Jessful Blegworthiness!

That's Jess, would-be Fleabus nemesis if Fleabus gave more than an annoyed fuck. Jess climbs in your lap to cuddle, then starts snurfling your arm - snurfle snurfle snurfle - then starts drooling on you until you shoo her off. She's sweet, stupid.

When blegweariness sets in, I strive to drive readers away, and the short-term and long-term prospects are excellent! This Saturday marks the dual start of intense blegging of NO INTEREST! to ninety-five percent of you! *!wOOt!*

Short-term, we're renting a car and driving - driving? - to Ningland so Planet can visit Wesleyan and Connecticut College and Clark University in Worchester MA, and be assured, I'll be taking photos of all the respective clock towers as well as insulting Connecticunts and Massholes! I've a bunch of regular readers in those two states, so tune in while I piss you off!

(Don't worry midwestern readers: we'll be doing Carleton and Grinnell and Earlham and Oberlin this summer!)

Long-term? United's season starts this coming Saturday. You're lucky to a point: because United achieved  Kevin Payne's goal of suckitude last season, United won't be playing as many games this season, avoiding the hideous fate of fixture-cluster that awaits teams that stupidly win something. Don't sigh in relief - that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop obsessing over left-footed defenders and the lack of a genuine ten.

By the way, no one has yet thanked me for my sillyass Ba'al-taunting, solely responsible for MLS players and ownership reaching a deal and avoiding a strike. You're welcome.

And just because: