This is an oddly specific string of keywords: "vest brandi carlile emily"--somebody used it to find my entry on the "Turpentine" video. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, but it's tickling me anyway. Also, I actually googled that string myself, and I am only the second hit. What the hell? Bitches...
Oh, also, I finally watched the "Turpentine" video again, and I can't believe I didn't realize she's barefoot in it. I love barefooted girls even more than barefooted boys. It might have been the video I initially watched, but she didn't look orange this time. Just really, really pretty. And maybe the vest is growing on me or something, but I guess it's not that bad. I think I just really couldn't resist making the Mean Girls connection. (Other Mean Girls quote that horribly comes into my head in connection with Brandi: "I'm sorry I called you a gap-toothed bitch. It's not your fault you're so gap-toothed." Even though I don't think it's so much that she's gap-toothed as that her two front teeth are crooked. Whatever! Mean Girls runs my subconscious.)
So I was pondering this the other day: I went to three shows at the Orpheum this month, and Brandi's was the only one where they didn't allow beer in the seats. At Regina and Kelly, you could drink in the theater; at Brandi, you had to finish your booze in the lobby, which was just as well, because if I'd had another giant Bud Light, I would have had to pee halfway through her set, and that would not have been allowed (by me). But I was still like, "What the fuck? Brandi Carlile fans aren't assholes." However, after reading some reports from her other shows on this tour, I'm starting to think that, for some reason, she attracts assholes, because there always seemed to be mention of some drunk or other being a total dick. In Burlington it wasn't so bad--at least around me--that drunk woman just passed out at the end, but she wasn't being annoying or anything during the show. And I'm ashamed to say that I got wasted at my first Brandi concert, but that's because Mike and I had already been drinking at the Cask 'n Flagon, and it just seemed like continuing to drink at the Avalon would be the thing to do. But we weren't annoying, and we were on the edges of the crowd, by the bar, not in anyone's way; maybe we talked to each other too loudly, but we didn't run into people or scream at the band--or pass out during "Hallelujah"--like, really. Anyway, after that show, I was, like, "What the hell was I thinking? I'm never getting drunk at a Brandi Carlile concert again." Because you miss shit when you're drunk. We had tons of fun, but I'd rather be stone cold sober for this girl.
Anyway, what the fuck, nasty drunks? Stay away from concerts where people actually wanna listen to the band. Or mostly, stay away from Brandi Carlile. Thanks.
I also got this search string: "what denomination was laura ingalls wilder"--and you know, I do not know. Some kind of Protestant. The end. But I did write that whole thing about Little House on the Prairie, but where did denomination come from? I hate talking about religion.
Songs I would die to hear Brandi Carlile cover:
"A Case of You"
"Undone--The Sweater Song"
the rest of "Bohemian Rhapsody"
"Paint It Black"
"Shelter from the Storm"
October 31, 2007
October 30, 2007
I don't even like Halloween. Allegedly.
Oh my god, do you know what I got hit with a big craving for just this minute? Those pumpkins that are just like candy corn but are shaped like pumpkins. You know? These:
Apparently, their official name is Mellowcreme Pumpkins. That sounds gross. I just call them pumpkin-shaped candy corn. Ooh, and they're so much more potent than candy corn. After I eat, like, two I want to barf, because I might as well just be pouring granulated sugar down my throat, but oh my god, they're so delicious. Right?
Oh, but do you know what is effing nasty, and for some reason, every Halloween I still eat some? So-called Indian Corn, the brown candy corn. Is the brown supposed to make it taste like chocolate? Because it tastes like ass! And every year, I go, "Ooh, candy corn. All candy corn is delicious, right?" Wrong. Oh, so very wrong. Why won't I learn my lesson, dammit? Also, even among regular candy corn, all candy corn is not delicious. Pretty much, for me, it's Brach's or nothing. Anything else is, like, hard and plasticky, but Brach's is chewy and delicious. The Goelitz people, who own Jelly Belly, make candy corn, and it is gross! They should just make a candy corn flavored jelly bean. Or would that be too weird, candy that tastes like other candy? Whatever. I would eat candy corn flavored jelly beans by the handful.
I have a problem.
Wait! I just thought of something else that's gross! During the fall of senior year, I was at...Target (?) with... Jen and/or Sarah, and I found candy corn flavored soda, and because I love candy corn, I was like, "Sweet! I have to get this!" And Jen and/or Sarah tried to talk me out of it, because they both knew it would be gross (even if they both weren't there; they both were smarter than me in this regard), but I was insistent. And oh god, it was gross. It did not taste like candy corn so much as carbonated honey and glue, which is probably what candy corn is, but it tastes much better in solid form. I had to buy a six pack, no singles, and I couldn't even finish one can. The other five sat in our fridge until Christmas. So here's another lesson I need to heed: novelty soda is never delicious. Jones's, I'm looking at you. Since, you know, you made this horrible stuff. And you have your Thanksgiving flavored sodas too. Blergh.
The can is cute, though. I was so sad that it was gross. So sad. Actually, you know, I think I popped one of these in the parking lot, got grossed out and poured it out the car window, then went home and refrigerated the other five to see if that would improve the taste. It did not, and can number two got poured down the drain. So there were really only four cans sitting in the fridge till Christmas. No one else even wanted to try it!
Apparently, their official name is Mellowcreme Pumpkins. That sounds gross. I just call them pumpkin-shaped candy corn. Ooh, and they're so much more potent than candy corn. After I eat, like, two I want to barf, because I might as well just be pouring granulated sugar down my throat, but oh my god, they're so delicious. Right?Oh, but do you know what is effing nasty, and for some reason, every Halloween I still eat some? So-called Indian Corn, the brown candy corn. Is the brown supposed to make it taste like chocolate? Because it tastes like ass! And every year, I go, "Ooh, candy corn. All candy corn is delicious, right?" Wrong. Oh, so very wrong. Why won't I learn my lesson, dammit? Also, even among regular candy corn, all candy corn is not delicious. Pretty much, for me, it's Brach's or nothing. Anything else is, like, hard and plasticky, but Brach's is chewy and delicious. The Goelitz people, who own Jelly Belly, make candy corn, and it is gross! They should just make a candy corn flavored jelly bean. Or would that be too weird, candy that tastes like other candy? Whatever. I would eat candy corn flavored jelly beans by the handful.
