I mowed the lawn this afternoon after the Lions game (I blame Roy Williams and Charles Rogers, both of whom dropped at least two passes). The afternoon high was around 80 F. There was a definite July-esque quality to the atmosphere, between the Sun and the humidity and the sound of neighbors' lawnmowers. Man alive, the Sunday after the Michigan-Michigan State game should be spent wearing a sweatshirt and raking leaves, not sweating your sack off in shorts behind the blasted mower.

In a related item, Indian summer can kiss my assballs.

I'm listening to Mustard Plug's Skapocalypse Now. The Plug has never been my favorite band, but I tell ya, there's just nothing better than third wave ska. Nothing.