The Steeler Nation Park Place Log

obviously they're a bit frivolous since i'm managing just fine without one, but i can't say there aren't times when i miss having a heat lamp in the bathroom ceiling.

are you always this cynical?
    is it cynical to doubt and to question?  i mean, after all, it's the basis of the scientific method.
well, i don't hear doubt; i hear dismissal.
    — the last templar

flavored with meat.  i can come up with a handful of ideas as to what that entails, not a single one of which is terribly appealing.

do you mind if i ask you a question?
    i won't know until i hear it.
    — carnival of souls

so who's the genius who thought it was a good idea for my cell phone's ring volume to go directly from silent to loud and how does that person not realize that buttons get bumped?  and like my previous phone, they all should be able to be put on silent or vibrate simply by holding a button.  oh, and i also prefer a previous UI which showed how many times people called and not just who called.

are you ever this boring if you're not this boring?
    — me, regarding someone not being able to have a show if he was really this boring

there's no way harrison's overzealousness won't earn him a fine (though i'd love to know what precipitated it), but i still say his fourteen point swing should've been enough for him to share the horse trailer, because, without that, holmes' picture-worthy touchdown would've been just another picture-worthy touchdown.

as an aside, while things didn't quite pan out for an all-pennsylvania super bowl this time around thanks to the so-close-to-cinderella-story-i'm-almost-sorry-for-them cardinals, it *will* happen one of these years.

oh, btw, every team who isn't the 49ers and cowboys needs to step up and get the job done (again).

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