I know for a fact that Hansy hasn't seen the series finale of Six Feet Under, but I'm gonna go on about it anyway. Hans, avert your eyes....
Holy crudballs. I haven't wept like that in a long time. There was no one thing in particular that made me weep. I guess it was just the overall sadness of it. I dunno. I actually kinda liked the way they wrapped it up. I was thinking that maybe they would give us the written version of everyone's ending (the way they do in non-fiction movies), but I kinda liked how they did that. My only thing... Claire living to be 102?!?!?! I doubt that very much. I also doubt very much that she would have married that Ted dude. What do you think?
In other news, despite my inactivity on these pages, I've been getting lots of google search hits. Here's some of the new ones:
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Sadly, nothing raunchy. Not even anything suggestive. None of the usual "black girls butts" or "girls shaking their asses" or "roman gladiator helmet" or "full frontal crash test". Incidentally, I don't think I've ever written about Vijay Singh or Phil Mickelson, so I don't know how that one came back.
Last night, I had a wicked awesome time at our neighborhood park. A bunch of us gathered there to play whiffle ball. We actually managed to gather enough to where there were five players to a squad. My team got decimated. I think it's gonna be a regular Sunday night thing, but I'd be surprised if we can duplicate the feat of getting 10 players. I hope so, but a few of the people there were marginal characters. I wouldeven go so far as to call two of the players "guest stars".
After the whiffle ball, we partook of the kiddie playground and, of course, the beer we brought with us. Yes, it's illegal to have alcohol in a city park, but we're so bad-assed that we don't give a damn what John Law has to say. That's how we roll.
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