(Actually, there might be rare occasions where I'd rather the Yankees won than otherwise--say, if their opponent's loss would help the Mariners in the standings. But I can't actually root for them. It's against the "fan of any other AL team" charter.)

There's a similar charter sub-clause in operation chez Zmayhem -- but, yeah, the occasions are pretty rare.

Plus, Jen is going to the game on her birthday. It just wouldn't be right to root against her team on her birthday.

Not that I can promise to root for the Yankees on omnis's birthday (unless said birthday falls between the end of the World Series and the beginning of spring training, in which case I'll happily be all W00T YANKEES!).

Bleah. I have my second interview tomorrow morning...possibly at 7 a.m. I just sent a groveling note to my recruiter begging for 7:30, but DAMN. I need to just steal an IV cart on my way out tonight and start an espresso drip at five tomorrow morning.

I'm actually back to rooting for the Cubs this year. And, it seems to be working well for me! For the first time in, well, all of my 31 years!

Speaking of baseball, I'm about to change from business casual to baseball game casual and catch a bus down the hill to the game! One of the many nice things about my current job is its ballpark proximity--on game days DH gets to wrestle with traffic and a restless daughter. I get to come straight from work.

Oh noes, Trudes! I hope your tooth is okay.

I had California rolls and edamame for lunch. Yum!

And suddenly I feel like the cheese... standing alone... with a Yankee pennant in my hand... trying to catch the breeze and extend... yet.. it hangs their... limply... O woe to me... WOE TO ME (and those damn yankees for not being in 1st!). Thankfully for all of you, I'm not one of those overly obnoxious fans that rub it in your face when ever they win (well, cuz this season, there just isn't any rubbing to do). So, I will just give my small cheers... alone... on my own... (whine whine whine whine whine. But since I am the Cheese, standing alone, I get to have as much wine as I can!)

ION: at work. Someone has absconded with our order of 500 condoms!!! We suspect the USPS, since their tracking says "delivered at 6:14pm" ... but our offices close at 6pm daily! IMHO, the USPS "tracking" site is a pile of bull, since it doesn't list who, if anyone, SIGNED for the bloody thing. :: breathe :: We don't need them until next week. :: breathe ::

family, sister, tooth and assorted ~ma to all who need it!

Let's go, Yankees! Clap, clap, clapclapclap

gazes approvingly at Omnis while wearing a pinstriped jersey

Now I'm eating a Coconut Cream Pie Yoplait yogurt and man, it's damned tasty!

a flailstorm of enormous egos was waiting for me when I returned from lunch. blarg. just excavating myself now. actually sent (I never do this) one grumpy email that loosely resembled:

Dear asshat and director of asshat,

[x] that we discussed earlier this summer is a good idea, but we did not have time on our development schedule to do it immediately. As you could edit [old form of x], we all agreed that this would do in the short term.

since you have not edited [old form of x] for three months, and instead spent your time composing disgruntled messages about how we are not giving you the attention you deserve, we have just now stopped what we were doing for [other group] in order to develop and implement [x]. You do not get to comment on how it works. If you don't like it, bite me. We have cc:ed [other group] on this message.

AT&T is stopping Time. [link]