Hoff

So I downloaded an iPod-looking skin, which has a very easy, very attractive interface. However, there's a spot for album cover art, just as on a real iPod. I can't figure out how to get that information saved, if it's even possible. This may be a longshot, but does anyone have any idea?

If you get an iPod mini, make sure you properly charge your battery or it'll go south. Also, DON'T RUN WIHT YOUR IPOD. Except Nanos. Run with those all you want to.

The URL is not valid and cannot be loaded. I can't believe this. The room is spinning...

Umm, the third option was "who the hell is UTSU". Isn't that pretty much the same damn thing? Try reading all three choices before making your smarmy little witticism. To be fair, that's not really the same. For example, I know full well who UTSU is, yet I don't give a shit if he was banned or not. See, one means that you don't know who someone is, and one means that you don't care about someone. They're, you know, different things. But hey, don't let rational thought stand in the way of arrogance.

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Why would Cena care? Do the two have a history?

*struts in wearing his NEW SHIRT~!*

Every fan counts. As far as Nathan being better than Eddie...MAYBE. I'd have to look at the career numbers, but Nathan is much more intimidating than Eddie, between his size and his ridiculous heat. Not that Eddie couldn't throw, mind you. Eddie's rep was built on being out there each night, hence the "Everyday Eddie" nickname. Both guys are clutch...in the end, and I know it's the fanboysm talking, but I'd rather have Joe out there.

WTF, fight? No, I did not see that. I was upper deck, right field just into foul territory (above the milk jug). Where was the fight?

You could if you tried harder.

I'll give this more coverage in the next entry. Five minutes earlier and you'd have made tonight. Suffice to say, Piss made one good-ass dessert for him and his on Easter. Or, will make. I don't know.

I don't mean boobs, ALTHOUGH, never let it be said that I'm one to disparage boobs. First game I attended this season is said and done and America's Team was VICTORIOUS! The small-ballers outhit the vile Oakland Athletics to take the game 6-5. Of vastly greater importance is that it was dollar-a-dog night. I had three such hot dogs, slathered all to hell in mustard, and I was a happy little (big) man. I also got a souvenir cup, inching closer to my goal of having the entirety of my beverage containers be Twins cups. I think I netted 5 last year, off of seven games. Hoping to improve on both counts. Going a week from tonight to see the Los Angeles Angles of Anaheim, which, for those keeping score at home, is Spanish for "the the Angels Angels of Anaheim." Nice, huh? But it should be good. If the rotation holds, we're due for Kyle Lohse, which should make things "interesting." "Interesting" is NOT how I like my Twins games, but c'est la vie. The most impressive thing about tonight was watching Joe Nathan pitch. Now, I've seen it more than a few times before, and he usually gets it done. But it's still an experience. He's just unflappable; the Metrodome is fucking LOUD, with everyone on their feet and cheering, and he just ICES fools like his name was Frosty. He didn't hit the 98 miles per hour he did last night, but it was good enough for save #2 and a happy drive home. Not much else to report, save that apparently Best Buy employees save 20% with Cingular, and there's a health club through work I might join for $20/month. I hear it's a pretty big facility, so we'll see. I'm pretty athletic for a fat guy, but I could definitely stand to shed some weight, as well as define the upper body a little. So. May the way of the Hero lead to the Triforce. -Hoff

Wow, your thread SUCKED, bad. Happy birthday, mon ami. I hope it treated you well.

I don't have a problem with the guy at all. Just saying, as I always see him commenting on others while bringing nothing to the table. I mean, I may be an arrogant, dense, jackass, but that's at least something, y'know?

Well, it sucked, but it was something.

I'm begging for StylesMark to do SOMETHING. He's not a joker, he's not witty, he's not arrogant, he's not a jackass, he's not self-depreciating, he's not a nice guy, he's not a gimmick, he's not anything at all. He's not even vanilla; he's dry toast. I don't have anything against the guy, because why would you? But every time he posts, I can't help but wondering if it was really necessary, and when he knocks other posters, I have to ask myself just what this guy brings to the table.

Hornets terrify me. Hornets, wasps, yellowjackets, even plain ol' honeybees. I like bumblebees, though, although their noise will send me running.

Red Sox drool, Twins rule. It's been awhile, but I can do it, unless someone else would like to.

Sorry to hear it.

Lapse in judgement. Plus I'm like Kurt Angle. I try to play heel but I'm just so very popular that I get cheered.

If you don't main event some shows I'm gonna kick your ass.

You have to remember that I'm NOT very good. I can play a whole match (or I could last summer) and I love the game, but that doesn't equate to talent. Uh, omg ban plz? I'll ban YOU! ...Somehow.

That's where my brain pulled it from.

I gotta dust the dirt off my shoulder... *brush* So I was reading through some of the better blogs around here (not gonna name names) and I decided I wanted to try this again. However, there's only so many times I can write about why I like Randy Orton or how great the history of the Intercontinental Championship is. So, I'm gonna try this in a more conventional manner. And if it takes, it takes. Hopefully I'm a pretty interesting guy. If it fails, then all I'm out is a little time. Who could ask for a sweeter deal? All right, so, the first entry of the new blog era. If you read it all the way through, I promise you a noteworthy surprise. DON'T YOU DARE SCROLL DOWN... So, today was pretty awesome. Worked a short day, and the weather was fantastic -- 72 and sunny, with a nice breeze. I immediately came home, changed into shorts, and partook of some Asian delicacies with the roommates. A good time was had by all. Did some spring cleaning when I got home, including busting out my tennis racket. I don't know where my balls are (ha), but I can procure some rather easily (double ha). Looking forward to it. This weekend was great. I drove out to Wisconsin Rapids and saw my dad, who is going to become a priest. Starting in August, the old man (58!) is going to seminary in Boston for FOUR YEARS to become an ordained Catholic priest. It's been a wild experience for the whole family, just sharing it with him, and I'm thrilled for him, even if it's not my scene. He's...you wouldn't say he's born again, but he fell off the path, so to speak, and now he's found it again and you know, it works for him, so great, right? Right. So, anyway, I need to see him as much as possible before the move to Boston. Massachusettes is a much farther drive than Wisconsin. This weekend should ALSO kick ass...hell, the whole week. Twins game on WEDNESDAY with my best friend, new computer arrives on Thursday, and old friends come into town for Easter weekend. Hopefully I'll be wiast-deep in liquor by Friday night. Weather should hold, since I know you all care. A little rain off and on, high 60s and 70s all week. I'm gonna TRY to get a tennis match in next weekend. Wish me luck! A brief wrestling thought, as I watch RAW: Trish Stratus just came out dressed as Mickie and it was HILARIOUS. I'm glad they found something else to do with these two. It makes the show that much better. Okay, I'm done for now. More soon. Oh, and the big surprise. Brace yourselves. Some of you will love this, some will think me a fool. But I'm retiring the account, so no need to keep the secret. I, Mr. Hoff, yours truly....I was Heel Turn. Have a good night!