ill...ini

when the cheerleaders scream "ILL", the audience cheers back "INI", which spell Illini and that is where I was on Saturday afternoon. The orange crush and the rabid cult-like fans were an enjoyable aside to the sub-par game. Some may say it was a "good" game, but there was only once or twice where I found myself in awe of a play or a player. The Illini team may be on the top of the polls, but they are no playing championship basketball...in my opinion.

What do I know though? I am not an avid fan of any sport, though I enjoy a good sport now and then. I am anticipating a stellar super bowl and hope the ads do not outweigh the game, nor does the halftime show pop of any extreme controvesy like those of old Janet's tit.

You know, I like tits and wouldn't mind if television was filled with porn 24/7, but you gotta think of the Catholics. I mean, what would they watch if TV broadcasted belly thumping and ass jiggling? Maybe there would be a soft core porn channel for the faint of heart. Maybe we do live in a perfect world where everyone has a channel suited to them.

To make a pointless story pointed, where have all the flowers gone? Yes, it's winter, but it's not like it's snowing. So! the polar ice caps are melting and in a thousands years we will no longer be able to sustain our lives and so! the president is going to give us all a good time tonight. What is it saying about us though? What do we care? Do we care? I'm reading a book about the flattening of the world. I told my cousin, who responded, we need to add shape.

Sha! Pe!