I have a problem.
Wait! I just thought of something else that's gross! During the fall of senior year, I was at...Target (?) with... Jen and/or Sarah, and I found candy corn flavored soda, and because I love candy corn, I was like, "Sweet! I have to get this!" And Jen and/or Sarah tried to talk me out of it, because they both knew it would be gross (even if they both weren't there; they both were smarter than me in this regard), but I was insistent. And oh god, it was gross. It did not taste like candy corn so much as carbonated honey and glue, which is probably what candy corn is, but it tastes much better in solid form. I had to buy a six pack, no singles, and I couldn't even finish one can. The other five sat in our fridge until Christmas. So here's another lesson I need to heed: novelty soda is never delicious. Jones's, I'm looking at you. Since, you know, you made this horrible stuff. And you have your Thanksgiving flavored sodas too. Blergh.
The can is cute, though. I was so sad that it was gross. So sad. Actually, you know, I think I popped one of these in the parking lot, got grossed out and poured it out the car window, then went home and refrigerated the other five to see if that would improve the taste. It did not, and can number two got poured down the drain. So there were really only four cans sitting in the fridge till Christmas. No one else even wanted to try it!
October 29, 2007
Non-Sox talk
Oh my god, these site statistics are so fun! I just discovered that it's not just people concerned about that girl's sexuality stumbling upon this blog (though that is still the number one draw, apparently. I kind of feel retarded about that now). One search was for "is meg cabot a newberry [sic] author?" And I can tell you that no, she is not. The Princess Diaries, while fun, are not winning any awards. But I'm sure you've found that information already, intrepid googler. Another one was for "baseball never ends" which was actually a title of one of my posts, possibly about the game Jess and I got to see in September. That was weird. Also, people searching "george izzie" found this place, too, thanks to my hatred of their pairing. Seriously. Make it stop. And then, the randomest: "from the mixed up files free literary unit"--I don't even remember talking about From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, but I must have. And I should have, because that is a damn fine book. And a Newbery winner as well.
Okay, so now I have to add another chapter to my neverending story "I love country music, and now I have to kill myself," which I might as well subtitle "and it's all Brandi Carlile's fault." Because it is. All her fault. She wrote a new song, like, two weeks ago, and she described it herself as a song filled with every classic country cliche she could think of. And this song? It is awesome. And in my first rant against country music, I bitched about the cliches--that they were the reason I hated it. Or I tried to--that first rant is pretty inarticulate. Like most of my rants! But that's the reason I hated country music--full of cliches. But if you're making fun of the cliches, then I love it. And it also helps if you're Brandi Carlile. But this song is "Same Ol' You"--find it on youtube.
I tried not to talk about her today, you know, but it's just not working, because I'm also having a problem. She has this song "Save All Your Goodbyes" that hasn't been released anywhere, and I had to steal it from the internet, and I would feel guilty about it, but I love it too much. Anyway, it's a great song, but I can't for the life of me figure out what she's saying in one of the lines, and I've been just mumbling through it when she gets to that part. Something about "teach us to believe the truth hmmmfmmmfuaiiis." I don't know. I could google for lyrics or whatever, but I hate those lyrics sites. The only solution is to listen to the song over and over and over again. Have you ever noticed that you'll get, like, official lyrics for a song, even in the actual liner notes, but those words are so not what the singer is singing? I don't really care what lyrics you wrote out; I want to know what you're singing. (I don't think that's ever happened with Brandi, but it's happened before--I think with Kelly Clarkson--so I usually don't trust lyrics sites or even liner notes, sometimes; I go with my ears! But my ears are failing me.) Okay, so I actually just tried to google this song, and I got nothin'. Did I hallucinate it? Is it...called something else? Are my ears so bad that I can't even get one line right? Well, great, now I have to do some real research. No dice. Here's what I have, anyway:
I know it's getting late
but I don't wanna talk about it
If you can't fall asleep
I think you should try
And we're deceived by waiting for the answers
that teach us to believe
the truth is in the [I HAVE NO IDEA]
Save all your goodbyes by leavin' me tomorrow
So you won't have to try
and I won't have to swallow
all my foolish pride until you're gone
(aah-ooooh) [I love that part]
You don't understand
This door's always open
It's not what we had planned
but we're still alive
And we can stand tall and never broken
and I can hold your hand, still by your side
Save all your goodbyes by leavin' me tomorrow
So you won't have to cry
and I won't have to swallow
all my foolish pride until you're gone
This song sounds like it belongs on The Story, but it got cut for some reason. (I heard somewhere they recorded 18 tracks and only used 14--I wish I remember where I heard that, but my mind is a sieve these days. Also, what a terrible English major I've turned out to be, unable to document any of my sources.) Why? It is lovely. Not that I could pick a song off The Story to replace with it, though. Well, I suppose I'm just greedy. And anal, because I hate having songs with no album to attach them to--it really grates on my organizational obsession. You should see my iTunes library. It's crazy.
My crazy obsessive nature has also noticed these days that Ms. Carlile has an obsession of sorts with blue eyes. Off the top of my head, I can think of four of her songs with blue eyes in the lyrics: "Fall"--'come on, blue eyes that tell me that you can't walk away'; "Tired"--'I'm tired with your blue eyes crying'; "That Year"--'you were lonesome and blue-eyed'; "Caroline"--'if I could see behind blue eyes.' And then she does that cover of "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain," which I love (and which must be added to the country music suicide watch list, great). I don't know. I don't really care to try to extract the significance of this (if there even is any significance); it's just something I have noticed.
