Random notes from my baseball-addled brain.

• For no reason I just weighed myself. No shoes, but with wallet, keys, Leatherman and small flashlight still on my belt, 162.4 lbs.


• I doubt that the clothing and belt crap comes in at more than 2 lbs or so. This means that I'm close to ten pounds over my average of the last few years.


• This is a very good thing.


• I may have to get back into working cons.


• Well, we do call him The Freak. Tim Lincecum on his poor showing in yesterday's opener. "I'm just taking it with a grain of rice."


• Somewhere, Yogi Berra just looked up sharply.


• Really weird day today. See? A is the warehouse. B is the Fuel Line. C and D were my only deliveries of note.


• Very odd weather too. At one point a storm cell was following me along Hwy 4.


• Kirsten and I have written a filk. It will be posted when we're happy with it.


• Pizza tonight!


• Which means more beer!


• And Randy Johnson starting for the Giants.


• Life, for the most part, is good.


• Since I'm weird, I entered our home address and the hotel in Montreal, and told it to avoid highways. The resulting trip would be a lot of fun, assuming we had time to stop and see things.


• Which means I need to win the lottery.


• In crappy news, Dave Arneson has passed away. Blackmoor is still one of the better campaign settings out there, close to forty years on.

iTunes for the win

The Tubes - What Do Your Want From Life?

into

Green Day - Welcome To Paradise

Gaaaaa!

What, THE FUCK, is THIS?!?!

I am scarred, probably for life!

On the good side, this might well prove to a be a treatment for PTSD. The utter "bwuh?" factor may clear memories of other traumas to make room for this new one.