encrusted stick bludgeoned its way into my dreams on more than one occasion. Did you know that that guy was in the 50 cent movie, playing some Canadian Nigerian druglord? I might have made that up.
As far as music goes, I have discovered the synth-rock stylings of the Killers, and I am a fan. They have taken a prominent place on the on-the-go playlist of myheart. Lastly, I have effectively ended my social life by purchasing a modified X-box. Now I have 150 reasons never to leave my apartment burnt to cds.
So much for pop-culture. The job goes well, there was a recent firing and there will be a forthcoming hiring to attend to. My team is very understaffed, and I look forward to finding someone to help out fast. The weather is finally coming around. We went from rainy and windy to stifling and polluted in the last two weeks. By the way, all are welcome to visit. The fabulous weather is just one incentive.
That's about the size of it.