Just for kicks, "Same Ol' You":
So here you are in your borrowed car
kickin' rocks around
lookin' at your shoes
It's the same ol' you
Tell me where you been
Where you goin' to?
Where were you last night?
Boy, listen up when I'm talkin' to you
It's the same ol' you
Another lonely night with that same ol' whiskey moon [?]
It's the same ol' you when you get to drinkin'
Same ol' you when you're on the town
Same ol' you in church on Sunday
gettin' high when the sun goes down
Well, it's time I got to thinkin'
and I think I'm done with you
cuz until I get to leavin'
it's just the same ol' me, too
Your mama's gonna cry her eyes
There ain't gonna be no wedding day
What's she gonna say
when I tell her how I had no choice
Same ol' you wouldn't even raise your voice and ask me to stay
I wouldn't anyway
Well, you can keep your ring and I'll keep my daddy's name
It's the same ol' you when you get to drinkin'
Same ol' you when you're on the town
Same ol' you in church on Sunday
gettin' high when the sun goes down
Well, it's time I got to thinkin'
and I think I'm done with you
cuz until I get to leavin'
it's just the same ol' me, too
Love it. You know where she debuted this song, too? In St. Louis. I have people in St. Louis! Well, one person. I could have conceivably gone to this show and then shown up at Jen's apartment, demanding a place to sleep. If only I had planned ahead.
Okay, so now I have to add another chapter to my neverending story "I love country music, and now I have to kill myself," which I might as well subtitle "and it's all Brandi Carlile's fault." Because it is. All her fault. She wrote a new song, like, two weeks ago, and she described it herself as a song filled with every classic country cliche she could think of. And this song? It is awesome. And in my first rant against country music, I bitched about the cliches--that they were the reason I hated it. Or I tried to--that first rant is pretty inarticulate. Like most of my rants! But that's the reason I hated country music--full of cliches. But if you're making fun of the cliches, then I love it. And it also helps if you're Brandi Carlile. But this song is "Same Ol' You"--find it on youtube.
I tried not to talk about her today, you know, but it's just not working, because I'm also having a problem. She has this song "Save All Your Goodbyes" that hasn't been released anywhere, and I had to steal it from the internet, and I would feel guilty about it, but I love it too much. Anyway, it's a great song, but I can't for the life of me figure out what she's saying in one of the lines, and I've been just mumbling through it when she gets to that part. Something about "teach us to believe the truth hmmmfmmmfuaiiis." I don't know. I could google for lyrics or whatever, but I hate those lyrics sites. The only solution is to listen to the song over and over and over again. Have you ever noticed that you'll get, like, official lyrics for a song, even in the actual liner notes, but those words are so not what the singer is singing? I don't really care what lyrics you wrote out; I want to know what you're singing. (I don't think that's ever happened with Brandi, but it's happened before--I think with Kelly Clarkson--so I usually don't trust lyrics sites or even liner notes, sometimes; I go with my ears! But my ears are failing me.) Okay, so I actually just tried to google this song, and I got nothin'. Did I hallucinate it? Is it...called something else? Are my ears so bad that I can't even get one line right? Well, great, now I have to do some real research. No dice. Here's what I have, anyway:
I know it's getting late
but I don't wanna talk about it
If you can't fall asleep
I think you should try
And we're deceived by waiting for the answers
that teach us to believe
the truth is in the [I HAVE NO IDEA]
Save all your goodbyes by leavin' me tomorrow
So you won't have to try
and I won't have to swallow
all my foolish pride until you're gone
(aah-ooooh) [I love that part]
You don't understand
This door's always open
It's not what we had planned
but we're still alive
And we can stand tall and never broken
and I can hold your hand, still by your side
Save all your goodbyes by leavin' me tomorrow
So you won't have to cry
and I won't have to swallow
all my foolish pride until you're gone
This song sounds like it belongs on The Story, but it got cut for some reason. (I heard somewhere they recorded 18 tracks and only used 14--I wish I remember where I heard that, but my mind is a sieve these days. Also, what a terrible English major I've turned out to be, unable to document any of my sources.) Why? It is lovely. Not that I could pick a song off The Story to replace with it, though. Well, I suppose I'm just greedy. And anal, because I hate having songs with no album to attach them to--it really grates on my organizational obsession. You should see my iTunes library. It's crazy.
My crazy obsessive nature has also noticed these days that Ms. Carlile has an obsession of sorts with blue eyes. Off the top of my head, I can think of four of her songs with blue eyes in the lyrics: "Fall"--'come on, blue eyes that tell me that you can't walk away'; "Tired"--'I'm tired with your blue eyes crying'; "That Year"--'you were lonesome and blue-eyed'; "Caroline"--'if I could see behind blue eyes.' And then she does that cover of "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain," which I love (and which must be added to the country music suicide watch list, great). I don't know. I don't really care to try to extract the significance of this (if there even is any significance); it's just something I have noticed.
Just for kicks, "Same Ol' You":
So here you are in your borrowed car
kickin' rocks around
lookin' at your shoes
It's the same ol' you
Tell me where you been
Where you goin' to?
Where were you last night?
Boy, listen up when I'm talkin' to you
It's the same ol' you
Another lonely night with that same ol' whiskey moon [?]
