July 21st, 2006

Bruce, Caroline

It Pays to Pay Attention

You football fans will be able to follow me here. If you're not a football fan, hopefully my explanation will make sense anyway.

Fifty seconds from the end of the game. Bombers are ahead, but just by three points, but if they're careful they can run out the clock. Kevin Glenn, our quarterback, throws an interception. Edmonton runs it back to our twenty yard line, and with plenty of time on the clock, they are set up to score the game-winning touchdown. Can our defense hold? No, in this case, they can't. With fifteen seconds left to go, Edmonton scores the touchdown, and go ahead of the Bombers.

At this point, since I know there's no way the Bombers can salvage the game, I turn off the radio, say good-night to the person I'm chatting with online, and hit the pillow, content that we at least put in a good effort. But all was not over on the football field, as I was to discover this morning when I woke up.

So, we're back at the game. Edmonton has just scored a touchdown with fifteen seconds to go, putting them ahead of us. We need a touchdown, a field goal won't do it. Last play of the game, Edmonton is blitzing. Kevin Glenn hits Milt Stegal with a 100-yard hail Mary pass. Stegal runs the ball in for a touchdown (our field is 110 yards), and the Bombers snatch victory from what seemed, at least to this fan, like certain defeat. the upshot? A third of the way through the season, the Bombers' record is sitting at 4 wins, two losses. Given our record for all of last year was 5 wins, 13 losses, this turnaround season for the Bombers is nothing short of exciting to the power of exhilarating!
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Bruce, Caroline

The Joy of Babbling

Ask anyone who's talked to me and they'll tell you I have a bit of a tendency to babble. You probably figured that much out from reading these journal entries, or from my journal entries cluttering up people's "friends" pages. Yes, I babble, both verbally and literarily.

Babbling serves many purposes, Right now, quite frankly, procrastination is being served by this babbling. I'll just keep writing on and on about nothing in particular, Hey, it's how I got through college. Pick a subject, any subject. Then sound as if you know whereof you speak. You do that for nine pages, widen your margins just a bit. increase line-spacing infinitesimally, and a really flashy title, and you've got your ten-page essay on 8-Track Tapes: Their Role, Their Legacy, Their Future or House Flies of the World in Peace and War.

Then there are the times I truly want to make a good impression on someone who impresses me. This, my friends, is where babbling can turn dangerous. "Hi, I'm Bruce. ... Oh really? Nice to meet you. ... Yeah, I know, and it reminds me of the time I was in third grade and I was asked to read the Hawaiian translation of War and Peace ..." or something. By the time the conversation's over, the other person, far from being impressed with my vibrant personality, charm and unparalelled wit, is wishing I'd find the nearest bridge and throw myself off of it to the benefit of all and sundry.

I always figured the gift of babble would come in handy should I ever attain my dream-career in radio. But I missed a valuable point. You're supposed to "babble" about something. Memories of "mud puddles I have known in my childhood" don't count as cutting edge news. They want some of this substance stuff. Who'da thunk it?

And now I've discovered Live Journal. A chance to babble and to put it online pretending people read it. Does it get any better than this?

All the above forms of babbling have one thing in common, the utter lack of subject matter. For example, I remember a time when I was twelve. I had no idea what I was talking about, you see, and ... forget it. I'll babble out my childhood memories some other time.

N.B. there was no such incident as the twelve-year-old one to which I alluded in the previous paragraph. It was used to make some species of point, though just what that point might be is something of a mystery>
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