It's Friday, so that means . . .
Sep. 28th, 2007 06:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drpaisley1) You Still Believe In Me (Stereo Mix), Beach Boy
2) Truckin', Dwight Yoakam (from Deadicated)
3) American Popsicle, Rob Wasserman (with Edie Brickell and Jerry Garcia)
4) Whirlpool, They Might Be Giants
5) Stumptown, Nickel Creek
6) I Might Be Wrong, Radiohead
7) Dogs Were Barking, Gogol Bordello
8) Wings In His Eyes, Eleni Mandell
9) It's A Hard Life, Queen
10) Smashed Blocked, John's Children
And from beyond the edge,
11) My Husband Was a Weatherman, The Bobs
12) And He Would Say..., Stephin Merritt
13) The Royal Scam, Steely Dan
As of this morning, I am up to 3,517 songs in Itunes. I've been lazy. Maybe I'll get some more stuff imported this weekend.
Saturday evening Rohanna and I will attend the penultimate game of the 2007 KC Royals' season. Jeff promises jerk chicken on the grill for tailgating. Yum (no, not you, kitteh). Another season gone, but at least we didn't lose 100 games again. And with any luck, the Royals will tell Mike Sweeney "So long, and thanks for all the Jesus." He can still hit when he's healthy, but he hasn't had a full season since he signed that big-ass contract back when. Supposedly he might be re-signed to provide "veteran leadership" next year. Where's he going to lead anyone, to the trainer's room?
My two favorite moments from Sweeney's tenure here remain one, the time he stole home off Andy Pettitte of the Yankees. For those not familiar with him, Sweeney is not a fast runner. When he took off, it looked like a truck whose parking brake had failed on a hill slowly rolling away. Took everyone (including the manager) by surprise. The second, of course, was that special moment when Jeff Weaver called him a "fucking pussy" and he charged the mound, throwing his batting helmet at Weaver on the way there (and hitting him), precipitating a massive, bench-clearing brawl that covered the entire infield. I guess he'd turned his full quota of cheeks already that game. And we open against the Yankees next year. Steinbrenner delenda est.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm beta testing some of the new layouts here. Things might change several times, though I do like the graphics for this one.
2) Truckin', Dwight Yoakam (from Deadicated)
3) American Popsicle, Rob Wasserman (with Edie Brickell and Jerry Garcia)
4) Whirlpool, They Might Be Giants
5) Stumptown, Nickel Creek
6) I Might Be Wrong, Radiohead
7) Dogs Were Barking, Gogol Bordello
8) Wings In His Eyes, Eleni Mandell
9) It's A Hard Life, Queen
10) Smashed Blocked, John's Children
And from beyond the edge,
11) My Husband Was a Weatherman, The Bobs
12) And He Would Say..., Stephin Merritt
13) The Royal Scam, Steely Dan
As of this morning, I am up to 3,517 songs in Itunes. I've been lazy. Maybe I'll get some more stuff imported this weekend.
Saturday evening Rohanna and I will attend the penultimate game of the 2007 KC Royals' season. Jeff promises jerk chicken on the grill for tailgating. Yum (no, not you, kitteh). Another season gone, but at least we didn't lose 100 games again. And with any luck, the Royals will tell Mike Sweeney "So long, and thanks for all the Jesus." He can still hit when he's healthy, but he hasn't had a full season since he signed that big-ass contract back when. Supposedly he might be re-signed to provide "veteran leadership" next year. Where's he going to lead anyone, to the trainer's room?
My two favorite moments from Sweeney's tenure here remain one, the time he stole home off Andy Pettitte of the Yankees. For those not familiar with him, Sweeney is not a fast runner. When he took off, it looked like a truck whose parking brake had failed on a hill slowly rolling away. Took everyone (including the manager) by surprise. The second, of course, was that special moment when Jeff Weaver called him a "fucking pussy" and he charged the mound, throwing his batting helmet at Weaver on the way there (and hitting him), precipitating a massive, bench-clearing brawl that covered the entire infield. I guess he'd turned his full quota of cheeks already that game. And we open against the Yankees next year. Steinbrenner delenda est.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm beta testing some of the new layouts here. Things might change several times, though I do like the graphics for this one.