Eight Ways to Sunday

This is one of those rare periods in which I find myself constantly thinking of stuff, maybe not super-intelligent stuff, but stuff that's good enough to post in this here blog. Unfortunately, this "creative" burst has coincided with a "busy" period that has prevented me from writing anything the fuck down. It's all gone. So you, the loyal reader, get nothing.

Sorry.

I will tell you a few stupid things, in the interest of keeping things going.

There will be a new High Socks and Short Shorts soon, MSG has blessed me with a Knicks-Celtics matchup from early '84, and I can't wait to sink my teeth, and blog, into it.

We will also finish off the endless 3-part Trayline saga at some point this week. Teaser: there are man-on-man backrubs involved. Maybe more.

Joe Monkeyweb and I tried out our new iChat software with the built-in video. That shit is tremendous. The image you receive is a little soft (here's what Joe saw), but you can blame the internets for that (or you can blame our ISP specifically for limiting our upload bandwidth). Joe and I enjoyed some rigorous video cybersex before settling into a conversation about how far things have come techmologicaly in our lifetimes. Then we started bitching about how it's not perfect, which seemed like a kinda lame thing to do until we reminded ourselves that without ungrateful people like us bitching about the state of techmology we'd all still be hunting mammoths with sharp stones. And that wouldn't be any fun. Anyway, this video chat thing is insanely cool techmology and I recommend you get on there. You can do it through your AIM account.

BJL has racked his brain (see below) and has come up with what can only be decribed as a brilliant idea that will enhance the softball season immeasurably (or rather, measurably). Softball starts next Sunday night, btw.


His idea: STATS! Assuming we can get enough people behind this, we are gonna go ahead and bring little scorebooks to the games, and one person from each team will be assigned to keep score during the game. The only thing we need to work out is getting an official scorer to judge errors vs. hits. We will post boxscores and league leaders along with the weekly recaps.

I think I will bat .177 for the year.

I was already mildly intrigued by the news of the new Mats tunes, and then cW spurred me on by sending along this link. It's a decent-quality bootleg from a 1985 concert in Minneapolis. The boys were putting on a good sloppy show for the hometown fans that night, and I would amputate my left middle toe to have been there. One thing that always kills me is hearing Westerberg talk, with that thick Midwestern accent combined with the howl of a true drunk. Reminds me of being elbowed around at a loud house party in Madison ca. 1987. In a really good way.

Late Sunday afternoon, and into this first evening of sweet daylight savings time, I will attempt an athletic endeavor for the first time in a couple of months. It's been so long I forget what it's called. It's the one where you just throw that ball up through that there hoop, as PBdotC might say. I hope I don't tear any ligaments. I will remind myself not to jump. And to hit the open man but only if he's in his spot.

Good answers on the ultimate existential quandary the other day. I'm only going to accept one answer per would-be genius, but thanks for all of 'em, even the multiple submissions. For ten points, who will hit the first called HR of the softball season?