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touch me, babe.

That links to an article that any human should find interesting, sports fan or not.

AFTERNOON COLD

It’s fucking cold in
here, like it’s three in the morning.
You notice that?

WAKE UP CALL

Burn, BURN the back of
my throat, Mountain Dew!
At last we shall feel alive.

I just fed 7 children breakfast before the pitchforks and torches came down upon me. I am so proud of myself I had to share it with you. (I am horrible in the kitchen which is why this feels like an accomplishment).

I’m not sure I’ve recommended it here before, but Eckert’s latest adventures abroad remind me to share The Bohemian Experiment with you.

Great posts, usually from quite far away.

… for making it possible to show the world what a geek they’ve turned me into. I present to you… Magickman! Try, try, try to understand…

… to stick to pagan drum circles.

Too easy, I know. Not very Christmas-y either.

Paul finds the neatest stuff:

…. of getting stoked.

The only thing better than cops being douchebags is cops being douchebags to other cops.

Let the good times roll.

Of course, while State Troopers were arguing with Rochester police on Rte. 125, I was pulling my own u-turn… because none of the boneheads were directing traffic either!

This is hilarious. Robin Williams offends Brazil by saying Rio de Janeiro won its bid for the Olympics by sending “50 strippers and a pound of blow” to compete with Chicago.

Best part is, quoting from the article: “Mayor Eduardo Paes says Williams is envious of Rio’s achievement.”

Um, maybe. Williams *was* born in Chicago, but, I rather suspect he’s just nostalgic for his days of strippers and blow.

Basketball season is in full swing and Garnett’s buzzer shot in overtime today was a nice pick-me-up. Soon Abby will be playing on Saturday mornings again and our worship of the orange ball will be complete.

I just returned from the opening night performance of the New Hampshire Theatre Project’s Seascape, an Edward Albee play. Really an interesting and offbeat show. Without spoiling too much, the entrance of the second couple near the end of the first act is classic. Well worth your time to see it at the West End Studio Theatre in Portsmouth.

For full disclosure, I did contribute the sound design for the play, but don’t worry. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.