Two Posts in One Day

Yet again Joe Sheehan says it better then I'll ever say it.

When Manny Ramirez hits his 500th home run, I’ll cheer. I won’t be cheering just a round number; I’ll be cheering a man who has made baseball fun to watch, and whose talents I have enjoyed for more than a decade. When Ken Griffey Jr. rakes number 600, I will do the same, again appreciating not a moment, but all the moments that led up to this one. Don’t get caught up in the “00”; get caught up in a game that gives us such wonderful talents to appreciate.

You should really be reading Baseball Prospectus. A stat heavy website with a ton of heart.


This distance from me to you, and this thin line just won't reach

Indian Jones and the Crystal Skull

Is it odd that the least preposterous thing in the whole move were the aliens? I mean I knew about them going in, and figured, that no way could this film be good, and it wasn't. However, I was not prepared for them to be more believable then damn near everything else in the film.


"...and we only steal from the greatest books..."

Back at work

I have been off work the past 4 days, and it was glorious. I have had this really strange nagging feeling the whole, day, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I think a Hellbender song just summed it up, "Reduce the world to a six inch space, right in front of your face, and you can be the king of everything that you survey."

I don't have any clue how that actually applies to my day, but some how it felt about right. Of course it could have to do with the 20 amateur coding mistakes I have made today.

For those scoring at home Hellbender is a pretty poppy band who later formed bands such as Milemarker, Challenger, and some other stuff.

Less yelling more singing

I do not do a good job paying enough lip services to the bands I love who do not scream their heads off. I am sorry about that. Care if I try and fix it a little bit? Would that be ok with you?

Pinback


The American Analog Set


Des Ark


The Softies

I Offer With Coment

Everyday it feels like another piece of my childhood is sold off to the lowest bidder. It seems today is no different.

I don't care if it's over the top

I love the pedro the line lyric, "My old man always swore that hell would have no flames. Just a front row seat to watch your true love pack her things, and drive away."

I mostly like it, b/c he's about the only musician who sings about the Jeebus, who doesn't turn my stomach.