280 Reigns Supreme!

Check this out: 280 has a fresh wiki-page ... a small shout-out to Lof280 at the very end of the page. Nice. 280 wiki.

Negative Lof280 Content

It looks like I'll be changing jobs soon and forced to use the 101 and/or CalTrain. WTF. I can't cope.

I've been in Tokyo for the past few months, getting my tiny on. I spent last weekend with an old friend in Kyoto.

Does 380 count?

Let's be honest with ourselves, the 380 is just a supersweet extension of the 280. I took this one of a smoking female cabbie. Smoking.  

Sad Saturn

This shot makes me sad ... it must be the Lof280 manning this blue Saturn who isn't even phased by all the natural beauty around her; she longs for her ex-boyfriend in Chicago, a place where there is no 280. Whoa, I just spent a moment pondering a 280-less existence ... how mundane. For all you 280-lovers, check the fog hugging on the greenery in the background ... makes me smile to ride the 280. Everyday. I think this Lof280 needs a lesson in how much greener your grass is sometimes. Actually, I think we all do. Take a look at your grass. Right now. Yeah, I thought so.   

Wireless Access Point?

 


Ok, ok, ok, ok. Ok. Alright. I've heard from many of you asking about the non-Lo280 content recently. I must say that collecting Lo280 content is much more difficult now that I've been driving the 280 solo. But fret not, more is on it's way.

I was configuring my local network settings recently and you know how your PC identifies other wireless access points in the area? Well, I had a little surprise to find that one of my neighbors has taken a bit of creative liberty in naming his (or her ... it could be a her, you never know these things) WAP-router. For what its worth, my WAP is named "Big Bear". It was named "Little Bear" in Boulder. These names are completely arbitrary. I'm curious what all of you have named your Wireless Access Points? 

Tonight, the Chicago White Sox swept the Houston Ass-Stroh's to garner their first World Series since 1917 (yeah, I hope I'm not the only one to notice some serious symmetry here - the Red Sox won last year after not having won since 1918 ... weird. and they also swept too.)

When I was a young lad in '87, I somehow wound up with an overabundance of Houston Astros in my Topps collection. You may recall the Topps '87 collection - wood trim, a nod to a bygone era of baseball - one played in black and white, where the game's greatest player was married to the country's most beautiful and provacative female star, a game my father used to tell me about, in between loud, repeated "KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE BALL!!!"-type of remarks. Yeah, that was my dad's game.

So during the '87 season, I wound up becoming experts on the likes of Jose Cruz, Nolan Ryan, the ubiquitous Dave Smith, Terry Puhl, Ty Gainey, Kevin Bass, Bill Doran, Danny Darwin, Rocky Childress, Dickie Thon ... you see where this is going (especially if you are a fan of the mid-80's Astros). During this time, my Baltimore Orioles were in somewhat of a major league coma, leading me to stray from my first love. The Houston Astros were my mistress. At 10, my dad took me to see them play a 3 game series in Philly. I was awestruck. The Phillies took 2 of 3, but one game, Mike Scott took the mound and reigned supreme on the city of Philly. That nasty fastball combined with his even nastier splitter sent men in green back the bench more times than not. My dad told me if I ever threw the splitter, it would ruin my pitching arm. Yet, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Plus, the Vet was a complete mad house, a crazy joint.

The HOUSED-ton Astros could have used Mike Scott at least one game this series. I was really pulling for some sort of Mike Scott comeback or at least an appearance, but apparently, he's like 50 and probably doesn't give a shit about the Houston Astros, or about my shitty blog. However, one thing Mike Scott CAN NOT deny, is his likeness to Frasier and my buddy's uncle. I don't have pictures of my buddy's uncle, but I do have this totally photoshopped re-imagining of Mike Scott and Frazier. WWMS D? Yeah, you heard me. What would Mike Scott do? I have no clue. Where did he get that nasty splitter. Roger Craig my ass. He made grown men look like little leaguers up there. Damn.

ATTENTION ALL PLAYA'S!!!

JON BOI IS KICKING IT IN CHINA. READ HIS GOT DAMN BLOG

I really like her shirt. Seriously. It's striped. I'm into that kinda thing.

This Lo280's mouth is slightly open. I wonder why?

Dry cleaning? A Lof280 getting it done!