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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.
