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Heard last night in my apartment:

"Do you think maybe he's, ya know, slow or something, with the headphones and all?"

"No, you're subconciously thinking about Warren from 'There's Something About Mary."

Poor Sap
 

If we get to dump on cities that just beat em up for fun, regardless of the game, you can't forget Detroit.

The best thing about winning for them is that you get to torch some cars (where here in Boston a car just got flipped and jumped on, no one torched it).

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Crap

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Indeed. Classic.

I'm no baseball fan but I think cosmically karmic justice dictates that this assjack deserves whatever he gets. Moron. This is indicative of the mentally that elects pieces of shit criminals like the Daleys. No offense.

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in Wrigley the fans are so on top of the field you might be able to hear, but you're probably right. but point 3 (duty to yell) is valid

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Is it possible that Baby Richard could be 26 yo? That would be ironic, fo shizzle!

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And I blame Schiraldi and Stanley, not Buckner. Without those two, there's a bronze statute of Dave Henderson outside Fenway Park today.

nothing in this world/beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
 

I learned from Slate that Richard Thompson's latest, "1000 Years of Popular Music," includes a cover of "Oops! I Did It Again."

Here's what the reviewer says: Even more striking is "Oops! I Did It Again" which receives much the same treatment. Thompson doesn't exactly locate the song's heart of darkness—it's already right on the surface of Britney Spears' version, whether you feel like locating it or not. But his panic-stricken vocal gives the song a tautness that the original lacked, in part because he sounds less like the vixen of the lyrics than the poor sucker she's tricked into believing she loves him, parroting her words in disbelief.

Anyway, the burning question for me is, will Britney cover Fairport Convention songs? Or at least wear "red hair and black leather/my favorite color scheme"?

confidential to barely
 

Salon.com wants to hear from you:

"Editor's note: Did she sing along to Steve Winwood's "Back in the High Life Again"? Did he quote the Jerky Boys all night? We want to hear your deal breakers. What happened? And did the deal go bust because you were scared, shallow, unsuited or otherwise? Send your stories to dealbreakers@salon.com."

[from their regular Match Made In Heaven/Match Made In Hell column today]

PB or FB
 

not sure where to post this, so by default it ends up here:

Match Made In Hell [from, yes, salon.com]

I met a woman through a personals ad in a local free newspaper. Our first date was an amazing time for both of us -- we spent over 28 hours together, napped in each other's beds (and no, we didn't have sex), went to a party at a friend's place, where she got to meet some of the cool, smart people I count as associates. A classic great time.

I should have known that this couldn't be sustained.

The second date was weird from the moment it started -- and the ending was the killer. I was in her living room while she was in her kitchen, making tea. I noticed a picture of her with a guy who looked oddly familiar. He had his arm around her waist, and they looked quite cozily friendly. Squinting and leaning in for a closer look, all of a sudden I realized the identity of the guy. Calling out to her, I asked, "Hey, is this guy..."

Before I could get the name out of my mouth, she leaned out of the kitchen, saw what I was looking at, and snapped, "That's Ollie [as in Oliver North], and I don't want to talk about it."

At that point, I asked her if she had any strong political tendencies I should know about (the topic of politics never came up on the first date).

She planted her hands on her hips, assumed a defensive body position, and said, "I am a conservative Republican."

To which I responded, "And I'm outta here."

I remember the stunned look on her face as I raced out the door.

I left and never looked back. I'm not an angel, but I'll be damned if I'm going to get involved with someone who slept with a demon.

-- David



And my only Ollie claim to fame is that I got to vote against potential senator Ollie North. And thereby keep a lecherous career politician in office. Still a good vote.


Edited to add cite, because the entire dealbreaker article is pretty funny - http://www.salon.com/mwt/col/heaven_...rs3/index.html

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Upon further review, I think this guy may be The Daily Show's Ed Helms.

http://www.edhelms.cc/menupages/photos.html

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No, Post Hoc

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And Cubs fans should blame Bernie Mac, who cursed them during his rendition of 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame': He said,
"Root, root, root for the Cha-amps".

Ouch. The Curse of Bernie Mac.

The MOther of All Dealkillers
 

I have one. The use of a ten cent word unnecesarily is bad enough. Then use it improperly. "I really wanted to talk to you last night and I am not usually so peripatetic". Guess what peripatetic was referring to. And no TM, he didnt mean walking away from me.

Also, the incessant need to change the re line on emails every email to something that the writer perceives to be a clever pun. Its like reading a steady stream of SLave posts. Reeks of a dog needing to pee on every tree, fire hydrant and pole it passes while trying to show that he is a funny guy.

I havent killed the deal yet, but I would say Roy is looking less critical from his ventilator in Vegas

Poor Sap
 

Thoughts on the game last night (prefaced again that, like Coltrane, I am not a Cubs fan...):

1. Only had access to radio for most of the game until about halfway through the meltdown, but when I heard Bernie say "Champs" over and over, I thought: a.) Jinx, and b.) Marlins are gonna get pissed hearing that.

2. Will not be surprised to see this lead on a story in the Trib. in the future: "Jared the Subway Guy Beaten to Death During Promotional Appearance, Mistaken for Cubs Fan Who Cost Cubs Series"

3. Saw a dumbass on local TV this morning who seemed surprised he was tossed from the park after confronting the guy and threatening him... People are actually trying to track him down. It's downright scary. He may have to leave town if they lose. Of course, then the Sox fans would throw him a parade.

The media already know who he is, as they are reporting his age. I've also heard where he supposedly went to school.

4. Dusty gets some of the blame for loading the bases on the intentional walk and for leaving Prior in. Steve Stone (Cubs TV/radio analyst) said immediately before the meltdown that Prior looked gassed and had hung a couple of pitches that he was lucky were fouled off.