Thursday, June 28, 2007

Rod Beck

Still no COD. WTF?

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Rollins Update

I don't have IFC, but I get updates on Henry Rollins' show. He has redeemed himself with a recent guest.

Different subject. Age appropriateness. Is this even a word? Look, I'm a 35-year-old woman, and much like my late dad, I've got this whole "anti grown up" attitude toward life. I like silly things and toys and I enjoy starting projects I don't finish. Not "I'm going to build a deck." More like, "I'm going to make licorice soap." I take care of my adult responsibilities just fine, but when it comes to things like, say, home decor, I'm not where I am supposed to be, style-wise, for a 35-year-old woman. I tried the whole adult, classy furniture deal once. My ex-husband was into that West Elm sort of thing, and I don't think it's bad. It just isn't me. Recently, a co-worker was talking about a man she'd met and how "young" his apartment is. I immediately thought about the plastic skeleton I have dangling in my kitchen. I guess, in the end, it isn't about how old you are. It's really about being happy. Silly, fun things have always made me happy. I don't think this is going to change. And I'm certainly not going to change my apartment decor because *uh-oh* I'm in my 30's and it's time to coordinate!


Wednesday, June 13, 2007

I'm Just Sayin'

Errybody's complaining about Lugo these days, and rightfully so. However, it behoves you all to know that he stole his 18th base in last night's game. And it's only mid-June. So, although he hits into a million double plays, he does good work when he's on base. Most of the time.

Also, I think that Tito's moving of him in the 9th hole was smart. He stepped up his game last night.

Lastly, I should feel great that the Red Sox are still way ahead in the division, but I'm actually pissed that the Yankees are gaining. Still, they are going to have to continue to play really, really well in order to catch us, while we just need to be relatively consistent. I'd rather be the Red Sox. The fight to catch up is going to burn the Yankees out by the All Star Break.


Saturday, June 9, 2007


Henry Rollins is really becoming more and more weird to me as the years pass. First, he does the voice overs for the Good Year Tire Commercials. Nuts, right? Now, he's planning on having Rufus Wainwright as a guest on his IFC show. Rufus Fucking Wainwright. Does music getting any more blah than that? Morrissey is the real deal. Wainwright is simply pretentious and shallow.

What is going on with you, Henry Rollins?

Earlier this year, I sent away for a Bikini Kill t-shirt. The company accidently sent me a Rufus Wanwright t-shirt instead. Perhaps I should send it to Henry Rollins. Or maybe I will auction it off on eBay and make a buck.

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That's What I'm Talking About

Okay, so I caught some of the game last night. Enough to see that Josh "Eye of the Tiger-ee-no" Beckett was going to shut her down. Mind you, I didn't say shut her out, as he did allow 3 runs. But the Sox provided some much needed bat awakening.

I'm telling you, this Beckett kid is crazy good. I wish we could clone him and use him in every single pitching role. How cool would that be? Oh, hey, they're taking Beckett out after 110 pitches. Looks like another Beckett has been warmng in the pen. Every single batter would have to face Josh Beckett every single time.

Glad that Lugo finally used his powers for good rather than evil last night with his homer to start things off.

Jere and I are shoving off to Northampton for the day. I hope this nonsense weather turns around for us.

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Friday, June 8, 2007

That's Hot!

A bold judge FINALLY stood up to a celebrity and made them do what everyone else would have to do according to the law. Paris Hilton was told to go right back to jail after her little tummy ache or whatever medical condition she had was resolved. She'll probably still get celebrity-caliber treatment, but this image gives me great satisfaction:

Suck. It. Up. I hope someone puts gum in her hair or something.


Thursday, June 7, 2007

She's Gets Around ... Like a Record


Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Come On, Red Sox ...

... don't let sleeping bats lie!

Tuesday, June 5, 2007


Perhaps a decent night's sleep will do the Red Sox some good.


Monday, June 4, 2007

Still ...

... on the Yanks.

10.5 in the division. Sweet position to be in before going out west. The games over there serve as a vacation to me. I refuse to stay up until the wee hours watching them. This week will be like Christmas every day, with either a lump of coal or a sweet gift under the tree the next morning. Hey, I might actually get something done this week!


Saturday, June 2, 2007

A New Addition to Somerville

Somerville will be getting her own little "cupcake only" store on Highland Avenue, approaching Davis Square. It's going to be called, "Kick Ass Cupcakes." I, for one, can't wait. This is a recent trend that I am 100% on board with. Cupcake only type joints have graced the streets of Manhattan for some time now. It's about time we get one here in the 'ville.


May 2007: The Month America Discovered "The Shouting Trick"

I had a professor in college named Ed Movitz. He was a real "tell it like it is" type. During one my friend Kara's group critiques (I went to art school, remember), several professors were discussing one of the artist's works. Evidently, it had some "vaginal" symbolism. The professors kept looping around and around as to whether the piece draws you in or sends you away. Good old Ed Movitz said only, "You're either in or you're out. Let's move on." Though I wasn't there for this moment, Kara relayed it to me and we've used this little jewel of a phrase for the past fourteen years. (It's in the same vein as, "It ain't over 'til it's over," delivered by Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck. Endless applications.)

Where am I taking this crazy train? To the baseball cheating depot. I guess Jerry Remy and Dick Williams can joke about how "this kind of thing happens all the time" and "you've gotta do whatever it takes to get an edge" regarding A-Rod's deliberate attempt to confuse Toronto's defense by yelling "Mine!" as he ran down the 3rd base line. I've got news for you guys: It's cheating. Would you allow a pitcher to doctor up his ball? Would you allow a hitter to cork his bat? Does Major League Baseball allow the use of illegal steroids? Then why is "confusing the fielders" okay? Would it be alright if A-Rod had thrown a banana peel in the general direction of the ball? Does that happen all the time, Remy? I especially like that "happens all the time" line. So, you mean to tell me that since the dawn of professional ball, these types of shouts have been a routine part of the game, but it wasn't until May of 2007 that a man named Alex Roderiguez was actually caught doing it? Sorry, I don't buy it. Is there a section in the official baseball rule book about what kind of cheating is permitted and what kind of cheating isn't? Here's an angle: if it happens all the time, and a team has to do whatever it takes to get an edge, why, then, don't Alex and the New York Yankee staff proudly admit to it and gush over how "classy" it was? Why? Because it's wrong!

When it comes to cheating in baseball, I say, like Professor Movitz, you're either in or you're out.