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Bronson freakin' Arroyo!!!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Batting a thousand with two home runs! I don't even want to know what his slugging percentage is... and to think, he was worried about having to bat in the N.L.!

Keep up the good work, Saturn Balls... we miss you

Does this clear things up?

Friday, March 17, 2006

More seemingly random pictures

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Co-worker Rob... pictures posted as P.O.B (proof of beard):

The camera phone was actually my idea

Monday, March 13, 2006

I can't really think of much to write, so here is a funny picture of my brother Sean:

Ladies, he's available!

Oh yeah, I did actually play basketball this weekend. Scored maybe three points, got the shit blocked out of me several times, threw up a couple airballs from less than ten feet away... yup -- still got it. Thanks in no small part to the gigantic brace I bought a while back in anticipation of coming out of retirement, my ankle seems fine.

Quick and random thoughts

Thursday, March 9, 2006

Wicked busy. But:

- Rest in peace, Kirby Puckett. Christ, 45 years old? Man, wasn't it yesterday that "Puckett plucks it off the Plexiglass!!!" in the '91 World Series? Which has to be, objectively speaking, the best World Series of my lifetime? Wasn't that like last week? Man. Probably you were the equivalent of, say, Dom DiMaggio or someone for guys born around the time of me and my brothers. AND HE'S STILL ALIVE!!!

- I got lost in the South Bronx the other night. In a Toyota Prius. At around midnight. Yikes. Note: the "Third Avenue" exit off the Cross Bronx Expressway does not necessarily mean Third Avenue in Manhattan. The fact that I was on the Cross Bronx Expressway at the time I took the exit probably should have been my first clue.

- I now have a big radio from 1946 in my room. It's really cool, but my feng shui is all fucked up. I have to redecorate this weekend. It should be noted, however, that I consider it a sign of personal progress that my weird nostalgic impulses for times in which I never actually lived have this time manifested themselves in the purchase of a $100 antique radio, rather than a $2000 antique car. I'll post pictures of it soon. It's from New Hampshire, so possibly someone listened to the '46 World Series on this thing?

That's all for now. Typically crazy week at work so far, and it's not over yet. Gotta get to sleep. This weekend promises a train wreck of movies, folf, baseball, basketball, convertibles, Trader Joe's and possibly even Jameson. It is supposed to be in the 60's, after all.

Keep in mind that the following all happened after one (1) beer:

Sunday, March 5, 2006

So I was at this party last night, and at some point needed to open a beer for someone. It was crowded, and I was comfortable where I was, squashed into a little corner with the people I was talking to. None of us felt like getting up, but luckily there were two six-packs of bottled beer right there with us on the floor. Unluckily, none of us had a bottle opener. Or a hard table edge. Or a cigarette lighter. And I gave up biting bottle caps off in college. So, being (I'd like to think) a fairly resourceful guy, I looked around for something that could substitute for a lighter in the pry-off-the-cap-using-your-thumb-as-a-fulcrum trick. I spotted a pair of fingernail clippers on the windowsill behind me.

I tried using it as you would a lighter, but that didn't work. I then proceeded to break the cardinal rule of working with tools... never apply force in a direction towards yourself, or in such a way that a part of yourself will suddenly adopt a direction towards something sharp.

Stupidly, I tried to hold the clippers like a screwdriver and just press directly on the lip of the cap. Predictably, this lasted about 3/10ths of a second before the clippers slipped. I rammed the tips of my fingers directly into the cap lip.

From there on out, it went like this: I yelped in pain, but laughed it off. Too late, someone handed me a lighter, and I quickly pried the cap off successfully. This, however, put a fair amount of pressure on my right hand. Meanwhile, I accidentally tipped over my own, already-open beer, spilling it on the floor. Simultaneously, I noticed that my right hand was covered in blood.

The beer spilling got some attention, so a bunch of people, most of whom I don't know, turned around and saw a rumpled guy sitting on the floor with a beer spilled between his legs, sheepishly trying to clean it up with his left hand, while holding his right above his heart and trying not to drip too much blood on the floor, all the while with a goofy grin on his face. Later I used some of the spilled beer to clean the blood off my hand. I'm sure I looked horribly drunk, stupid, and ridiculous. In actuality, only the second two of those things were true.

All I could think of to say was, "Eh... it's just a scratch."

Work remains busy

Thursday, March 2, 2006

Yeesh. And here I thought that once we were actually on TV things would slow down a bit.

Thanks to anyone who watched and/or will continue to watch the show. I will now stop boring you all with my incessant rambling about said show and/or related press. You're welcome.

So, in other news... well, I guess there's not much else going on. Really, I should at some point work on developing a life outside of work. Like, I've been thinking it might be nice to find a girlfriend before the bird flu hits. You know, one last fling to look back fondly upon as I'm focusing my resolve on outwitting the H5N1 that's coursing through my system. Might be a good idea. But, on the other hand... that'll just be one more thing to worry about when I really should be stockpiling water and ammunition and whatever else it is you stockpile when a killer plague hits via a German cat. He who travels fastest travels alone. And you've got to be damn fast to outrun a freakin' bird.

Oh yeah! NEW SPRINGSTEEN ALBUM! It's all Pete Seeger covers. Gabe will be psyched.

Anyhow, that's about all for now, and it seemed better than posting, say, the Final Cut DVCproHD specs for PAL or something.

At the KM premiere party

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Kramer and me, left to right. This picture sums something up... I'm just not sure what.

So what did you guys think of the show? Do you have any... I don't know... comments about it? Just curious.

More later...

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