it's words!

Thursday, August 31, 2006

cease-fire in uganda...

...which is awfully cool on the face of it. It also makes me possibly the most successful protestor ever, percentage-wise. I think I'm batting 1.000. I'm willing to make myself available to the Darfur folks for a negotiable fee.

"I'm such a good person."

(Please realize the above is in jest and I'm overjoyed for the people involved.)

Sunday, August 20, 2006

which nba player am i?

Of course,

Shane Battier

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

how do you spell 'natural born killers'?

I'll tell you: e-f-f-e-d.

I just saw it for the first time - okay, so I'm a decade behind everyone else - and now I'm scared of everything in my house, including myself.

By the end of it, they're not very concerned with being subtle with the message, are they?

*shot of Pleasantville family watching Mickey and Mallory rain blood from the skies*

*shot of O.J. Simpson trial coverage*

*shot of Mallory with the words "TOO MUCH T.V." written across her shirt in some sort of light*

OKAY, I GET IT ALREADY. THE T.V. IS TELLING ME TO STOP WATCHING T.V. Just quit freaking me out, Oliver Stone.


It's not at all that I didn't like it, by the way. It's just unsettling. It's like, and don't laugh at me, that intense scene in "The Faculty" when all the hive-brain students are at the football game cheering and chanting "KILL! KILL! KILL!" while Usher beats the ever-loving hell out of the opposing team and then assimilates them, times a bajillion.

(Hey. I'm ALLOWED to use "The Faculty" in a serious context. It's ROBERT RODRIGUEZ, damn it! It's got street cred! And Famke Janssen. Oh man. Oh... man.)

(Whether I'm allowed to use the phrase "street cred" is a totally different debate.)

Astros and Cubs tied 6-6, in the bottom of the 10th, Chris Burke is on third, one out, Lance Berkman batting.

Come on, Lance.

Ooh. He's IBB, bringing up red-hot young Luke Scott with runners on the corners. Roberto Novoa, doing the pitching, praying for a double-play ball here.

Come on, Luke.


So now there's a force at every base and Aubrey Huff batting. He's 3-4 today with a double and a pair of runs knocked in.

Come on, Aubrey.

Damn it. Grounder to first, 3-2 force, two down.

And Everett pops out.


Inning break - time for an Eskimo Pie. Is that, by the way, the most racist name for an ice-cream treat possible?

Fernando Nieve to pitch the 11th. Dave Borkowski the only remaining Astro in the 'pen.

Aside: The Archbishop of Denver was interviewed on the NewsHour tonight. The Archbishop... of Denver. It somehow lacks the gravity of, I don't know, Canterbury. Sounds cool though.

Leadoff walk to Juan Pierre, who sucks. Don't know why you wouldn't just pump him fastballs down the middle.

HAHA! Izturis pops out trying to bunt him over.

Pinch-hitter Neifi Perez, who blows but usually hits well against the 'Stros, grounds into an inning-ending double play. Rock solid. To the bottom of the 11th, where the Cubs will be forced to bring out what I must assume is their last available pitcher - they've used seven already today, counting the starter.

It's Angel Guzman, who has an ERA over 7. He promptly induces a Brad Ausmus groundout. Jason Lane, who hasn't gotten a hit since the Nixon administration, batting.

Every time I look over my shoulder I see Woody Harrelson with devil horns and a face dripping blood. Make it stop.

Lane flies out to center. Willy Taveras up. Flyout.

Aramis Ramirez against Nieve. Flyout. Jacque Jones. Flyout. One of these balls is going to leave the yard soon and I'm going to be peeved. Famke Janssen. Sexy. Very sexy. John Mabry. Foul out.

This game needs to end soon so I can stop freakin' writing.

Chris Burke. Single!

Morgan Ensberg. Draws a walk - that's about all he can do these days. Two on, none out. Berkman. Fielder's choice, Burke cut down at third. Two on, one out. Scott. Flyout. Eric Munson pinch-hitting for Nieve - it'll be Borkowski in the 13th if they don't score here - strikeout. Damn it.

Side note - I'm reading an interview of Bruce Arena on ( and the dude is NUTS.

" You care about the U.S. team, don't you?

Arena: Oh yeah. They're going to win the next World Cup, from what I'm told. So I wish them the best. Because we did so poorly over the last eight years, I'm sure they're going to win the next World Cup. ...Do you think I want to show them something? What am I going to show them? I've probably showed them the finest eight years of the national team they're going to see for a long time. I don't need to prove anything to them."

