Dark Roasted Blend is so good. Love the pictures they have on Russian Nuclear Icebreakers: Abandoned ice cities in the night! Freaky morain! Mammoth bones! Truck rescues! Begging Polar Bears!

I think even non-baseball fans will admire Grant Brisbee's wrap up of last night's Giants loss to the Dodgers.

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When the Giants were clinging to a 1-0 lead, it was like watching Aerosmith rip through one of their classics in 2011. The Giants are out of the race, and Aerosmith isn't relevant anymore, but there was a friendly nostalgia to it. Remember? Remember how it used to be? Remember how this used to be something with a nervous, frenetic energy that used to make you all feel sorts of different emotions? It's not the same as it used to be -- not even close -- but it made you remember what it was like.

You can use whatever band you like, just as long as they're past their prime. You see them crank through an old hit, and if you squint, you remember just how it was exciting back in the day. The Giants were winning 1-0, and it felt like it did last year. For the Giants, we're talking about last year. For Aerosmith, I think their first album was in 1958.

Then the Dodgers scored a run on an infield hit, a bunt, and a 20-hopper through the middle. That was followed by Giant-killer Rod Barajas hitting a single. He was replaced on the bases by Giant-killer Eugenio Velez, who was going to try his Giant killing on a different team this time. A wild pitch and a fielder's choice later, and the Giants had lost.

This is like looking at Steven Tyler and realizing that he looks like Joan Rivers going around the Tilt-A-Whirl at 40 mph with open cans of paint. Nothing's as it should be. Nothing's as it was. This isn't your memory of how things were; this is some creepy, low-rent, past-it's-prime abstraction that they're trying to foist on you. It's horrible. And, wait, this isn't "Sweet Emotion" -- did they turn this into a medley with that shitty song from Armageddon? What is Steven Tyler doing with that handkerchief? And, oh god, is that your mom in the front row? What's Steven Tyler doing to your mom? Oh, god, no. No, no, no.

So that game was like a 78-year-old Steven Tyler making out with your mom as "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" is blaring over loudspeakers. You tried to avert your eyes, but you couldn't turn away. You had to watch every last detail. Now your brain is broken, and you're curled in a fetal position, wishing you didn't know what you know now. You want to go back. You want to go back. You want to go back to the way things used to be.

I didn't mean to fall off the face of the earth last night without saying anything. I just couldn't see straight anymore, and ran out of steam. Thank you for everything.

Plenty of them are leaving town, wanting as much space as possible from the ghosts and the day’s enduring grasp.

Oh, hello there.

Tom, I was just thinking of that.

Insent, btw.

Anybody know her? She seems like the sort of woman that's at least met a Buffista.

That much emotion is pretty tired-making, bebe. I came home from the bar and posted my incredibly wise and supportive statement...in Beep Me.

But what everyone said was so right now, that I'm just going to say, much love to you and Rob, and it's ok to come here and fall apart because

(a) we're happy to help you do it (Now STOMP! Yell LOUDER! KICK THAT PILLOW! No, no, no, put the computer down....gently) and then

(b) help you pull yourself back (use cold tea bags on those eye? Want a Xanax? Try a hot bath? Here's 300 pages of medical resources -- highlighted and tabbed; here's a name, my number, my address, whatever.

I'm so sorry you are both going through this.

Sending you strength and -ma, Maria, as much as you need.

he hears people banging on her door, saying "Are you okay?" She looks over and sees the kitten swinging on the cord.

Spare Cat, who came from a lady in a retirement homeindependent living community, did that.

Three times.

Just one of the reasons she's now infesting my home, where at least there are no pull cords.

Pineapple upside down cake martinis are delicious.

Friends who buy your four for late bday drinks are fab.

HOWEVER -- I am such a friggin' lightweight anymore. I was kinda drunk.

Hanging cords, or curtains - so irresistible to kittens.