My DVDs are each 2 disc sets with the 2nd disc being the original theatrical release. I don't know if those are still available.

These are the ones I have. Unfortunately the original theatric release are actually letterboxed in a 4x3 frame, which means to get them to play properly in a widescreen TV you need to zoom in which makes them look even shittier than they already do. So it's a choice between crappy storytelling that looks pretty, or the original storytelling but blurry.

Sports is just narrative. Mostly guy-narrative. It's a big soap opera. It's passion plays and morality stories.

Except to someone who doesn't get sports, watching that narrative is like the Farside cartoon "how dogs hear." Blah blah blah blah A GUY THREW A BALL blah blah blah blah SOME OTHER GUY CAUGHT IT.

Blah blah blah blah A GUY THREW A BALL blah blah blah blah SOME OTHER GUY CAUGHT IT.

He caught it?! WOOOOOOOO CATCHER GUY!!!

Here it is! Taxidermied bullfrog playing bass.

That is incredible.

Sports is just narrative.

From the outside, it really doesn't seem like narrative. I get that it is, but you have to actually follow it to experience the narrative. Even within a single game.

I have to say that I think all of the gymnasts who wear their hair in their super tight ponytails look uncomfortable. . . and the 5 million pins and clips etc that they add so that not a single hair goes astray only adds to the uncomfortable look.

But I still think that the bikini rule for beach volleyball is the most stupid.

I never had a garbage disposal before moving in here. I hate throwing food waste into the garbage, though, and I don't think I make enough of it to employ a composter, so... if I bow to the common wisdom and not use the disposal anymore, what to do with it? Feed it to the raccoons? (Note that I'm not actually against feeding it to the raccoons. I cannot however deal with the worms.) We have once-a-week trash pickup but I have my own outside bin, so I can take the trash out as needed; odor isn't a problem. We also have single-stream trash/recycling, which I think is great; they claim to recycle 96% of the waste, but I do wonder about how they do that and if I could make it easier for them to recycle mine.

Our pub quiz team name tonight is “7 Minutes of Terror”.

Excellent.

The white people I know who had been down that stressful hair-straightening path were all non-Jews.

I (white non-Jewish woman) have curly hair (spiral curls) and it tends to frizz and does what it wants to do. It frustrates me, but it doesn't feel like "me" when I straighten it. If I were part of a culture that insisted I must keep my hair straight, I would be absolutely miserable.

I do wish I could find someone who knows how to cut and care for non-black non-Jewish Irish-ancestors-type curly hair.

Here it is! Taxidermied bullfrog playing bass.

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY. I would have named him Jeremiah.

From the outside, it really doesn't seem like narrative.

Not to me either. I've never gotten sports. It seems like an awful lot of importance and meaning placed upon how well dude/girl can throw/run/jump/whatever at this particular given moment. In the women's gymnastics in the Olympics (spoiler fonting just in case) everyone was all McKayla is the BEST! and she was fantastic - except then she fell flat on her butt. Sometimes it's just luck, bad or good. Even the best can have a bad run; even the worst can have a real good day. Bascially, I can't place that much weight on everything rides on this one moment. Because that seems nuts to me. McKayla is a fantastic gymnast; she's clearly one of the best in the world. Why do we have to have a BEST OF ALL? I don't get it.

How is his brewery coming, Teppy?

Sorry, I went to bed before you posted this.

I may have only posted this in Bitches, but he quit the brewery in May due to his extreme alcoholism, for which he ended up in the hospital for a week to detox. (It was -- well to say it was a *shock* is to imply we didn't know he was a big drinker, but we all did. And it had been concerning for quite a while. But we didn't know the extent of the Big Drinking until he called us that morning in May to tell us he was an alcoholic and needed help and was going to the hospital. I believe that the bourbon industry had an economic crisis after he quit drinking.) He decided that working at a brewery might not be the best place to work.

I too, do not see the narrative. Except in 70's tennis, but that was about John McEnroe and whether or not he would yell. Also, I just like saying Bjorn Borg.

My mother is completely unsports-like, and my grandpa and uncles seemed to like things like tennis, and track, and golf, and skiing.

One really funny thing is that the family I think might be my father's family is SUPER into sports. Like, one brother is a highly thought of high school coach, other brothers coach other things, and it was mentioned in my possible father's obit AND on his gravestone what a good and dedicated sportsman he was. Imagine my mother's surprise when it took YEARS to teach me how to bounce a ball or ride a bike. I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 13 or 14, because I have no sense of balance. I also have little hand eye coordination and I am crooked.

I may have only posted this in Bitches, but he quit the brewery in May due to his extreme alcoholism, for which he ended up in the hospital for a week to detox.

How is he doing? (If this isn't too nosy). Has he found other work (he is a cook, right?)

How is whether or not McEnroe would yell even a question?

"Watching" dressage by following the chat at the Chronicle.

I wish I could see it.