Well, I was planning to write something elaborate here, but I've got chores to do around here that are more pressing than what I have to say, so I'll keep it short ( Read more... )

There was no way that I was going to stay in Poplar Bluff over Halloween weekend, so I drove up to St. Louis to attend a party there. It was a long drive, as always, but it was made much more pleasant by the wonderful conversation I had with irish_prncss on the way there. I met up with the guy I'd set up as a fixer for cyberpunk briefly, then headed on to ( Read more... )

It's not fair to be hungover when I wasn't even drunk last night. Or maybe I am coming down with something. I'm supposed to be going to a party tonight in Saint Louis. Hopefully I'll feel better soon...

Could someone pick up a 4 pass for me? How to do Basically if you trust me enough to spot me $90 until I'm in town (or send a check in the mail) and are not terribly inconvenienced by going to King Soopers, you'll be able to pull it off. E-mail me or reply here if you are interested in helping out. I don't want to have to pay for half a dozen ( Read more... )

It wasn't even all that interesting. But it was good to see anyways. I knew they would win once they beat the Yankees. It was one of those destiny things ( Read more... )

The Boston Red Sox could very likely win their first World Series in 86 years tonight, and if so it will happen two hours from where I live. Standing room only tickets: $600. Hmm... think I'll have to pass on that one. I'd have to leave right now to get there in time for it to start anyways.

i got my new computer last Friday, and it will be hooked up to the internet today, so maybe I'll be around a bit more. Maybe...

more Red Sox stuff

the son of more Red Sox stuff

the father of more Red Sox stuff

the son of more Red Sox stuff writes bad poetry

the son of more Red Sox stuff goes to New York (Lettermen's top 10, pretty funny ( Read more... )

Red Sox Nation was like the Confederacy, John Leonard wrote last year in New York magazine, "a lost cause that richly deserved to lose; a bitter superstition masquerading as the one true faith; a morbidity of martyrs, a cult of crybabies, and a woefulness of wounded honor, baroque excess, lugubrious keening, fragrant decay, and sentimental slop ( Read more... )

All the guys who write sports columns in Boston don't know what to say. And I can't say that I blame them. I mean it's been 86 years of nothing but losing, over and over again to the same goddamn Yankees. The oldest guy on their staff learned his job from someone who never saw the Red Sox win. All the groundballs between the firstbaseman's legs ( Read more... )