In case you missed the announcement, today is the 1st Annual No Blogging Day, so that is why I’m not posting anything here.
I watched the 3rd game of the Red Sox – Braves series on TV this afternoon. Clement pitched a heck of a game and it was nice to be able to put a face on Kevin Youkilis, but I’m going to be glad to go back to the radio. Managers, coaches, players, sunflower seeds, tobacco juice, water, Gatorade, saliva, seems like all these guys do is spit.
Looking southwest at the corner of Mr. Fletcher’s Ride and an unnamed path about 1/2 mile in from our usual entry point into Hitchcock Woods. We went walking a little later in the day today, around 9:30 – 10 AM, because we have had an unseasonably cool weekend and sleeping in late on a Sunday is a good thing. That accounts for the different lighting making the trees appear much greener than April’s picture.
I watched most of the Red Sox – Braves game on TV tonight. It has been raining virtually all night in Beantown. Sometimes hard and sometimes light, but every time you are looking at the TV screen you see the rain coming down. So when I get up to use the restroom or swap the clothes from the washer to the dryer between innings, I am shocked that I don’t see rain out the windows of my house.
Barbossa: First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, so I must do nothin’. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate’s Code to apply, and you’re not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.
I got sucked in to watching “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl” this afternoon. I own the DVD and can watch it in widescreen glory anytime and I never seem to pop it in the player, but if I stumble on to it playing on the TV I’m glued to it. I just hope next year’s “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest” if half as good as this one was.
Red Sox host the Braves in inter-league play this weekend so I will get to watch the games on TBS instead of listening to them on MLB.com. It might be a good thing, depends on how they play. Because when listening on the radio you have to use your imagination to visualize the action, so if things are going badly it is easy to shut off the illusion and reduce the pain level. Plus on radio there isn’t that little reminder score box mocking you in the corner of the screen.
I have ripped about a Megs worth of MP3s from RadioioAmbient as it makes a nice background music to work to. And if I keep the volume down my cubicle neighbors can’t hear it. I even recognize a few of the tunes played as I went through a New Age music phase back in the late 80’s – early 90’s.
There is one track I captured that I bet quite a few people would recognize and it might even send a few, like me, into an erotic daydream. Its Tangerine Dream’s Love On A Real Train from the movie Risky Business. Think late night, deserted Chicago L train, Tom Cruise, Rebecca De Mornay…
I want everyone on the internet to concentrate on the number 62 for me.
The company I work for has this little game they play called Safety Bingo. Everyone has a bingo card and every day that no one has a recordable accident a number is “called.” If there is a recordable accident the kitty is cut in half. With the second incident wiping the game out. The winning card gets $20 a square and we do play all the different bingo games so sometimes a winning card is worth a good bit. The current game is “Around the Block” and the kitty has been halved, but a win would be worth $160.
All I need is for 62 to be called and I’ll be a winner.