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Four weeks in four minutes
May. 13th, 2007 02:00 pmAllergen update The various medications (and new pillows) prescribed by my doctor seem to be working well, though I hesitate to dismiss the power of the placebo effect.
Mothers' Day Shout-Out: My mom and my mom's mom, two moms whose momming is totally mom.
Leading the league in strident, post-ironic dugout chatter... My 2007 softball season has begun.
Doing my part to set a good example, I won't be tabulating my individual statistics this year. The only important numbers: One loss, one win, zero injuries.
Sometimes, when you win, you really lose. However, I am in first place in my fantasy baseball league, which is the approximate equivalent of a huge dork falling in a forest.
My first thought after attending the CAKE concert at Baltimore's Pier Six Pavillion last week: CAKE must be the only band in history where the trumpet player gets more pussy than the rest of the band combined.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind. Welcome home, Sara Flynn Rovner.
And this porridge is juuuuuust right. Goldielocks and I are moving in together.
Mothers' Day Shout-Out: My mom and my mom's mom, two moms whose momming is totally mom.
Leading the league in strident, post-ironic dugout chatter... My 2007 softball season has begun.
Doing my part to set a good example, I won't be tabulating my individual statistics this year. The only important numbers: One loss, one win, zero injuries.
Sometimes, when you win, you really lose. However, I am in first place in my fantasy baseball league, which is the approximate equivalent of a huge dork falling in a forest.
My first thought after attending the CAKE concert at Baltimore's Pier Six Pavillion last week: CAKE must be the only band in history where the trumpet player gets more pussy than the rest of the band combined.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind. Welcome home, Sara Flynn Rovner.
And this porridge is juuuuuust right. Goldielocks and I are moving in together.
