vw, I think that will look great. I still need to find a new hairdresser.

Plus, I also get the feeling of "Hey you, here's this great thing, but you can't....quite....have....it...." Like the universe is taunting you like in the Eddie Murphy routine about the ice cream -- "Wanna lick?" "Psych!!!!!!!"

I remember that routine!

I'm letting go of my stresses and planning to enjoy my evening. I'm meeting one of my CPs for Indian food and writing talk, two of my favorite things in the world to indulge in, the more so because the CP in question either thinks my "Arthur Wellesley likes carrots!" babble is interesting or fakes it incredibly well.

Okay, I still don't get that trade. I knew they were going to trade Harden, but why trade Gaudin and get somebody like Sean Gallagher? We didn't get their top prospect (Josh Vitters) and we lost the guy who would've been a decent replacement for harden. We didn't get the impact bat we wanted, so I really don't get this at all. We didn't even get a high upside prospect down low in the minors.

Yuck.

I hate unexpected, sucky trades.

Meanwhile, my Mets have filled me with love tonight. Not least because they're all growing beards JUST FOR ME.

Not least because they're all growing beards JUST FOR ME.

Damn, baby. Living in Cincinnati during the reign of Marge Schott* really ruined me. Once she sold her interest in the team, they all started growing facial hair, and I realized how much I liked the clean-shaven Redlegs. Even if it was an enforced clean-shaved-ness.

*(I can't say the expected bad things about Marge. I just can't. She was a prodigious alcoholic, and I'm surprised she didn't say worse things than she got caught saying on tape. Hell, she probably did and just didn't get caught. I always felt very, very sorry for her. It doesn't excuse the crap she said about various racial topics -- not at all -- but I still feel sorry for her because she was lonely and alcoholic for decades.)

(She donated a million bucks to my high school, and therefore she always got a place of honor at all the fancy-dress shindigs, and she *always* attended and chain-smoked through them -- in non-smoking venues -- and no one said a word to her. She gave us a million freaking bucks; if she wanted to blaze up a joint in Chapel, nobody would have even blinked.)

She gave us a million freaking bucks; if she wanted to blaze up a joint in Chapel, nobody would have even blinked.)

Heh.

I am such a sucker for facial hair. I *hate* it when teams enforce the cleanshaven or a certain hair length -- if you don't want to grow a beard or even a goatee, so be it, but not to have the choice? (TO PLEASE ME?!) It's sad-making.

they're all growing beards JUST FOR ME.

Om nom nom nom.

Amy is silly.

• pokes head into thread, sits back to absorb baseball talk, waits for football season not because she doesn't love baseball but because she no longer lives anywhere with a ML team*

Um, hi everyone.

• waves*

(Yes, it's Barb as in Fashionista_35)

BARB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gloms

NPR did a story on Romero Britto this evening and I thought of you!