Uh, I watched Sports Night yesterday...may not be done yet..have lost count, actually. I liked it, bunches. But cannot account for the fact that my memory says I watched some earlier in the '90s than is possible...what smart-but-canceled show might I be thinking of?

Oh, yay for Sports Night ! What episode did you see?

I love the Dresden Dolls.

I've watched a bunch of the first few at once. I was intrigued at f2f, and, like I said, thought it was something I'd watched before I left home, but it wouldn't exist for another six years, so crossover brain must have damaged me.ETA: And I'm completely newsroom-nostalgic now. The profanity, the pressure, the stress! Sigh. Good times.

They were winning going into the bottom of the last inning. The other team had a runner at second with two outs.

The pitcher got a comebacker, but instead of throwing to first to get the easy force, win the game and go to the finals, instead threw to third where they didn't get the out, and the other team went on to win.

Oh, god. You should see the expression on my face right now. You know how, in Bull Durham, Nuke winces every time one of his pitches goes wild? That's my expression right now. Poor little dude.

ION, remember the Grandpa Has No Nose saga of a few months ago? (He has since obtained a nose, by the way.) He's in the hospital with pneumonia and septicemia. That's really freaking serious.

But because my family does not believe in actually communicating, all I know is that he's in the hospital, and what the diagnosis is. I have no idea how he's doing, and how he's expected to do. Because, as I said, my passive-aggressive aunt is his caretaker, and therefore gives us very little information. Grrrr.

It's the hospital that's 5 minutes from my office, so I'm going to go over either at lunch or after work, to see what's actually going on.

I'd be stressed, except the man is a tank. I mean, I have no doubt that he's very ill, but he's a tank, and he'll probably recover beautifully. So, I'm *not* stressed. Mostly annoyed (at my aunt), with a dash of concern (for Grandpa, obviously).

ION, remember the Grandpa Has No Nose saga of a few months ago? (He has since obtained a nose, by the way.) He's in the hospital with pneumonia and septicemia. That's really freaking serious.

Oh, Teppy. I'm so sorry. He's in my prayers. And hey, maybe eat something before you go visit (yes, I am remembering the visit to your dad, where you came home wrecked).

Ouch, Tep, I hope things improve. And that someone remembers to *tell* you when they do. Go Tank!Grandpa.

And Connie, jesus, it's about time that man got some relief. I really hope this works out for him.

Go Tank!

I am le tired.

T-Rex is friends with Edgar Allan Poe.

Also, everyone will appreciate this.

And hey, maybe eat something before you go visit (yes, I am remembering the visit to your dad, where you came home wrecked).

Tuna glue? Heh. Okay, I promise to eat something not glue-based.

Also, everyone will appreciate this.

By the seaswept bones of holy Pete, that's marvelous.

Though -- gah. I shudder to think what the Ren Faire is going to look like this fall. For the last two years, every time the gates opened and the customers started flooding in you couldn't swing a stick without hitting a Captain Jack Sparrow. This year is clearly going to be the worst yet. We're doomed. Pirates are clearly the insidious parasitic import that's going to suffocate all the native species. Clearly, we need a Historical Recreation Native Biodiversity Protection Act.