It's the same ol' you when you get to drinkin'
Same ol' you when you're on the town
Same ol' you in church on Sunday
gettin' high when the sun goes down
Well, it's time I got to thinkin'
and I think I'm done with you
cuz until I get to leavin'
it's just the same ol' me, too
Your mama's gonna cry her eyes
There ain't gonna be no wedding day
What's she gonna say
when I tell her how I had no choice
Same ol' you wouldn't even raise your voice and ask me to stay
I wouldn't anyway
Well, you can keep your ring and I'll keep my daddy's name
It's the same ol' you when you get to drinkin'
Same ol' you when you're on the town
Same ol' you in church on Sunday
gettin' high when the sun goes down
Well, it's time I got to thinkin'
and I think I'm done with you
cuz until I get to leavin'
it's just the same ol' me, too
Love it. You know where she debuted this song, too? In St. Louis. I have people in St. Louis! Well, one person. I could have conceivably gone to this show and then shown up at Jen's apartment, demanding a place to sleep. If only I had planned ahead.
That's right
I'm sorry, did I actually say I picked Dustin Pedroia over Mike Lowell? I have no idea what I was thinking. While it is true that I am a big fan of Mr. Rookie of the Year (and his dreamy, boyish smile), Mike Lowell is my man. My Red Sox shirt has his name on the back of it. Not Pedroia's. Now, lest you think I changed my mind or whatever once he was named World Series MVP, I actually came to my senses in the fifth inning when he slid home on Varitek's single. And then when he hit that home run. Dustin did good, but Mike Lowell was my man all season long, and I feel foolish for even thinking of forsaking him.Hey, and thank god for Bobby Kielty, huh? Comin' out of nowhere to hit that home run that ensured the win. I love shit like that. I would also like to give it up for Dice-K for those two RBIs. Love it when the pitcher bats. LOVE IT. I also love to see David Ortiz field. Love it. Seriously, I'm so not havin' this DH rule. Then you have to choose between Papi and Youk in the World Series, and I don't like it. But I'm an American League girl. Have to be.
If the Red Sox let Lowell get away, like Trot Nixon, I will cry. But how the hell can you get rid of your World Series MVP? Right? RIGHT? I hate this part of professional sports. Hate it. Ugh, and if they replace him with A-Rod, I don't know what I'll do. Is there any foundation to this rumor? Who knows? But people are always talking about the Sox getting A-Rod. I don't want him! I don't care how many home runs he hits. He's a whiny bitch, and do you remember when he slapped the ball out of Bronson Arroyo's glove trying to get to first in the '04 ALCS? Who even does that? God, that was so gross. The fuckin' NYPD had to come out to the field to restore order in Yankee Stadium after all that bullshit so the game could continue. Seriously. I don't want that douche in Boston.
Um, anyway, hurrah. It was not as exciting as 2004, but it was still quite the good time.
October 26, 2007
Um, yeah?
Aw, Mike Lowell, I am sorry I left you for Dustin Pedroia. But...I chose Dustin and I'm sticking with him. But you, my fine eyebrowed friend, are still awesome.Not as fun last night, but a win is a win, is it not? And you know, as much as I kind of want the Red Sox to lose at least two, so they can win the World Series at home, I've decided maybe it is better if they win it in Denver. I mean, in 2004, it was complete pandelirium in Boston. Can you imagine the insanity if Fenway was full? I'll pass. I'm pretty sure the insanity will hardly be any less even though there's no curse to break this year. Boston fans are nuts.
So I've discovered that a few people have come to this here blog by searching "brandi carlile" and "lesbian," which are three words that appear frequently in my ramblings, and I just find it hilarious. Are you people looking for confirmation that Brandi's a lez? Well, get away from me; I don't know her. I did write that stupid entry about the vest in which I speculated, but that was harmless--or meant to be harmless anyway. It doesn't matter who Brandi's into, hear? Whoever it is, it's not me, and that's the part that's sad. Ahem. (That was a joke, too. Just so we're clear.) Also, I wanna thank and apologize to gocolts99, whose comment I unceremoniously deleted, because I started freaking out about strangers actually reading the dumb shit I write. I'm not used to anyone actually reading my internet ramblings--but if I didn't want anyone to read them, why are they on the internet? Yeah, I don't know. I'm having some troubles with this. Anyway, thanks, gocolts, for confirming that "Turpentine" was indeed for her brother.
I hate censoring myself--and other people--but this is weirding me out. Um, go Red Sox.
Well, speaking of the Red Sox (again), I decided, with the help of Brandi fan Kelly, that Brandi wins the Carlile/Clarkson fake Red Sox fan face-off. My decision was based partly on the opinion of one other person, partly on the fact that Brandi's hat is red, and Kelly's is pink. And I really just cannot abide pink Red Sox hats. We get it, Kelly, you're a girrrrrl. Good for you. But thanks for throwing your World Series support in, anyway. I don't have any problem with bandwagon fans, unless they're former mayors of New York City.
Don't let me down
Okay! Here's a post devoid of my weird internet issues, I swear.
So I finally watched a new episode of Grey's, and it was surprisingly good. It was worth all of it to see Callie and Cristina bunking together at the end--and Cristina telling Callie that she does mind if she cleans up the slob's apartment. However, if Callie has the millions of dollars, why is she sleeping on Cristina's couch? And why did she live in the basement of the hospital? Did she and George ever move out of the hotel? Whatever. I like Callie and Cristina bonding; I like Cristina giving Izzie the cold shoulder; I like George when he's interacting with anyone but Izzie. I don't like Bailey's marriage problems, but oh well. She is still Bailey. And the chainsaw to the foot thing was more than I ever needed to see! Christ.
Seriously. Is anyone rooting for this George and Izzie pairing? Anyone? Because it is making me dry heave. I don't see anything between them. At all. I forgot, too, that Alex lived with Meredith and Izzie these days. I like that.
