I've always loved a good bench-clearing baseball brawl. It's just a huge, clumsy pile-on.

I hope he's right!

Too much to catch up on. Standing firmly behind Cindy re: kids going to jail. I think a lot of the time, at least with the kids I'm around for a significant amount of time, they don't know how to properly evaluate and express whatever is going on in their brains.

There was a story on our local publick radio program where a little girl asked her mother for a power bar. Her mother said no she couldn't have one because dinner was almost ready and she could have it after, and the kid proceeded to pitch a fit, telling her mother she hated her. Yelling that her mother didn't love her.

The girl was adpoted and terribly afraid she was going to starve to death. She didn't actually need to eat that power bar right then, but she needed the security of having food in hand.

Rugby IJS.

Oh I think I would very much enjoy it if anyone would ever take me to a freaking game. I don't drink beer, but I can bring a flask.

I just went to grab a salad at the deli. There was a woman and her family blocking the prepared salads and sandwiches while loudly waffling about what to order. I wanted to tell them that it was just lunch, not a fucking retirement plan, make a decision. But I didn't, because that would've been extremely bitchy, and it probably would've turned out that they had some bizarre dietary restrictions.

Well, yeah, but the polite thing for them to do would have been to stand back while they were trying to decide.

Manners only work if we all use them!

I went to Subway and am now at work. Oh, World's Slowest Computer, how I have not missed you. It takes about five minutes now to go through the whole boot-up process. One day it will start smoking, and maybe then IT will care.

In San Francisco it's considered a serious breach of etiquette to come to the front of a line at a taqueria and not know what burrito you want to order. You would be expected to step aside.

Or endure the double whammy of a middle aged Mexican lady giving you the stinkeye while the people behind you work their way up from mutter to outright abuse.

One day it will start smoking, and maybe then IT will care.

Computers deserve smoke breaks, too!

I think there's a difference in hockey fights between the ones where the blood is up from the heat of the game and the ones that are started by morons trying to prove that they have balls. I don't really mind the first, but I hate the second. I'm not a big hockey fan, but I've seen more than I'd like to admit, and I think the goons ruin the game. Clean hits and occassional fights, but I hate the guys who run around looking for a fight at the ened of a game, or two enforcers who make plans to throw down on ice.

I hate tourists at the deli! And I don't mean tourists to New York, I mean the people who need to browse everything in there before figuring out what the fuck they're doing. Suits are just as bad.

I'm about to get in a 1:15 car for a 2:30 meeting. Granted, the weather is terrible, but I still don't think it's going to take us over an hour to get to midtown. Quality time with the big boss....