After an intolerable five days in the desert, the Sox and the hated Goat Fuckers return to the sandlot tonight. In the meantime, here are more uber-arcane stats on those two teams than anyone could possibly ever work into a conversation.
I got about 10 or 12 of my kids to read the Percy Jackson books this past year. Thanks to an upcoming movie adaptation, I can be sure that that success will not be duplicated.
Why do they let Chris Columbus direct things? "President's Day 2010"? Oh, boy, I'll mark my calendar for a vague date in February that no one is really aware of to go buy my tickets for The Lightning Thief! And wasn't Percy supposed to be 12 in the first book? That kid's not 12. According to IMDB, he's 17. 17-year olds generally can't play 12 convincingly.
There was a great bit on Colbert the other day about a Tennessee state senator (I think state) introducing a bill to allow guns into bars. I don't think I get into this often on this site (not as often as my other hang-ups), but I'm sure from my other political ramblings, you can deduce that I'm not a big fan of guns. Well, forward to the second segment of this link and that pretty much sums up right there what I think of guns and the people who love them.
2.0 and I are going to Portland next week, and if we run into Carrie Brownstein, I have no idea what I will do with myself. Here Carrie is buying her first Phish CDs as part of a sociology experiment for NPR's monitor mix blog.
I had a few problems getting the Vimeo to play the whole through, so I hope it works better for you guys.
I got a 14 on this Saved by the Bell quiz. And I aced this one on the Simpsons softball episode, which is good, because it's my favorite episode ever. I wrote a paper on it in high school. That's a good place to send us off for the weekend.
I presume you mean Portland, Oregon. Not Maine. And if you do go to Portland, OR, take a day and head out to the Oregon coastline. I am particularly fond of Seaside and Tillamook, for their fine, fine cheese.