Also, I need to talk about this new blog I found, thanks to blogger itself. The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks. It's bangarang, because one of things that bugs me most in my life is that people seem to think quotation marks should be used to emphasize things. I even wrote an inarticulate livejournal entry on this issue way back in the dark ages of my internet writing. Quotation marks are used for two purposes: to quote something somebody else said and to indicate, basically, that something isn't what it claims to be. A "free" lunch, for example, is a lunch that claims to be free, but as we all know, there's no such thing, and so the quotation marks around free indicate that the lunch does, in fact, cost something. A free "lunch," on the other hand, is something free that isn't really lunch. It's just a bag of peanuts or something masquerading as your noontime meal. Anyway, the blog is hilarious. If you're a nerd like me, check it out.
Edited hastily to add this:
Stephen Colbert has his own flavor of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Too bad Mike hates ice cream, or I'd buy him a pint. Maybe I'll buy him a pint anyway and eat it myself, but let him keep the carton!
So I finally watched a new episode of Grey's, and it was surprisingly good. It was worth all of it to see Callie and Cristina bunking together at the end--and Cristina telling Callie that she does mind if she cleans up the slob's apartment. However, if Callie has the millions of dollars, why is she sleeping on Cristina's couch? And why did she live in the basement of the hospital? Did she and George ever move out of the hotel? Whatever. I like Callie and Cristina bonding; I like Cristina giving Izzie the cold shoulder; I like George when he's interacting with anyone but Izzie. I don't like Bailey's marriage problems, but oh well. She is still Bailey. And the chainsaw to the foot thing was more than I ever needed to see! Christ.
Seriously. Is anyone rooting for this George and Izzie pairing? Anyone? Because it is making me dry heave. I don't see anything between them. At all. I forgot, too, that Alex lived with Meredith and Izzie these days. I like that.
Also, I need to talk about this new blog I found, thanks to blogger itself. The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks. It's bangarang, because one of things that bugs me most in my life is that people seem to think quotation marks should be used to emphasize things. I even wrote an inarticulate livejournal entry on this issue way back in the dark ages of my internet writing. Quotation marks are used for two purposes: to quote something somebody else said and to indicate, basically, that something isn't what it claims to be. A "free" lunch, for example, is a lunch that claims to be free, but as we all know, there's no such thing, and so the quotation marks around free indicate that the lunch does, in fact, cost something. A free "lunch," on the other hand, is something free that isn't really lunch. It's just a bag of peanuts or something masquerading as your noontime meal. Anyway, the blog is hilarious. If you're a nerd like me, check it out.
Edited hastily to add this:
Stephen Colbert has his own flavor of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Too bad Mike hates ice cream, or I'd buy him a pint. Maybe I'll buy him a pint anyway and eat it myself, but let him keep the carton!
October 25, 2007
Boys, boys, boys
How awesome is Dustin Pedroia? Huh? Yeah. Almost as awesome as Josh Beckett. I really can't decide which one I love more. Seriously. Just for the first inning alone. That is how you start the World Series, bitches. Although, I think I'll let Jess have Josh. Pedroia is my official imaginary husband. (Um, sorry, Mike Lowell. You know I love you. But, um...Pedroia's cuter?)I have to say, though, that these Fox announcers suck rocks. They kept misspeaking--like, one said "Colorado" when they meant "Cleveland," and then later, one (same one? I don't know) said that Red Sox had overcome a 3-1 deficit against the Angels, and like, um, the Angels series was only best out of five, so that wasn't even possible, and also the ALCS just happened. Red Sox and Indians. You idiots. Hot damn, do I miss Don Orsillo. And you too, Remy.
Also? Red Sox Nation does not want, nor do we need, your support, Giulani. So fuck off.
October 24, 2007
I wanna remember you just like this
Okay, I have, like, a million things to say about the Kelly Clarkson concert, and hopefully I can remember them all. Let's start with this: not as good as Brandi. But still quite entertaining. I mean, I should have known these two girls put on completely different shows, but I was just so used to, you know, the musicians just playin' their instruments and singing. Kelly Clarkson concerts are more of a spectacle, with backup singers and projector screens and all kinds of crazy lighting. And while that is quite enjoyable, I really do prefer the more minimalist approach to a show, and I really wish Kelly would do a tour where it's just her and her band, because her voice is awesome, and it kind of gets lost, sometimes, in all the extra craziness on stage. But anyway. Good times.
I went to the show fully expecting her to make me eat the words of my last blog, and she had me up until she brought in Jesus, in introducing "Up to the Mountain." I was so ruffled I even remember the exact words she said: "I grew up in church, so this is gonna be churchy--so don't be afraid of Jesus. Just let him in." And I was, like, "Oh. My. Fuck." Is that necessary? Leave Jesus out of it, lady. Like, okay, I have no problem if Jesus is your bag--truly--but stop, stop, stop trying to get other people to feel about Jesus the way you do. (This is not really directed at Kelly--what she said was pretty harmless, but it's just a thing that I can't stand.) I am actually kind of a fan of Jesus myself, but not in a "he's the key to your eternal salvation" way--in a "dude knew how to treat people way." But anyway, the show was so fun that I kind of got over it, but it rankled me for the whole song, which is actually quite a beautiful song, from Patty Griffin.
Okay, now that the bitching's out of the way, let's continue shall we? All of the things I wanted to happen at Brandi's Boston concert that didn't happened at Kelly Clarkson: standing throughout the show, crazy audience participation, and Boston Red Sox hat wearing. Oh yes. Kelly put on a pink one, backwards, for "Since U Been Gone." Adorable. And one of her backup singers wore the regular navy blue one. Also, she talked about the World Series at the beginning of her show, and apparently she sang the national anthem with Aerosmith (or she did "God Bless America" and Aerosmith did the national anthem?) for one of the games in 2004? How did I miss this? You know I was watching the World Series in 2004. Oh well. She said she totally became a Red Sox fan after that. I'm taking that with a mother-fucking grain of salt, but I think she said that she and her brother come out to games every once in a while. I could have hallucinated that, but whatever. Kelly knows how to pander to the Boston audiences, Brandi. Jon McLaughlin, her opener, did too--wearing a Sox t-shirt despite being from Indiana.
