March Madness

I love how they call it that. Like, yeah, let's get mad about the college sports season; and forget about other stuff. Not literally, of course. That would be disastrous. Like forgetting to send results to your professor for review. I tend to take the literal meaning of acronyms like A.S.A.P. Yeah, when you say it like that, it sounds like something you want done Right Now. But if you expand it, it means, do it as soon as possible. See how much more relaxed that sounds? Maybe that's why people use it like a word in conversation these days: I want that report Ayesap.

Knowing how these things work, I can now say (to no one in particular, because I'm a very lonely person) that I want my next vacation to come asap. I miss home-cooked meals. I live in a home and can (ahem) cook, but it's just not the same. Home-cooked meals are meals you want to eat, not tomatoes floating in slightly spicy water and overcooked rice. I hope my one and only reader won't be put off by this. All I can say is: you brought this on yourself. You should have considered the consequences of eventually living with me when you signed that paper. [Now, in case I am wrong and more than one person reads this blog for whatever reason, just ignore that last line].

I tried playing stick tennis today. I have played tennis on a PS3 before, so having my ass handed to me is not a new experience. I try not to let that happen in real life, with a reasonably high success rate. It was infuriating to be on the receiving end of 4 aces in a row. I mean who does that automaton think he is? Ivo Karlovic? I wonder if he knows it's illegal to even drive a car at 251 km/h. I meant Karlovic, not the computer. The computer really doesn't need that kind of fire-power to outclass me- yet. I can never give up on lost causes. I have a feeling I'll be playing a lot more of that game in the coming weeks. Till I get a game. Maybe even a set. So watch out for me, computer man.