Dream

I am in a baseball card store which is really my room when the Ripken brothers walk in, Cal and Billy. We share laughs, I'm very confident and sociable with them and I'm feeling very underwhelmed by the Ripkens because, though I respect Cal and all that he's done, I was never a fan of the Orioles. I tell them that I have Billy Ripken's error card (which I do in real life) and we talk about how the card-collecting industry tried to play off the writing on the bottom of Billy's bat as saying "Rick Face" instead of "Fuck Face". I also go on and on about loving the version I have, despite it being the least collectible, because Fleer attempted to cut it out with a machine and in doing so missed it and it was perfectly legible on the knob of Billy's bat.

The dream then fast forwards and Billy is gone and it's just me and Cal in my room reading. Cal Ripken then suggests we go for a walk, and we do, but now he's turned into George Brett who I absolutely adore and admire as a baseball player. The dream then turns into some fuzzy sunshiney montage of happiness where me and George Brett are jogging, playing racing games, and he teaches me how to catch despite the fact that he's a 3rd baseman. Imagine that, some alpha male baseball player teaching me how to "catch".

Anyways, then George Brett asks me if I know any other baseball players. I start telling him how Barry Bonds was my stepfather in the early 90's when he was with the Pirates (this is true, in the dream) and that Willie Mays would attend my holiday functions (since he is Barry's godfather). The whole thing about Willie and Barry underwhelms me though what does excite me is gossiping to George Brett that the late Kirby Puckett was an astronomical asshole and that Mike Schmidt was very kind and loving but also a bit of a primadonna (It's not untill right now as I type this that I realize, telling George Brett that Mike Schmidt is a primadonna, is a baseball in-joke). There was also another baseball player who I was extremely close to, actually, but of course I can't remember him right now.

Dedicated To Two Very Special People I Only See On Weekends...

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You Look Like...

A couple of weeks ago, Angel told me a game she plays at work using everybody's favorite search engine Google, and though the level of childishness is unmatched... I like it.

Edit, from what I've been told, everyone's been doing this game, fuck off, still fun...

So to keep things light and to reverse my blog's tone... here are the very simple rules. Open up your google... type in the search field "Eric looks like" (Or any name you chose, don't forget the quotes). You can either be fair and take the first description that comes up, or you can pick your favorite good/or bad quote. Since I'm fair, I'll list the first one that comes up for me:

"Eric looks like a very dirty Sunday School Jesus-clown who teaches children about Christ through humor and balloon sculptures."

Some others, unfairly selected:

"Chanelle looks like a bloke in drag... "

"Ed looks like Ben Affleck with down syndrome."

"Laughlin looks like a tough guy but talks like he has a Muppet in his mouth."

"Gary looks like he has an eating disorder and he's usually pretty attractive."

"Son looks like a fag to me."

:D

So of course this begs the obvious question...

What the hell are people writing about the people they know in their blogs?