Failure of the Day: Love’s Labors
The Überbowl is still several hours away, so of course I have no idea who will win. Most of the pundits say the Seahawks don’t have a chance, but they’ve been saying that for damn near every game in their 13 and 3 season. And still nobody thinks they have a chance. But as Mr. Lloyd Dobbler says: That’s the beginning of every great success story.
Let us now turn our attention to the web log of one randomly selected Seahawks fan, found here. Note the five long and detailed and meticulously linked entries. Those of you who use blogger know how long it takes to embed links, let alone links with additional text formatting. This plucky young fellow embedded about 100 of them. And I happen to know that he embedded them during the hours of 2 and 4 AM, and that he was drunk at the time. Yes. His face was very pink, he often chuckled secretly to himself, and he adorably stuck the wee tip of his tongue out when he concentrated particularly hard.
One can’t help but be impressed by this—one has tried, and found that one truly cannot help but. It is my belief that true love is not measured in passion alone, but also in enduring devotion. This hard-working and earnest fan, like the nervous fliers who believe that they will arrive safely only if they keep a clear picture of the airborne plane in their minds for the duration of the flight, as though holding it up by the power of their will alone, has certainly done his part.
Again; I don’t know if the beloved ’Hawks will win, but if they don’t, I do know that it won’t be for lack of will.
Let us now turn our attention to the web log of one randomly selected Seahawks fan, found here. Note the five long and detailed and meticulously linked entries. Those of you who use blogger know how long it takes to embed links, let alone links with additional text formatting. This plucky young fellow embedded about 100 of them. And I happen to know that he embedded them during the hours of 2 and 4 AM, and that he was drunk at the time. Yes. His face was very pink, he often chuckled secretly to himself, and he adorably stuck the wee tip of his tongue out when he concentrated particularly hard.
One can’t help but be impressed by this—one has tried, and found that one truly cannot help but. It is my belief that true love is not measured in passion alone, but also in enduring devotion. This hard-working and earnest fan, like the nervous fliers who believe that they will arrive safely only if they keep a clear picture of the airborne plane in their minds for the duration of the flight, as though holding it up by the power of their will alone, has certainly done his part.
Again; I don’t know if the beloved ’Hawks will win, but if they don’t, I do know that it won’t be for lack of will.
posted by Nancy @ 10:40 AM
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