Always AFL on Saturdays

Don't question it; it just seems to happen that way in our house. You can guarantee on any given Saturday my brother will play at least one game of footy, and we will watch at least one game of AFL. Unless of course it's summer, in which we play cricket. Though our family is more AFL-obsessed than cricket. And it's another post procrastination, I know. I know.

I woke up around 7, and I found that my brother was on the lounge. It turns out he was up since 3 in the morning, sick. So around 8:30, after breakfast and so on, we left for the doctor's. IT turns out that he has (maybe had) a 'raging ear infection.' And when a doctor refers to something as raging, that's always a problem. We probably should have gone home, but since a) it was Gala Day and b) my Dad's my Dad, we went to the footy. We got there about 9-ish, and EJ starting playing his games. I'm not all that excited by watching 11 year olds running around playing AFL (adults, yes. Kids, no. Not even that much when I was playing.), so I played my DS. A few hours later when it ran out of power (I forgot to charge it overnight), I scrounged around for things to do. I watched a small amount of EJ's game, and when that got boring (considering he was almost completely out of it, being sick and all, it wasn't too surprising), I started reading the book Mum brought with her, which thankfully was 'New Moon.' I read a bit of that, and Danni Bell also massaged my head for reasons unknown. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining. It was refreshing. Everything also looked blue for a time afterwards.

When we left around 2, and after I got home, I finished off Friday's post, and then went on MSN for a while. Then around 5:30, a few friends came over. Specifically, Paul, Debbie, Alan (EJ's coach) and Ethan (Alan's son). Then we all watched the Blues-Lions game, though EJ fell asleep a bit into the game, and Ethan fell asleep towards the end. I also talked with Debbie about my electives. She should be a politician; she made a persuasive argument, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Huh. Anyway. I might do what she said, but then again, I might not. I went to bed around 10, and here I am, blogging around 2-ish on Sunday.

Time for a list, I think. This one is Bad Lyrics in Good Songs (I thought of it while mowing the lawn on Sunday. All to be explained next post):
*'One Step at a Time' by Jordin Sparks: Bad Lyric: 'It's like learning to fly... It's gonna happen.' Nobody learns to fly; it is not going to happen. Have you ever seen someone fly? No, you have not. It is not going to happen, Jordin Sparks.
*'Just a Song About Ping Pong' by Operator Please: Bad Lyric: 'Just a Song About Ping Pong.' I loved this song when it was on the radio, and I was singing along (badly) to 'Just a Song About People!' I loved that part. When I found out what it was actually about, it changed from good and catchy to retarded and catchy. It's friggin' Ping Pong, Operator Please, and there is no reason to sing a song about it for no apparent reason.
*'Shine On, You Crazy Diamond' by Pink Floyd: Bad Lyric: Silence. Seriously, there is just music for over half the song. I remember listening and going, 'When are people going to start singing?' I get that some songs are made just for music (like classical), but in that case there should be no singing. Not going halfway like Pink Floyd does, and only singing for the last 5 minutes in a 13 minute song (no, really).

Now to comments, 1 from 1 person:
*Anonymous: My guess is Shafi (so I will refer to you in this comment as such). I thought C3 was you, but I wasn't certain. I love my humour as well, though it's rare that others do. Thank you! And thanks also for the compliments, and I'll try not to post too late.

Well, that was my Saturday. Sunday's post may or may not be a long one; we'll see.

Saturdays are fun,
AB