How much money did you save, vw?

$50

Do you believe them when they say the text is the same? Can you return it, if you compare and it's not? If so, I wouldn't sweat it.

He says he'll take returns...Hopefully that's the case, as it's already shipped.

Reasons Why We Like The A's Rookie Closer Huston Street (from the Athletics Nation blog. Posted by Melody):

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I saw Huston sign a few autographs along the railing [before the game], so I figured I could wait until he actually got to section 128, where my seat was. But when I asked him as he got the bullpen, he shook his head apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I can't sign for you right now, I already had to tell some kids I couldn't sign for them. After the game, I promise." I was slightly disappointed but I could understand. Huston was sent in to pitch during the ninth inning, so I wasn't able to get his autograph on the field.

After the game ended, we decided to stay for the fireworks. It was a pretty good show - even though there were probably less than 10,000 people left to enjoy it. When the fireworks show was over, all of us walked out to the parking lot and Justin and I decided to see if we could catch any of the players leaving the stadium, even though we knew most of them had left already. Huston's car was still around though, so we decided to stay and wait for him. A few of Justin's friends had come along hoping to see Huston, but they soon got tired of waiting and left after about 15 minutes to go on BART instead. We waited maybe 30, 35 minutes total, and started chatting to these other fans who were hoping for a glimpse of Huston as well. Unsure if he was still around - perhaps he got a ride with someone else? - we didn't know if we were just wasting our time.

It was not in vain though; finally Huston pulled out of the parking lot and stopped when he saw us.

"Huston, you promised me you'd sign for me after the game," I said. "I know," he said softly. "I'll sign it for you now."

So he completed a round of autographs for everyone who bothered to stay and some idle comments were tossed around. Told him he did a good job, and he actually seemed a bit upset: "But I gave up a hit... And we lost." People left as they got their stuff signed, until the only people remaining were Justin and myself.

Justin: I have a question... My friends were waiting for you too, but they already left. If I call them.... would you'd speak to them?
Huston: Of course.
Justin: *Calls his friend Rani, but she doesn't pick up.* Oh, I guess she'll have the best voice mail message ever then...

She picked up on the second try though, so he handed the phone over to Huston, who didn't just say something like, "Hi, this is Huston," but proceeded to have a five minute long conversation. It just felt so surreal, like I was watching a movie. Huston Street was talking to Justin's friend on Justin's cell phone and was actually pretending to be angry that they had left before seeing him. "Me wait for YOU? What are you talking about?!" I thought about asking Justin to get a picture, but it was one of those times where you're just too afraid to move or even say a word, because you don't want to ruin the moment, you know? I felt like an observer, intruding on some private scene that I was not a part of. Huston just kept talking and talking like it was the most ordinary thing in the world, and I'm not even sure what they were chatting about but I do recall that he called Justin's friend Rani "dear" before finally hanging up the phone.

Then before he drove off, he actually offered his hand to me and Justin. I can't express how shocking it was to shake his hand; for it was us who were taking up his personal time, yet it was him who made us feel welcome. He finally left after we wished him a good night and thanked him profusely for making my last game of the season end on such a memorable note. Thank you Huston, I'll be a fan for life now.

Holy cow. Dad just called; another uncle had a heart attack.

The succession of heart attacks would be funny if they were on a sitcom. "Larry, when Uncle Joe heard about your heart attack, he was so stressed out that *he* had a heart attack!", etc.

But since my life is not a sitcom, I think I'm going to go curl up in a fetal position and cry.

I'm pretty sure all a gay muppet's support would be arch.

Hee. Billytea is funny.

And OMG the Wally report makes me all sniffly. Damn. I'm jealous.

Reading the phone book is cute in an Australian accent. Haven't you heard? We're just adorable!

Dunno, I really am tempted to move to Scotland just because hearing everyone talk would make me all hot, every day.

Happy delurking, Shambles. Any reason not to stay delurked? C'mon...

NC-17 rating, largely due to its depiction of an explicit three-way sex scene between Kevin "In Wild Things You Saw My" Bacon, Alison Lohman (White Oleander) and Colin Firth (the Bridget Jones movies)

and then goes on to "so they're reinserting a lesbian sex scene". Dammmmmmmmmmn.

My New School? Fabulous. Just fabulous

Awww! I wanna go visit Fay again!!! Give roomie and K kisses and hugs for me, eh?

I'm only a C-cup, and there are maybe 3 button-down shirts in the entire world that fit my entire torso

SOMEWHERE I was reading about a new line of women's dress shirts that were going to be sold by bra (34B/38DD/etc) size rather than 6/8/10 size. Except I don't remember where.

Got to say things at work that other times could lead to a warning

Heh. One of my coworkers today was talking about owning the "magic bullet", and another coworker was all excited that she owend one too, and I'm all "Dear lord!" but it turned out they were talking about some kind of blender...

Maybe it's the soul but cheaptrims.com does not make me think of sewing...more like outcall.

For the crafty among us,

Great moments in handwork: [link]

Heh. One of my coworkers today was talking about owning the "magic bullet", and another coworker was all excited that she owend one too, and I'm all "Dear lord!" but it turned out they were talking about some kind of blender...

Would have been more interesting had it been, um, that other kind.