"hello, i am typing here!!"

<dem> oh oh oh!  I have an awesome awesome driving story from yesterday.
<dem> I was behind some chick, while on my motorcycle.. and she is weaving all over.. driving erratically, etc.. so we come up to a stop.. and what is she doing?  Typing on her blackberry.  So, the light changes.. and she is busily typing away.. so I give her a little beep to wake her up.
<dem> She gets angry, and waves the blackberry at me, pointing at it.  Like, "hello, I am typing here!!"
<dem> it was so completely, utterly insane.. I was agog.

"hello, i am typing here!!"

<dem> oh oh oh!  I have an awesome awesome driving story from yesterday.
<dem> I was behind some chick, while on my motorcycle.. and she is weaving all over.. driving erratically, etc.. so we come up to a stop.. and what is she doing?  Typing on her blackberry.  So, the light changes.. and she is busily typing away.. so I give her a little beep to wake her up.
<dem> She gets angry, and waves the blackberry at me, pointing at it.  Like, "hello, I am typing here!!"
<dem> it was so completely, utterly insane.. I was agog.

soccer report

Centavo mostly played well, but lost to division leader Coherent 10-7.  We went to the half down a goal, but Coherent came out strong after the break while our defense was still trying to wake up and buried us with three quick goals, which ended up being the difference.  Two goals i want back: the first one came on a free kick where i positioned the wall, but didn't get back to cover the far half of the goal.  It was well shot and might have gone in anyway, but i never gave myself a chance to stop it.  The other goal was on a breakaway where i tried to poke the ball away instead of launching myself at the attacker's feet; i could hear my teammate Tomás in my head, "¡Sal con huevos!" (no, not "salt with eggs"; in this case, "sal" is the imperative mood for "salir") and he'd be right.

soccer report

Centavo mostly played well, but lost to division leader Coherent 10-7.  We went to the half down a goal, but Coherent came out strong after the break while our defense was still trying to wake up and buried us with three quick goals, which ended up being the difference.  Two goals i want back: the first one came on a free kick where i positioned the wall, but didn't get back to cover the far half of the goal.  It was well shot and might have gone in anyway, but i never gave myself a chance to stop it.  The other goal was on a breakaway where i tried to poke the ball away instead of launching myself at the attacker's feet; i could hear my teammate Tomás in my head, "¡Sal con huevos!" (no, not "salt with eggs"; in this case, "sal" is the imperative mood for "salir") and he'd be right.