The Long Islander has thankfully left the national team and is coaching in New York now. Aren't they just so lucky to have him?

Borkowski's pitching, now, against Ronny Cedeno. He's fast, but no power. Flies out. Michael Barrett, who's a total jackass by the way, grounds out. And Matt Murton, whose 9th-inning homer sent this thing to extras in the first place... flyout. Big Dave holds it down.

Adam Everett tries to get it going for Houston. Strikes out after a long battle. Ausmus - double! Lane... strikeout. Naturally. Taveras. Deep flyout.

To the 14th. This is turning into LDS Game 4.

Pierre. Lines out. Izturis singles. Carlos Zambrano, yesterday's starting pitcher, pinch-hits for Guzman. That means the Cubs are out of relievers and Zambrano will presumably be staying in the game.

Double play!

Ah, my mistake. Guzman was a starter - so the Cubs had one reliever left, Ryan Dempster, who comes in now. Burke up, 2-2 today. Now 3-3 with a single to left here, bringing up Ensberg.


He's going to need to confess to the Archbishop of Denver about that.

Berkman. With Borkowski on deck and the bench empty - and the Cubs are pitching to Berkman. Ha ha!

He strikes out - Burke takes second.

Borkowski up. A game-winning hit here would be absolutely legendary. But he grounds out.

Fifteenth inning on the way. Good God almighty.

The only pitcher the Astros could use without breaking into the starting rotation is Jason Lane, who's now playing right field, and who pitched in college for USC.

Statistical note - before this year, Borkowski had not had a major-league plate appearance since 1999.

Aramis Ramirez up and flies out. He's the big gun in the lineup, so it's nice not to have to face him for another eight batters. Jacque Jones strikes out. John Mabry, who grounded into The Double Play as a Cardinal last postseason, is now up. And grounds out.

Plugging onward. Eric Munson, a backup catcher now playing first base by necessity, with a leadoff single. Everett bunts him over to second. It's now up to Brad Ausmus or Jason Lane to bring him home, and two factors work against that - they're bad hitters, and he's a slow runner. Sixteen innings, anyone?

Ausmus walks.

Lane flies out. It's up to Willy T. Who fails, grounding into a fielder's choice.

On to the 16th. The Cubs haven't mounted even a limp offensive threat for something like an hour. The Astros have merely failed to cash in on their opportunities.

Cedeno leads it off. Borkowski is beginning his fourth inning of work. Flyout to lead off the inning. Barrett, having gone 1-4 and yelled at three puppies so far today, pops out. Murton grounds out to short.

The Astros' bullpen has been flawless since the 10th inning. Wish they could hit.

Chris Burke leads off with a hit-by-pitch and has still not failed to reach base yet today. Ensberg, who's sucked harder than Augustus Gloop on a blueberry lolly since about May, grounds into a fielder's choice that is the end of Burke on the basepaths. By far Houston's best pure hitter, Lance Berkman, is now up, 0-5 today and clearly due. He strikes out, bringing up Borkowski, again. Who grounds out, again.

To the seventeenth. This is already the longest regular-season game in Minute Maid Park history. Juan Pierre, again. Grounds out. Izturis. Flies out. Dempster, pinch-hit for by another pitcher, kid named Carlos Marmol. He's a starter. Will he pitch the bottom half? He strikes out.

Young Rich Hill, another starter and a lefty, comes in to pitch to Eric Munson and strikes him out on three pitches. Everett grounds out. Ausmus singles on a hard liner up the middle, bringing up, once again, the erstwhile Jason Lane. He strikes out.

We go to the 18th.

I swear I'm not making this up.

Borkowski trots back out for his sixth inning of work. His mother must be upset with how Phil Garner is treating her son's arm.

Ramirez leads off with a double. Frylock, get out of the pool. Jones up and ideally will be retired without moving the runner over.

(Interesting side note - the Cubs started the game with a guy named, honestly, Angel Pagan playing left field.)

Jones singles, but the threat of Jason Lane's arm (really?) holds Ramirez at third.

Mabry pops out foul. Ronny Cedeno batting, and a double play would end the threat. He grounds out to the drawn-in third baseman, with Ramirez holding at third. Two away and Michael Barrett up. He's walked intentionally for Matt Murton. I don't get this move.

