Super Bowl 60 is tomorrow and yet again, I will not be watching the game, as I have zero interest in the game itself, as well as all the related festivities.
I don't give a damn about the commercials and I sure as hell don't give a fuck about Bad Bunny's sorry ass and his shitty music. I really don't care who wins the game either, as I don't have a proverbial dog in that fight. Having said that, maybe I wouldn't mind if the Seattle Seahawks were to win the game. Their quarterback is Sam Darnold, who went to the University of Southern California like I did, and so I wouldn't mind seeing a fellow Trojan do something spectacular, like win a Super Bowl. I have nothing against the New England Patriots, but their quarterback is not a USC product. Drake Maye came out of the University of North Carolina and while I will wear their powder blue colors all day, I don't have any rooting interest for him and his team. Regardless, after tomorrow, the 2025 NFL season will come to an end and I can revert my focus back to Major League Baseball and the coming 2026 season.
I can't say that management at the office is any closer to solving the whole marijuana problem that came to light this past week. The prevailing thought is that someone with security is probably responsible for bringing that scent into the office, specifically the men's restroom. Management ran badge scans to see who's entering the building and when, and from the looks of things (I don't know how management reached this conclusion as far as timing), it would appear that someone who works on Friday night and/or early Saturday morning might be the culprit. Incidentally, I happen to be one of the people who comes into the office early on Saturday morning, though I've been told that I am not a suspect. Well damn, that's a fucking relief. I don't smoke marijuana as it is and even if I did, I wouldn't be dumb enough to do that shit in or anywhere near the office. No one's being accused of using marijuana in the office (maybe not just yet), so the current wording being thrown around is that someone might be using marijuana along the exterior of the building and then entering the building. I don't know if I care how the smell in getting inside the office. I just hope that the scent doesn't get any stronger than it already is. I want to say that the smell is dissipating, but for whatever the reason, it still hasn't completely gone away. Like many of the dumber workers in the office, that marijuana scent is still there. I don't either disappearing any time soon.
I really need to figure out how to put photos into my entries. I know that I do just fine using words, but I think that photos would give my entries a little more flair, a bit more pizzazz. Photos might even allow for members of the illiterate and barely literate communities to enjoy my entries. I'm not one of those people who is a champion for inclusion, diversity, equality, and all of that related bullshit, but if people happen to like photos over words, why not at least appease those folks?
I was going through the pantry last week and found a can of baked beans that had apparently expired in February 2025. Clearly, I need to be more efficient in eating food in the pantry. See, that's all well and good and I just wrote two sentences about said can of expired beans, but if I had a photo of those beans along with the actual expiration date, that would've made this entire paragraph much more flavorful and likely more palatable than the very beans I just wrote about. I'm not lying or embellishing about those beans and the expiration date on the can, but a photo would be harder to dispute and might even make me seem that much more credible.
Jay was telling me yesterday that someone recently stole his banking information. I didn't bother to ask him how they did it, how much money they took from him, or what he did not remedy the situation. I didn't need to know all those details anyway. By asking him all those questions, it makes him relive that entire situation and I'd rather not subject him to that. All he told me that someone had called him and somehow managed to spoof his bank's phone number, so when the bank's number popped up on his caller ID, he bought it and I guess he gave them some information during that call that he probably shouldn't have. Jay's a smart guy, normally, but I guess he wasn't thinking that hard when he got that call from his "bank". I typically don't bother to answer my phone when it rings, so I think I'm in the clear.
As I was perusing some of the various entries on the front page here on Prosebox, as I do from time to time, I stumbled upon a particularly lengthy entry, one that generally didn't say much (as tends to be the case), but which happened to make reference to someone balking about the apparent advertisements on Prosebox and how these advertisements are "too much". This particular user then proceeds to note that the complaining PB user writes about how they spend upwards of $1,500 dollars on hair extensions and how they have $10,000 of disposable income every month, but yet can't spend $5.00 dollars per month to support Prosebox. What the fuck difference does it make how people choose to spend their money? I, like most people, will spend my money in whatever way I see fit. I will never spend any money towards hair extensions, much less anything over $1,000, though I spend between $40 to $50 every four to six weeks on a haircut. That same week, I might spend $200 on video games. If the old Honda needs service or even general maintenance, I will not bat an eye and drop $1,200 on it to keep it, or get it back up and, running. Giving $5.00 a month to Prosebox? Fuck that. I'm good. The day I perceive spending five bucks on anything as being a flex is the day that I go find a job and/or ask Dad to finance any of my upcoming endeavors. Hey Dad, you gotta couple bucks? The latest issue of Mad Magazine is out. Maybe I can dip into Dad's wallet while he's asleep and grab some money to buy me a Mountain Dew and a Snickers bar?
I dunno. That's all I have for now.
Being that Dad's not around, maybe I'll go through the couch and rifle for loose change?
That Mountain Dew actually sounds pretty good right about now. Baja Blast, here we come.
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