Friday, October 20, 2006

NYC needs a Heimlich

To Quote Jayson Stark:


ST. LOUIS -- It isn't quite a miracle. And it sure hasn't been a classic. But there's a word for what the St. Louis Cardinals are on the verge of doing to the New York Mets.

History.


That's the only word that works at times like these.

When the calendar says it's October and a team that won 83 games is on the verge of beating a team that won 97 games, that's more than just an upset. It's an upset that slips instantly into the realm of myth and legend.


As much as I loved the historic collapse of the Yankees to put my beloved Red Sox into the World Series, (Ben Harper's song about said event. Chills bitches) this is getting a bit redonkulous. I can't wait to see the new collection of t-shirts and idiotic slogans about the Mets that should be hitting the intarweb in the next few weeks.

The Mets clinched their division what seems like 6 months ago, and now we see them slide into the "realm of myth and legend"

NYC. Choke City.

ahhh fuck em. Go Red Sox.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Who needs sleep?

I'll admit it. I like the Today Show, and I always have. Keep in mind, that means PRE Katie Cutesy Couric and Al, I used to be a fatass, Roker. BRING BACK WILLARD!

It was always a big morning ritual in my house, along with French Toast, and me being so tired that I'd actually get in the shower, sit down, and get 5 extra minutes of warm moist sleep right there.

So it was amusing to me that today's Today Show had a full section on Sleep and Sleep disorders.

The link currently isn't updated with this mornings segment, but to summarize, those of us who get around 6 hours of sleep a night, are firing on about 1/4 the neurons of those lame-asses who get 9-10. In short? I feel like Fluffy below. How am I supposed to keep up with all the random and immature shit I like to do, If I have to get 10 hours of sleep?


Oh. Catching up on the weekend?


Yeah.

Doesn't count. Sonsabitches.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Why the Administration isn't that worried about November.

I'm a Democrat.

Somehow I feel like we're not going to pick up enough seats to win the House/Senate.

Just a hunch.

*sigh*

Hairy Bellafonte.


So I've decided to grow a beard. Again.

It's a usually winter tradition for me, as living in the Boston area without a beard generally leads to constant bitching, whining, and complaining.

Not to mention that my idiotic skin loves to get ingrown hairs, so a beard solves that horrific collection of painful bumpy chinskin.

Wikipedia has a pretty extensive posting on beards (the hair type, not the Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes type) that adds into my usual random information addiction.

Check this shit out.


Now granted, that some poor schmuck sat there, and typed an entire article on the history and immense importance of beards, and while sad and pathetic, it's a hell of a way to waste 15 minutes.

Also, if nothing else? You get amazing illustrations.

I'm diggin on the Anchor.
People tend to think of beginnings as these huge important moments.

Typically? They are mundane.