Two-run single. 8-6. Pierre grounds out, but damage done. Taveras leads off the bottom half of the 18th to try and get a rally going.

He works the count full and flies out.

Burke. Groundout.

Ensberg. Strikeout.


and you thought i was kidding...

Dan and I just played Guitar Hero (on hard, career mode) for about an hour and a half solid.

And neither of us are ashamed of it in the least.

When I got home, there was the fruit salad Mom had made earlier in a Tupperware thing on the counter. And there was a note on top of it that said the following:

"Evenin', sweetie! DO NOT INGEST LEST YOU POSSIBLY BECOME DEAD! IT STINKS!!! Love ya, Mom and Dad"

So, there is apparently a biological weapon that runs counter to several international statutes sitting in my kitchen. I'm looking forward to getting the full story tomorrow morning.

A quote from Robbie from last night that must needs be immortalized in some way: "Dude, if I'm gonna get some dome, are you gonna hate on that?"

Sunday, August 13, 2006

two words: deja vu...

Uncanny and unfortunate.

Now playing in my head on infinite repeat: Hot Hot Heat - "Talk To Me, Dance With Me"

"You are my only girl but you're not my owner, girl"

over and over and over and over and over and over and over.

And yet it's really more catchy than annoying.

They have a PS2 with "Guitar Hero" on it at Wal-Mart. My remaining week of freedom appears suddenly to be booked solid.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

vague generalities, general vagaries, pointed specifics, specific points

Things I came close to almost breaking today:

- a bottle of gamay beaujolais (unpurchased at that time)

- the Audi logo on the back of Alex's car (this was never really in danger)

- my damn skull, thanks to the low-hanging aspects of the basement ceiling (invariably rock-hard and occasionally sharp)

- at least four hearts (believe it, baby)


I was at the bank to open an empty checking account. There were a few people there, and some had kids with them. One particular set of these kids, a girl and a boy, were I think writing a song in the middle of the lobby. The girl was slightly older - let's put her at just-turned-7, and the boy at a late 5 or so. She's clearly the leader, here.

Anyway, they're making up this song. It's primarily the girl singing a verse, and the boy singing it back to her, and her brightly nodding with approval and moving on.

To my everlasting chagrin, I can't remember the whole thing, but the part of it that I can went something like this:

"The dog called us so we walked over to him but we couldn't understand what he was saying, ruff ruff." That was part of a verse.

This is, I believe, the chorus. "Please stop calling us, please stop calling us, please stop calling us for an hour or two. Please stop calling us, please stop calling us, please stop calling us, so we can have something else to do."

Frankly, that looks like it could be one of the less incomprehensible Radiohead songs to me. I can't tell you how disappointed I was when their (grand?)mother shushed them and told them that the bank is like the library where you have to whisper, which is a blatant lie, but it would probably have been an improper usurpation of (grand?)parental power to point that out to the young musicians.


Thanks to grainy wee-hour reruns on WB17, I've now watched more episodes of "Sex and the City" than I care to admit (which still, I hasten to add, isn't many, but that's not really the point). This can be ascribed primarily to two factors: "there's nothing else on" - which, as many of us know, can be an extremely powerful motivator - and the positive word of a fairly wide spectrum of people whose opinions are generally to be respected.

Anyway, I guess the most likely explanation is that I just don't get it, 'cause it ain't rising above the level of "moderately pleasant diversion" for me, and if that were true for everyone else then it wouldn't really justify the hype. I will say this, however: Sarah Jessica Parker is unfairly maligned as hideous slightly too often. She's not. She's even attractive on certain occasions, when her hair is properly restrained so it isn't hissing and turning innocent bystanders to stone.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

art hill on baseball...

"With those who don't give a damn about baseball, I can only sympathize. I do not resent them. I am even willing to concede that many of them are physically clean, good to their mothers and in favor of world peace. But while the game is on, I can't think of anything to say to them."

I echo his well-expressed sentiments and extend them to soccer in my own personal case.

I got a job.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

i've decided we should all move past the phrase 'drunk dial'...'s just lost its ring (ha ha!), for me.

How 'bout:

"tanked telephoning"

"retarded ring"

"blasted buzz"

"crocked communiqué"

Leaving behind alliteration:

"foolish idea"

"pulling an Erb"

Take it under advisement, come up with something good, insert it virally into common parlance. A grateful nation thanks you.