I have decided there are more than enough blogs dedicated to the press, politicking, kiteflying, porkbarreling, filibustering, pomp, and circumstance in Peoria. Therefore, I will write about whatever the hell I want from now on. Sometimes it may be politics, sometimes it may be sports, sometimes it may be me enjoying the sound of my own voice.

Another Cannonball coming. Plans for BWW followed by a fireside chat with Uncle E-Dub at the fire pit. Come one, come all, but don’t come empty handed. We will be at the BWW in EP, not PIA. It’s closer to home, and the waitresses are much better looking. Look for CROWN on the trivia, usually somewhere near the top.

The car is in the shop again. Hopefully, it’s just a layshaft or CV problem. At worst, it will be a new transmission problem. Nothing like dumping money into a car I’m still upside-down on.

Update from last weekend: The swelling has gone down, and I stopped being so dizzy after Monday. However, I will not be taking any more headers off of patio railings onto stairs.

Quotes of the week:
Brando, Thursday morning:
“I was just thinking about something. Last night, why were we hiding from cars?”

Random commenter on Deadspin:
“You lived in the desert? Are you John the Baptist?”

In other news, Mo Clarett is wanted by the Israeli Mob aka the Jerusalem Group. That would explain why he was driving around with a hatchet, wearing a bulletproof vest. Only the Jews could make their organized crime syndicate sound like an investment firm.