Added bonus of today, which is now another blog:
The boss gave me tickets for the Bears-Saints game tonight. I knew this was going to happen, because of the connectional hurricane in my head, after linking a story about the last free game I hit up. Which I will do again, presently. Row 7, bitches. You know what this means? Tonight I must master my control of my surrounding energy, and therefore temperature, because it's gonna be fucking cold.
Also, and if you read that link, does anyone else think it's odd that the last time I got hooked up with sweet seats for a Chicago team, I ran into Governor Blagojavich?