I was sitting behind this family with two adorable moppet boys, who couldn't have been older than six and four, and we were right in front of the stage, and it was loud, but the littler one fell asleep about halfway through. So cute. The audience was rather more diverse than the audiences at the shows I've been attending these days. I only saw two lesbians. But many more gay dudes--in couples or with herds of hags. There were also a lot of straight girls together in pairs, and they were the ones who went craziest for her. I don't get you, straight girls. And then there were moms and daughters, which was sweet. The mom in the row in front of me was totally digging the show, even more than her daughter. That made me smile.
Her bassist was awesome, tall and bald, so I couldn't help comparing him to Phil (Phil won), but he sang along with the choruses to "Behind These Hazel Eyes" and "Never Again" without a mic, and I realized that's fun even when it's not Brandi Carlile doing it. Also, he was kind of scary-looking. He looked a little bit like Voldemort. And he wore shoes. So of course Phil won.
The highlight for me, as usual, was "Addicted," which remains my favorite Kelly Clarkson song. I think it might actually be her favorite Kelly Clarkson song, too. She killed it, and the audience lost its collective mind. I did prefer the way she did it back in '05, though, when she just sang it a capella. Or at least the beginning of it was a capella. That was awesome.
Oh my god! I totally forgot the best part. After...some song--"Be Still"?--she disappeared behind the curtain and came back for "Miss Independent" wearing a black vest. Serious. It was cut girlier than Brandi's, and she just threw it on over the blue shirt she was already wearing, and she didn't button it or anything, but. Y'all. Black vest. What is that about? There's a picture I have of her, in profile, and with the vest, she looks kind of dykey. Something about vests just screams lesbian. Kelly, however, is not a lesbian. No matter how much I kind of wish she was.
Here's another thing that bugged at this concert: the crowd was too fucking loud. When she did just her simple songs, like "Be Still," people kept screaming and ruining it--making it hard to hear her voice. And, people, Kelly Clarkson is all about that voice. That is what makes her awesome. So shut up and listen to it! I am getting old and cranky!
So I was closer to the stage than I was at Brandi, and that kind of made me sad about Brandi, but I went to Vermont and remedied that, and anyway, I was close enough that I could pretend I could actually make eye contact with Kelly Clarkson, and just the illusion of that made me happy. (I still love her, y'all. In case you didn't pick up on that.)
Kelly is cute and sweet and goofy, and I fell in love with her again just watching her bounce around the stage and talk to the audience about how she was sweating like crazy, because once again, the Orpheum was fucking stifling. Not as bad as Brandi, but bad. I guess because it was still so warm outside? But it kind of feels like there's no fucking ventilation in the theater.
My other highlight, besides "Addicted" and the Red Sox hat, was that she actually performed "Chivas"--and told the story of how she wrote it, smashed, on bar napkins after running into someone she didn't want to see--on that night made infamous on youtube when she got drunk and decided to sing some Guns 'n Roses. And she just laughed about it, like, "Okay, we all do dumb shit when we're drunk." The audience loved it. I loved it. Because I love fun drunks. She actually said, "I was at this bar, and I was inebriated--that means drunk--" and everyone was already howling, because she was talking about drinking, but I just died that she had to explain the meaning of inebriated.
She opened the show with "One Minute," which is the only song on My December I don't like, but she was bouncin' around and having so much fun that I couldn't not love it. I also don't like "Because of You," mostly because it got played to death, but I sang along dutifully with the rest of the crowd, because Kelly eats that shit up. Also, when she was talking about the song, she mentioned how she got to re-record it with Reba McEntire, who is one of her "idols"--she said it with the air quotes--and then she supplied her own rimshot, and no one was really listening, because they were all going crazy in anticipation for the song or something, but I died laughing. Number one, because she's still hung up on being the American Idol (poor girl), and number two, she supplied her own rim shot for a lame joke. If you can even call it a joke. Adorable!
While we're talking about Kelly Clarkson songs I don't like, let me tell you about "Breakaway." First of all, that song title should be two words, because it is a two-part verb. Like "Walk Away." Second, I hate that song. I hate it like I hate "A Moment Like This." It's so lame. And cheesy. And even when she does it live, I kind of can't stand it. But I sang along anyway, because that is what you do at a Kelly Clarkson concert.
Her hair was short and blonde, which means that in those pictures where she has the long, wavy brown hair, she's wearing a weave (weeds), shoo. Blah. I don't like it when she's blonde. I much prefer pretty brunette Kelly Clarkson. But the length of her hair was cute. I approve of that. That was also why I didn't buy a tour t-shirt. In the pictures, it was so obvious her hair was fake, I wasn't feelin' it. Not worth the $35. She had a cute brown hooded sweatshirt that I would have bought had it not been $60. Sixty dollars! Brandi's was $35. Dammit, Kelly Clarkson, you're too famous.
So here's a thing I realized when I was driving home last night: my Kelly Clarkson obsession comes and goes in waves. Like, it was crazy after she won Idol, so crazy that I went to see From Justin to Kelly in the theater. Possibly more than once. Then it kind of waned until she put out Breakaway, and I couldn't stop listening to that for months, and then it kind of waned again until August '05 when Katy and I decided to go on up to Manchester and see if we could get tickets the night of the show. And we did! And the show was awesome! (I miss Katy.) Then I made my dad get me tickets to her summer of '06 show for a graduation present, and I got totally obsessed again, and the obsession didn't really abate until...um, I fell in love with Brandi Carlile. Which happened gradually, because it didn't happen right after her show in Boston, because I was still hyped up about Kelly's new album coming out in a month (I think?), and then it didn't happen right after the Hampton Beach show--it was happening before that--but it was after that that I decided I definitely liked her better than Kelly. So, anyway, I've decided that were it not for this crazy Brandi Carlile thing, I'd have fallen crazy in love with Kelly again after last night and been all, "I need to see her again immediately!" like I was after the other two concerts. Now that emotion is reserved for Ms. Carlile. She has most definitely earned it, because when I saw her again immediately after one concert, she was even better. Believe it.
