I left work early to play with my dog. That is all.

My parents tell a story from the hunt in the 70's where they were stuck so far from their cars at the end of the day and wound up (temporarily) borrowing a shuttle bus to get back.

Nice one Samer, love me some girl rock.

I gotta go check with the boys down at the crime lab. We got four more detectives on the case!

Architect here, was this game at FedEx or Ford? I am surprised these new multi billion dollar stadia don’t have more convienient bathrooms available to the teams without needing to go back to the locker room. Seems easy enough to put a restroom near the sidelines. Basically all baseball parks have dugout/bullpen…

I had a professor in college take me and a buddy to a game and he brought in a giant bucket of fried chicken from a place around the corner without issue, he explained its “tradition” or something when working class new yorkers during the depression would picnic at yankee games, they have allowed it since.

I’m going to be very interested in birth rates around chicago nine months from tonight.

Oh, the silent majesty of a winter’s morn; the clean, cool chill of the holiday air; and an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.

Tomorrow morning I have to drive to the other end of Connecticut from NJ for my Uncle’s funeral. Tonight though I’m fixing a bit pot of chili, drinking an ommegang and meditating with some Fleet Foxes on this autumn evening.

Are there openings for chemists on the Belafonte?

All you music fans in the NY tristate area, WFUV is a godsend. An oasis in a desert of unlistenable trash commercial radio. 90.7. Try it you won’t regret it.

My family is reeling from an unexpected sudden passing yesterday.

Football needs a little liveliness, a little fun. Between the impending brain trauma, massive potential for debilitating injury and every network treating Sunday like they’re analyzing opposing Generals’ battle plans, its really refreshing to know that yea, these guys are having actual FUN out there.

I hear there’s a piece of black volcanic rock buried in a hay field in Buxton.

Re, being a “junior” - I’m a 3rd; and, ironically, it’s gotten me exactly three things:

If there’s anything we’ve learned from this and “here comes the pizza” ... its that the Boston sportscaster accent makes everything at least 10x funnier.

*pushes glasses up nose*

What’s the right amount to enjoy The Flaming Lips? I know they’ve gone down the road of artsy-pretentious-unlistenable BS in recent years BUT The Soft Bulletin and Yoshimi are all time greats, AND the back catalog has some great rockers on it.

badbadnotgood - time moves slow

After Bradford yesterday and this strong mayo-centric post today, Someone really needs to check on Drew.