Quick Thoughts - Hump Day

I am trying a new feature out here at the FYC. When I run posts which are neither subject heavy, nor overly thought ridden (mainly Quick Thoughts type columns), I would like to propose a certain song which you should listen to in order to enhance your FYC experience.

Right now, in order to fully experience this post, you should be listening to "Sheep" by Pink Floyd. Just click on that link. It's that easy. And it greatly increases you reading enjoyment.

Trust me.

It does.

Some good thoughts concerning Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito (and family) are being kicked around by the good people over at The Airing of Grievances.

I'm still wondering...is Sammy's daughter old enough to be considered a fox or does that just make me plain old creepy?

Also, how about Bill Clinton's hand seeming to be resting upon her nubile shoulder? I, for on, love it.

Also, did you happen to catch a glimpse of Mark Cuban's sport coat last night? It looked as if it was made out of felt, and it had a Mav's logo in the middle of the back, surrounded by the words "I LOVE THIS GAME."

I'll give at least 35 cents (American!) for a picture of that glorius sports jacket.

The Association thought that only the players had a hard time dressing like decent human beings in a professional enviroment. I suppose their dress code ombudsman should have seen problems with Mark Cuban coming from miles away. I'm pretty sure everyone else (or at least Deadspin) did.

Now, that will teach those starched shirts and their dress code!

The NBA....it's FANTASTIC!

I'm leaving for Peoria this afternoon and will be gone for a few days, so don't be shocked if you don't hear from me the rest of the week.

Although, I will try as hard as possible to entertain you come Friday as you get through your last-day-of-the-week-afternoon boredom's this week, I can make no absolute promises. I will be staying at my parent's house and all they have...is...dial up Internet!

Yes, it sounds horrible, but I'm sure we will all somehow make it through this most harrowing of experiences.

After all, it does mean free food, and what 25-year old doesn't love that?

Later on down the road, ya'll.

take me with you! Take me with you to this magical place called "Peoria" and take me away from all these crappy people and hippies.
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