I’m suffering from Cowboys Fatigue, and Romomalaise.
Rawlins Gilliland@ October 13th, 2008 at 9:02 am
1) Ah, it was just a bad break at the end of a sloppy game. Like fathering a kid with a one-night stand. Now: You can rise to the occasion the morning after. Or you can make a Pac-Man with the devil.
Daniel@ October 13th, 2008 at 9:51 am
I’m suffering from Amanda confusion. I know I’m not the first to mention it, but — how many Amandas are there? We know amandacobra as a discrete entity, a sassy, late-20s-ish East Dallasite, a breezy bon-vivant, as she’d be the first to admit, at least under duress. Then there is amanda; “the amanda”; “the other amanda”; and finally, “another amanda.” Adding to the confusion is that the Seemingly Primary Amanda (who probably but not definitely is “sometime D contributor” Amanda Tackett) seems to have two personalities — one thoughtful and articulate, the other overbearing and inchoate. Thus, I’m not sure even the Primary Amanda is a single human organism, let alone the other amanda.
By Thanksgiving I predict we will all be one amanda or another — and it frightens me.
Primary Amanda@ October 13th, 2008 at 9:56 am
Daniel, agreed. Too many Amandas. A travesty. A sham. A conspiracy which only fuels the current economic crisis.
KRM@ October 13th, 2008 at 5:24 pm
good read below that may help you heal your bout of suffering. lots to be thankful for, if you can clear out the negative brainwashing from the MSM:
FrontBurner® launched in March 2003, the first blog in Dallas run by a media organization. This is where the editors of D Magazine come to admit they used steroids -- but only to recover from injury, never to enhance their performance.
Best suffering, worst suffering, we are all suffering.
What are you suffering from, John B, BDS?
IBS?
Suffering? Really? John you are actually suffering? Can you tell us more about your plight?
I’m suffering from Cowboys Fatigue, and Romomalaise.
1) Ah, it was just a bad break at the end of a sloppy game. Like fathering a kid with a one-night stand. Now: You can rise to the occasion the morning after. Or you can make a Pac-Man with the devil.
I’m suffering from Amanda confusion. I know I’m not the first to mention it, but — how many Amandas are there? We know amandacobra as a discrete entity, a sassy, late-20s-ish East Dallasite, a breezy bon-vivant, as she’d be the first to admit, at least under duress. Then there is amanda; “the amanda”; “the other amanda”; and finally, “another amanda.” Adding to the confusion is that the Seemingly Primary Amanda (who probably but not definitely is “sometime D contributor” Amanda Tackett) seems to have two personalities — one thoughtful and articulate, the other overbearing and inchoate. Thus, I’m not sure even the Primary Amanda is a single human organism, let alone the other amanda.
By Thanksgiving I predict we will all be one amanda or another — and it frightens me.
Daniel, agreed. Too many Amandas. A travesty. A sham. A conspiracy which only fuels the current economic crisis.
good read below that may help you heal your bout of suffering. lots to be thankful for, if you can clear out the negative brainwashing from the MSM:
http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=53028