holy scrizzle

Things are bizzy, I won't lie. For the foreseeable future this internet log will be comprised of short bursts of stupidity instead of the long drawn-out stretches of stupidity you're used to.

I think I have coined a phrase but I don't want to google it and see that 24,000 other people
thought of it first.

Hangst: the lingering, crippling, suffocating sense of what-did-I-do anxiety that sometimes accompanies a bad hangover.

We have a winner in the commentdat challenge: Moncrief, whose guess of 8014 was closest to the actual total of 7663. Nice job. I am also going to award pbdotc 5 points for being the first commenter we ever had.

Five points for each halfway decent original synonym for marijuana you can come up with. Maximum eight synonyms per person.

If you missed the Yankee game the other night, you missed a great moment. I meant to DVR it so I could then shoot it with my camera and post it to youtube, but I fugged up and forgot. So I will describe it to you and it will no longer be great.

It was late in the game and Carl "No Dinosaurs" Everett was up. He swung and missed a pitch and lost control tof the bat. It went sailing about 100 feet and landed in the seats behind first base, right in the middle of a big group of people. Always scary. There was confusion, and then you saw a dude about 60 years old holding the bat up, proud of his hard-earned souvenir. Then they showed the replay, and the dude actually caught the bat on the fly. I was impressed, both that he caught it and that he didn't get hurt.

Then they showed him again live and you could see that blood was starting to seep out of the side of his head. The bat must've clipped him. Not too bad, but a pretty decent cut. And he wasn't a young guy. So I started to worry about the poor fella, especially when the medical team began escorting him towards the tunnel.

But he was walking fine and he looked coherent. As he made his way up the aisle, people began to clap for him. So he took the bat and raised it above his head again as a gesture of strength. He seemed OK to me. He started to walk into the tunnel and then suddenly came running back out and faced the crowd with a crazy look in his eye.

"Bos-ton sucks! Bos-ton sucks!" he shouted a few times.

Then he turned and walked away.

Here are some things I'd like to do in the coming weeks but probably won't.

-play basketball
-add a post to the Trayline blog
-drink beer outside
-grow a scraggly-assed beard
-play CF for the Yankees for like three innings
-eat zeppole
-be smart
-play lawn darts
-play darts
-see old friends
-lift enormous weights
-start the Bruce blog
-calm down
-take a long trip someplace nice
-take some cool pictures of stuff
-work towards something and achieve it
-get a massage
-drink orange soda
-feel connected with humanity
-design a cool T-shirt