June 27, 2008

Linking Fool Friday

Much of Monday was spent watching George Carlin videos, and I particularly enjoyed the old baseball vs. football routine.

Karl Rove has much nerve calling Barack Obama a snotty guy at a country club. Because Rove himself is a NASCAR-lovin', Wal-Mart shoppin' man of the people.

Too often, folks need to be reminded to turn on their bullshit detectors.

Remember, if you don't open the e-mail, you don't have to acknowledge its contents. Thanks, President Bush, for restoring honor and dignity to the White House.

Lastly, making eye babies? Seriously? I know, I know, it's not cool to make light of other people's religious beliefs...but these mofos are crazy.

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June 25, 2008

The Angels scored six runs in the top of the first

... and that is pretty much all you need to know about last night's Nats game.

But even though it was a blowout, every time you go to a ballgame, you might see something you've never seen before. And last night's game had several such items:

  • A Wily Mo Peņa home run

  • Two clean-up hitters whom an outsider might believe to be Russians

  • Dmitri Young turning an unassisted double play

  • An outfielder coming out of the game with some sort of injury when there was no play in his vicinity. Word today is LoDuca was suddenly light-headed and was taken to the hospital. Our suspicion was that he just didn't want to play for a team getting pounded.

With Hill's crappy outing, I suspected he was still hurt, and today, sure enough. There needs to be a term for when an athlete hides an injury, thinking he can't let his teammates down, but then goes out and performs so poorly he loses the team a game. Happens with pitchers all the time.

I also attended Sunday's non-descript loss to the Rangers with the family in tow. This was supposed to be the kids' jersey giveaway, cancelled due to undisclosed reasons. Either the jerseys didn't come in from China in time, or the sponsor pulled out--and if the latter, the Nats should have stepped up and made it happen, but not with our cheap-ass ownership.

One bright spot from Sunday's game was that when we were out on the concourse, a staff member introduced himself as the concessions manager and asked what we liked in the current concessions (Hard Times, Cantina Marina) and what we wanted to see different (more ice cream carts, because the lines at the ice cream stands get really long). At least somebody at Nationals Park cares about doing their job well.

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Mid-Week Cookie Break

Kermit does not usually aid & abet Cookie's shenanigans so readily.

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June 23, 2008

Swedish Food Monday

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His job was to make up goofy shit

"Let's face it, you don't have time during the week."

My dad had Toledo Window Box and FM & AM on vinyl, and I listened to them at a much younger age than I probably should have. His ability to play with language drew me in immediately. Years later, I would identify with his feelings for humanity in the intro to Brain Droppings: while I love and cherish the individuals that I've met, collectively I find people to be complete morons.

Tonight's forecast: dark. If you don't like the weather, move.

George Carlin R.I.P.

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June 20, 2008

Linking Fool Friday

Lots of stoooopidity on the Interwebs this week. The Poorman engages in one of my favorite sports, bashing Gregg Easterbrook. Norbiz retells the Iraq war using a Happy Furry Puppy Story. The suggestion that increased offshore drilling will immediately cut gas prices in half is, of course, complete bullshit.

Speaking of gas prices, I've seen the ads for Chryslers "$2.99 a gallon guarantee" if you buy one of their cars, and I thought "Won't that just encourage people to drive a lot more than they probably should?" Tom the Dancing Bug agrees.

Lego bricks do not taste like frickin' strawberries!

Sports: Ten years since the Caps lost the Stanely Cup. I was at that game, a bummer to be sure, but then again, it's not every day you get to see the Cup awarded in person, even if it is to the visiting team. Nice gesture by MLB to "draft" Negro League players.

Lastly: Let the penguin FLY!

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June 18, 2008

Cute kid quote of the day

"Go, and do not fail me."
--the wicked fairy Maleficent to her pet raven, sending it to search for Princess Aurora.

"Go, and do not fail us."
--two-year-old Cate, to her mother, after she and her sister requested a drink of water.

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Mid-Week Cookie Break


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June 16, 2008

High tide is higher than it used to be

No posts last week on account of we were at the beach. We went to Bethany again, same house as last year, and man does it beat workin'.

on the beach

I didn't bring the laptop and spent as little time as possible thinking about anything serious. The girls still love the sand and surf, we ate plenty of yummy seafood and ice cream, and Rehoboth's Funland is still awesome.