Oh! I forgot the second best part. She was barefoot, like she always is, but I never love it any less.
Ahem, anyway, Kelly Clarkson pictures are up. Enjoy, beeyotches.
I went to the show fully expecting her to make me eat the words of my last blog, and she had me up until she brought in Jesus, in introducing "Up to the Mountain." I was so ruffled I even remember the exact words she said: "I grew up in church, so this is gonna be churchy--so don't be afraid of Jesus. Just let him in." And I was, like, "Oh. My. Fuck." Is that necessary? Leave Jesus out of it, lady. Like, okay, I have no problem if Jesus is your bag--truly--but stop, stop, stop trying to get other people to feel about Jesus the way you do. (This is not really directed at Kelly--what she said was pretty harmless, but it's just a thing that I can't stand.) I am actually kind of a fan of Jesus myself, but not in a "he's the key to your eternal salvation" way--in a "dude knew how to treat people way." But anyway, the show was so fun that I kind of got over it, but it rankled me for the whole song, which is actually quite a beautiful song, from Patty Griffin.
Okay, now that the bitching's out of the way, let's continue shall we? All of the things I wanted to happen at Brandi's Boston concert that didn't happened at Kelly Clarkson: standing throughout the show, crazy audience participation, and Boston Red Sox hat wearing. Oh yes. Kelly put on a pink one, backwards, for "Since U Been Gone." Adorable. And one of her backup singers wore the regular navy blue one. Also, she talked about the World Series at the beginning of her show, and apparently she sang the national anthem with Aerosmith (or she did "God Bless America" and Aerosmith did the national anthem?) for one of the games in 2004? How did I miss this? You know I was watching the World Series in 2004. Oh well. She said she totally became a Red Sox fan after that. I'm taking that with a mother-fucking grain of salt, but I think she said that she and her brother come out to games every once in a while. I could have hallucinated that, but whatever. Kelly knows how to pander to the Boston audiences, Brandi. Jon McLaughlin, her opener, did too--wearing a Sox t-shirt despite being from Indiana.
I was sitting behind this family with two adorable moppet boys, who couldn't have been older than six and four, and we were right in front of the stage, and it was loud, but the littler one fell asleep about halfway through. So cute. The audience was rather more diverse than the audiences at the shows I've been attending these days. I only saw two lesbians. But many more gay dudes--in couples or with herds of hags. There were also a lot of straight girls together in pairs, and they were the ones who went craziest for her. I don't get you, straight girls. And then there were moms and daughters, which was sweet. The mom in the row in front of me was totally digging the show, even more than her daughter. That made me smile.
Her bassist was awesome, tall and bald, so I couldn't help comparing him to Phil (Phil won), but he sang along with the choruses to "Behind These Hazel Eyes" and "Never Again" without a mic, and I realized that's fun even when it's not Brandi Carlile doing it. Also, he was kind of scary-looking. He looked a little bit like Voldemort. And he wore shoes. So of course Phil won.
The highlight for me, as usual, was "Addicted," which remains my favorite Kelly Clarkson song. I think it might actually be her favorite Kelly Clarkson song, too. She killed it, and the audience lost its collective mind. I did prefer the way she did it back in '05, though, when she just sang it a capella. Or at least the beginning of it was a capella. That was awesome.
Oh my god! I totally forgot the best part. After...some song--"Be Still"?--she disappeared behind the curtain and came back for "Miss Independent" wearing a black vest. Serious. It was cut girlier than Brandi's, and she just threw it on over the blue shirt she was already wearing, and she didn't button it or anything, but. Y'all. Black vest. What is that about? There's a picture I have of her, in profile, and with the vest, she looks kind of dykey. Something about vests just screams lesbian. Kelly, however, is not a lesbian. No matter how much I kind of wish she was.
Here's another thing that bugged at this concert: the crowd was too fucking loud. When she did just her simple songs, like "Be Still," people kept screaming and ruining it--making it hard to hear her voice. And, people, Kelly Clarkson is all about that voice. That is what makes her awesome. So shut up and listen to it! I am getting old and cranky!
So I was closer to the stage than I was at Brandi, and that kind of made me sad about Brandi, but I went to Vermont and remedied that, and anyway, I was close enough that I could pretend I could actually make eye contact with Kelly Clarkson, and just the illusion of that made me happy. (I still love her, y'all. In case you didn't pick up on that.)
Kelly is cute and sweet and goofy, and I fell in love with her again just watching her bounce around the stage and talk to the audience about how she was sweating like crazy, because once again, the Orpheum was fucking stifling. Not as bad as Brandi, but bad. I guess because it was still so warm outside? But it kind of feels like there's no fucking ventilation in the theater.
My other highlight, besides "Addicted" and the Red Sox hat, was that she actually performed "Chivas"--and told the story of how she wrote it, smashed, on bar napkins after running into someone she didn't want to see--on that night made infamous on youtube when she got drunk and decided to sing some Guns 'n Roses. And she just laughed about it, like, "Okay, we all do dumb shit when we're drunk." The audience loved it. I loved it. Because I love fun drunks. She actually said, "I was at this bar, and I was inebriated--that means drunk--" and everyone was already howling, because she was talking about drinking, but I just died that she had to explain the meaning of inebriated.
