ok, so my big ‘boston vs. houston in the world series and presidential race’ half-baked cosmological theory seems not to have come to fruition.
ah well.
boston vs. st. louis?
that, uh, sounds pretty exciting, huh.
it does seem like an anti-climax after the playoffs.
wait, am i really writing about sports again?
i guess it’s a seasonal thing.
i guess that one’s allegiance to a sports team made a bit more sense to me when the players on the team actually tended to come from the city where the team was based.
i.e-when manchester united players were actually from manchester or it’s surrounding environs.
but it’s still exciting when a new york team wins it’s respective championship even if most of the players aren’t actually from new york.
well, most new yorkers are not actually from new york, so who are we to complain/pass comment?
see, i’m just rambling.
what sort of woosie have i become?
it’s 1:30 in the morning and i’m tired.
no self-respecting musician gets tired at 1:30, right?
ok, in a fit of self-disrespect i’m going to sleep now.
moby

i’m so annoyed…
i had been invited to the white house correspondents dinner, but because i’m in europe doing promotional stuff i couldn’t go.
ah well. i just think it would’ve been wonderful to see ozzy and w. in the same room together.
and to see the picture of dick cheney peeing on the door to his office.

but i’m in rome and it’s a lovely, sunny day and i’m going to go for a long walk, so i guess i can’t really complain too much.
-moby