Mole Whackin'

One thing troubled me, though. Our first day at the beach, there were tide pools, stagnant puddles high on the beach left behind by high tide. The kids enjoyed playing in them, and they didn't last beyond the first day, so I suppose they were related to storms over the weekend rather than a permanent new feature. But my totally unscientific opinion was that high tide was noticeably higher up the beach than last year. Which makes me wonder if in a couple years, it'll be right up on the dunes, and a few years after that spilling out onto the street, and in 20 years high tide will be right over Route 1.

So for everyone who said global warming required more study, or that we should just adapt, or swore that lower-emissions/higher-efficiency cars were absolutely impossible: Think about "No more beach vacations for anyone" for a while. Thanks a lot, assholes!

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Swedish Food Monday

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June 06, 2008

Doubleheader, thwarted

There were freakin' monsoons in the DC area on Wednesday, raining out the Nats and Cardinals and giving us what the team said they wanted to avoid all season: a mid-week day game. I learned of the reschedule early yesterday morning, as I was preparing to leave the house for the day. I already had tickets for the night game, and I was going to be working near the ballpark; maybe, maybe, I could take care of stuff quickly and take the afternoon off.

Um, no. My co-workers pretty well took care of that for me. Reports are that there were maybe a thousand people in the ballpark at first pitch, and yet they still announced the attendance as 27K, presumably the paying crowd from Wednesday night.

I spent most of the pre-game telling my friend how bad the Nats were lately, so of course they charged out to a 7-0 lead. Not sure if this is an awakening for some of the Nationals' bats, or just one lousy opposing pitcher. But then Redding had to make it interesting--what is it about him and opposing pitchers? A two-run double to Parisi, his first major league hit, and then in the 6th a three-run laser beam home run to left for Worrell, in his first major league at-bat. Ye gods.

Rauch gave up the double in the top of the 9th, and here comes Pujols to pinch-hit. Ohhhhh crap. But Rauch got Pujols looking; Albert was miffed, and Rauch was pumped. But I thought, "Don't get too ahead of yourself, still one out to go." Sure enough he grooved one to Schumaker, who blasted it to center. Milledge overplayed the ball and it got past him off the wall and rolled back to left-center; I thought Schumaker had himself an inside-the-parker. Instead, he stopped at third, and scored a moment later.

Mather's home run in the 10th felt like "Crap, we sat through all that for nothing." But one nice thing about this year's line-up: even though they're not hitting much these days, there's at least a bunch of guys who you can at least imagine hitting a home run. In the past we've had a lot of players with absolutely zero power, so it was a tall order to ask for much in the way of late-game heroics. Now, even if Wily Mo or Da Meat Hook haven't hit many homers thus far, at least you know they're capable of it. So it goes with Dukes, and on this night he did not disappoint.

As crappy as the Nats have been, they are 5-2 in games I've attended this season, with three last at-bat wins. Obviously, this means the club should pay me to come to games.

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Linking Fool Friday

It's been one of those weeks around here. I know the lack of muppet videos is probably tearing your heart out. Sorry. But here's the links.

E.coli conservatism at work: Bush administration would rather you didn't test for mad cow disease. Thanks.

I want some microfiber cleaning cloths, dammit!

Probably not of interest to those who don't live around here, but anyway, this enormous new restaurant went up near my kids' preschool, and behold, Tom Sietsema gives it the worst review I think I've ever seen from him. Self-proclaimed "finest food money can buy" sets off the BS detector, big time.

Yeah, I'm exactly the kind of aging hipster dad who likes Yo Gabba Gabba, so sue me. How can you not like a kids' show that regularly features Biz Markie?

And lastly, it's the Phanatic off the top rope!!

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June 03, 2008

Kids' literature is bad for you

The Littlest Fool has grown fond of Hans Christian Andersen's "Thumbelina." Here is that story told from Thumbelina's mother's perspective.

Once upon a time, a witch was passing a peasant's hut when she heard the woman inside saying "If only I had a little child, how happy I would be."

"That can be arranged," said the witch. "Here is a barley corn. Plant it and see what happens."

So the woman planted the barley corn, and almost immediately a flower bloomed from it. At the center of the flower was a tiny child. She was no bigger than a thumb, and so she was called Thumbelina. She was so tiny that she slept in a walnut shell with a leaf for a blanket. For fun, she would sail on a lily leaf placed in a dish of water for a lake.

Then, one morning, the woman awoke to find that Thumbelina was gone without a trace, and she never saw her again.

The End

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