All I Got

Work 'til 1, bed at 2, up at 5.30. Whatever...happy birthday to KO :)

Hott

A photo almost guaranteed to make you happy...

Good times

Okay. So I'm rolling through the visitor logs. Someone keeps logging onto the site through facebook. But their IP address is in Plano, Texas. No one I know's from Plano. A WHOIS doesn't help; all I get is that SWBell is the backbone of the connection. Oh wait: Here's the ISP, thanks to the statcounter logs. It's Gerace Construction! In Midland, MI! Amazing. St. Pete/Plano/Midland. The question then becomes: Who is this person? Karb? Should I care? Do I care? This sort of lame website-hopping-as-hacking is about as close to CTU as I'll ever get, so I'll at least have fun with it.

Celebrity guest

Former quadmate and still fraternity brother K. Ritsema is on The Price Is Right at 11am today. Tune yourself in.

Sweets from little people

Publix no longer sells Cosmic Brownies. The entire Little Debbie stand, as well as the entire Hostess stand, have disappeared, replaced by nothing, turning Aisle 1 into a wasteland of space and depression flanked by the solderous milk cartons and endless bottles of Gatorade that, I continue to wonder, exist inside the Pistons' cooler. What is that? Just water? Or a "sports drink?" The Mudcats featured PowerAde in one cooler and water in another, but when those little people who always wear hearts hold cups into huddles at timeouts, what's in them? Water would make the most sense; perhaps a former "manager" could tell me.

Today marked the first day the Wizard of Oz ever came up at work. For reasons that can only possibly exist in the minds of people who sit in the administrative offices of major league baseball teams, we're having the last surviving munchkin from the 1939 Best Picture nominee at our FanFest on Saturday. Peter Gammons at 1pm, munchkins all day. It's mind-boggling. This isn't even Mike Veeck-ickish. This isn't a good gimmick. This is so random. We might as well have Mr. Belding drop by. Perhaps the Keebler Elf is free.

Seriously

Oh, O.A.R. Swoon! Check out this HOTT setlist from the 2.12.06 show in Champaign (pretty close to my perfect show):

Hey Girl
About An Hour Ago
Dareh Meyod
One Shot
Whose Chariot?
Delicate Few
Lay Down
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)
City On Down
Night Shift
Love And Memories
Like A Rolling Stone
Piano Man
That Was A Crazy Game Of Poker

I'd put in King of the Thing for Feelin' Groovy, but this is almost as good as it gets.

You just know a trip's gonna be sweet if it starts with Red Vines and Mr. Pibb. Thanks to DougEFresh and J for said provisions, the combination of which set the stage for a swell jaunt to Los Angeles to do "work."

Ahem, WORK: A trip to Staples Center, Dodger Stadium, and LA Memorial Coliseum. Free transportation and tickets to a fantastic Ducks/Kings game at the Pond in Anaheim. A photo op with Johnny Depp and Johnny Depp as Captain Jack and Wonka in front of Kodak after reconfirming for the padre that, yes, the Hollywood sign does exist (it's visible from the Coliseum). And that's just the touristy stuff: Lest we forget some guy at the Roosevelt Hotel crazy mad that he couldn't get a sandwich at 10pm (kitchen closed) even though he was an "important guest." He claimed he was a chereographer for the Grammys; even if it wasn't true, he was about 8000 times cooler than the cool side at Alma.

Post-Roosevelt was the lovely Saddle Ranch, home of Mike's exploits on a bull and the greatest karoke experience of Don't Stop Believin' ever. And probably the only one featuring a girl from The Real World whose name I keep forgetting:


She's the second from the left. There was also a Nicole Ritchie spotting. And seriously: Mr. Belding came to karoke at Dimples. Dimples is pure California.

We learned some things too. About video production. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays will be better. We can build it better. Hoorah.