I have stoopidbrain. It took me all day to realizes I have a cold. Tomorrow I have to do storytime ( then I will go home). of the 5 books I have home 2 are way too long to read with a cold. and I usually read 4. So I have to try and find one more before story time tomorrow.
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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I'm trying to write an funny, multi-facted, yet professional bio for my new web page. I'm having issues. My brain is leaking out my ears.
On the upside, Byron has stopped yowling and is stretched out nearby, looking disgruntled.
Can someone explain to me why I'm watching Hannah Montana?
Also, just found out that Hillary Clinton is going to be speaking about health care at my university tomorrow. I wanted to go, but apparently they gave just about all the tickets to medical school people.
I'm alternately amused and horrified by this site.
I'm alternately amused and horrified by this site.
Oh yeah. I've been subscribed to that blog for a while. The one with the pig slicing himself up is amazing, in a scary way....
eta: This one: [link]
It's an ad, so it can't be that scary... except it kinda' is.
I can't decide which one disturbs me more, the pig or the cow
ETA: because the pig could at least be seen as spiteful. The cow seems to be filled with glee at her fate.
Baseball's weird.
In our previous game we lost to the last place team. Not only did we lose but they had to invoke the slaughter rule. We lost 17-5. Plus we walked 14 players. Tonight we played the first place team (comfortably in first, I might add), and they pitched their best pitcher (the best in the league) for 4 2/3 innings, and we beat them 3-1. It was also the shortest game this season at 1 hour and 18 minutes.
I had four pitchers going today and we only gave up one run in six innings. They were the same pitchers who gave up 14 walks previously. But today, we were golden. We made so many great plays in the field it was ridiculous. We pounced on bunts and threw people out at first. We threw out two baserunners in one inning. We threw out the fastest kid in the league on a grounder from deep in the hole by one of our littlest players.
It is a mystery.
ETA: because the pig could at least be seen as spiteful. The cow seems to be filled with glee at her fate.
To me, the pig is more insane than anything else. But yeah, that almost makes the cow more disturbing, because she's happy and sane-appearing, despite her horrible fate.
So, I hate to sound totally stupid, but what's the slaughter rule? Does it just mean that you stop playing if you're being beaten badly, or is it something else?
Baseball's weird.
That's one of the fascinating things about sports to me - how occasionally, a player (or even a whole team) is "in the zone" and seems to transcend mere human skill. Like when a basketball player has a hot streak and hits almost every shot - I've read accounts where the player later says the basket just seems huge - like it's almost impossible to miss a shot.
If only we could figure out a way to be "in the zone" on command. Of course, that would take some of the magic out of sports.