Batting for the cycle

So what is it with the Mariners losing to Tampa Bay, easily one of the wackest teams in pro baseball? They'll have a chance to redeem themselves tonight, when Brian and Stacy and me and the grrrl visit the jewel of the International District, Safeco Field, for fun, food, and $6.00 beers - that's the American™ pastime!

In other news: I want food.

I will not be advertised to.

I did an upgrade of IE on my box at work...now I sorta wish I hadn't - I use Outlook Express to read my Hotmail from work, and now I have this annoying MSN banner that just hangs out underneath the message windows...my older version of Outlook didn't do that. d00d - funk Microsoft.

O Sister, Where The Hell You Been?

OK, so it's a little weird to be thumbing through some piece of national media (in this case SPIN magazine) and see a feature on someone you know.

There's an article about a band called The Moldy Peaches featuring none other than one Kimya Dawson, who stayed at my house in Wallingford for awhile back in 1997. She was friends with Patty (my roommate at the time), and needed a place to crash. Apparently Justin Trosper from Unwound had a thing for her (she had his drivers license for some reason). We hung out a couple of times...Patty thought I should "go for her". I didn't - I thought she was too old for me (she was, like, 24 or something) . I knever knew what happened to her...I think the last I heard was that she had gone back to Olympia (which turns out to be true, according to the article).

Now here she is wedged amongst ads and articles with Mark Wahlberg, Shaquille O'Neal, and Moby. Weird. Heh.

Moo.

"Wendell, I'm not content."

Ed + too much caffeine = this:

I am Ubergeek, hear me roar. I heart ASCII. I like chocolate milk. I shoot to thrill. I live in fear of being eaten by sharks. I have a lazy eye. I'm a Seatown Baller. I do not like to have sex with inanimate objects. I can recite the Greek alphabet, but I can't write it. I am not blond. I will turn that frown upside down. I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day. I am tense. I prefer corn to peas. I liked The Transformers when I was little. Still do now, to some extent. I was a teenage rock & roll machine. I have never worn spandex bike shorts. I said "Kiss me, you are beautiful; these are truly the last days". I ain't one a dem fi'-dolla-anna-packa-smokes kinda hoes. I'm respectable. My anti-drug is SATAN!