something more somehow

NEW SOFTBALL RECAP from Ambrose is up and kicking

Someone did something inappropriate and gross to my baby the other day, but I promised Ma Bungle I wouldn't blog about it so I won't. But just as a word of advice: if you're playing with somebody's baby, especially someone who's no more than an acquaintance to you, don't open your mouth and let the baby stick its fingers in there. And if somehow you fail to heed this advice and find yourself with a mouth full of baby fingers, PLEASE don't suck on the baby fingers. Especially if you're kind of a smelly person. Thank you.

So one thing I was worried about here in Munchen was being forced to temporarily suspend my vegetarianism because of the overwhelming meatiness of the Bavarian cuisine. Hasn't really been the case -- I've found something everywhere we've gone, including a really good Italian restaurant and a really good Thai place. But today it was just me and Baby Bungle in the train station with 15 minutes to eat, and I said to myself, Tonight is kinda special...

The brat was actually quite good but the beer...well, there's a reason nobody's brought Lowenbrau to a party since 1986. Yucky.

My current favorite spam subject line is "Full of Health? Then don't click." I like that they are actually going for the reverse psych job. Like, "Wait a minute, I'm not full of health...I better click, pronto!"

Weird shit has been happening while I've been on the road and I'm having a hard time keeping up...is Keith Richards suffering from brain damage? That sucks. Oh, and on the 'Mats reunion tip, apparently Westerberg and Stinson were supposed to go on Jim Rome's radio show, but Westerberg blew it off...Stinson showed up and they played one of the new "Replacements" songs...the baby is sleeping so I haven't been able to really listen, but here it is. Have at it.

I am returning tomorrow (Fri.) and I am good and ready. I would totally come back to Germany, Munchen even, if the whole family could be together and we could really explore. As it was, it was just me and Baby Bungle and we couldn't do all the things that should be done. Whatever, Joe Monkeyweb sent me an email predicting that I would have grilled cheese for dinner on Friday night to which I say You Goddamn Right, Joe Monkeyweb.

I think it's cute how everybody has different laundry detergents and systems of measurement and obscenity laws and electric outlets when you travel around the world. It might be a little inconvenient, but it's a chance for each of us to say, "This is how we do it where I'm from." Fine. But two things that I'd like to see universalized are shoe sizes (I'm a 46 in Europe, a 12 in the U.S.) and time. We should all go to 24 hour military-style time. That's how they roll here in Munich and it makes a lot of sense. A day is 24 hours long, it should go 0-24. Simple, effective, free of confusion. I'm gonna try to get this started in a couple weeks. These guys are on board:


The Haagen-Dazs-dat answer we were looking for was Banoffee. Delicious, although much less interesting than some of your suggestions.

I was walking down the street today when I encountered this:


Help yourself to 9 Genius Points if you can tell me what two words popped into my head when I saw it.

Last but not least: one of the first things I'ma do when I get home is bid on a factory-sealed copy of Windows XP SP2 on eBay and I am going to install that Boot Camp shit on my Mac. I am excited as hell. Windows XP and Mac OS X on the same computer is pretty schweet.