She opened the show with "One Minute," which is the only song on My December I don't like, but she was bouncin' around and having so much fun that I couldn't not love it. I also don't like "Because of You," mostly because it got played to death, but I sang along dutifully with the rest of the crowd, because Kelly eats that shit up. Also, when she was talking about the song, she mentioned how she got to re-record it with Reba McEntire, who is one of her "idols"--she said it with the air quotes--and then she supplied her own rimshot, and no one was really listening, because they were all going crazy in anticipation for the song or something, but I died laughing. Number one, because she's still hung up on being the American Idol (poor girl), and number two, she supplied her own rim shot for a lame joke. If you can even call it a joke. Adorable!
While we're talking about Kelly Clarkson songs I don't like, let me tell you about "Breakaway." First of all, that song title should be two words, because it is a two-part verb. Like "Walk Away." Second, I hate that song. I hate it like I hate "A Moment Like This." It's so lame. And cheesy. And even when she does it live, I kind of can't stand it. But I sang along anyway, because that is what you do at a Kelly Clarkson concert.
Her hair was short and blonde, which means that in those pictures where she has the long, wavy brown hair, she's wearing a weave (weeds), shoo. Blah. I don't like it when she's blonde. I much prefer pretty brunette Kelly Clarkson. But the length of her hair was cute. I approve of that. That was also why I didn't buy a tour t-shirt. In the pictures, it was so obvious her hair was fake, I wasn't feelin' it. Not worth the $35. She had a cute brown hooded sweatshirt that I would have bought had it not been $60. Sixty dollars! Brandi's was $35. Dammit, Kelly Clarkson, you're too famous.
So here's a thing I realized when I was driving home last night: my Kelly Clarkson obsession comes and goes in waves. Like, it was crazy after she won Idol, so crazy that I went to see From Justin to Kelly in the theater. Possibly more than once. Then it kind of waned until she put out Breakaway, and I couldn't stop listening to that for months, and then it kind of waned again until August '05 when Katy and I decided to go on up to Manchester and see if we could get tickets the night of the show. And we did! And the show was awesome! (I miss Katy.) Then I made my dad get me tickets to her summer of '06 show for a graduation present, and I got totally obsessed again, and the obsession didn't really abate until...um, I fell in love with Brandi Carlile. Which happened gradually, because it didn't happen right after her show in Boston, because I was still hyped up about Kelly's new album coming out in a month (I think?), and then it didn't happen right after the Hampton Beach show--it was happening before that--but it was after that that I decided I definitely liked her better than Kelly. So, anyway, I've decided that were it not for this crazy Brandi Carlile thing, I'd have fallen crazy in love with Kelly again after last night and been all, "I need to see her again immediately!" like I was after the other two concerts. Now that emotion is reserved for Ms. Carlile. She has most definitely earned it, because when I saw her again immediately after one concert, she was even better. Believe it.
Oh! I forgot the second best part. She was barefoot, like she always is, but I never love it any less.
Ahem, anyway, Kelly Clarkson pictures are up. Enjoy, beeyotches.What's she gonna say?
Okay, I've been trying to resist the urge to do this all day, but I can't help it.
Who looks cuter pretending to be a Red Sox fan?
The girl from Washington?
Or the girl from Texas?
All right, internet, if you're out there, and you have an opinion hit me with it. I can't make up my mind.
Oh, ps, I didn't take that picture of Brandi. Some other beautiful human did. Thanks, beautiful human!
Who looks cuter pretending to be a Red Sox fan?
The girl from Washington?
Or the girl from Texas?All right, internet, if you're out there, and you have an opinion hit me with it. I can't make up my mind.
Oh, ps, I didn't take that picture of Brandi. Some other beautiful human did. Thanks, beautiful human!
October 23, 2007
I say these things so I can sleep at night
And now it is time, once again, for an overly dramatic post! (This one, though, is not about books.)
Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot about this until just now, because now I can't really remember the specifics (dammit), but, y'all. You know how I feel about the misuse of apostrophes (which is getting worse, I think). I saw a sign for something somewhere, and on this sign, a verb had an apostrophe in it. Like, it was just the singular form of the verb, not a contraction or anything. With an apostrophe. Like "write's" or something. What. The. Fuck!
Does anyone read anymore? I blame that on the nation's tenuous grasp on the English language. No one knows how to use punctuation. Also, I think on that sign, they didn't use an apostrophe when they should have, in a possessive or something. Blargh. It made me so angry at the time, that sign, that I turned purple and could barely tell Mike what I had just seen, and then I must have repressed it. Because it was awful! Like nipple hair or Rachael Ray's face*!
Dammit, I really wish I could remember where that came from, so I could go back and document it and post it all over the internet, because this madness has got to stop!
*Actually, I kind of love Rachael Ray. That was just something from Drawn Together.
Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot about this until just now, because now I can't really remember the specifics (dammit), but, y'all. You know how I feel about the misuse of apostrophes (which is getting worse, I think). I saw a sign for something somewhere, and on this sign, a verb had an apostrophe in it. Like, it was just the singular form of the verb, not a contraction or anything. With an apostrophe. Like "write's" or something. What. The. Fuck!
Does anyone read anymore? I blame that on the nation's tenuous grasp on the English language. No one knows how to use punctuation. Also, I think on that sign, they didn't use an apostrophe when they should have, in a possessive or something. Blargh. It made me so angry at the time, that sign, that I turned purple and could barely tell Mike what I had just seen, and then I must have repressed it. Because it was awful! Like nipple hair or Rachael Ray's face*!
Dammit, I really wish I could remember where that came from, so I could go back and document it and post it all over the internet, because this madness has got to stop!
*Actually, I kind of love Rachael Ray. That was just something from Drawn Together.
October 22, 2007
Things I need to remember
"She looks like one of those fish that has eyes on both sides of its flat self (a flounder, to be specific). She reminds me of Ann Coulter, which means that she probably smells like one of those fish that has eyes on both sides of its flat self, as well." --FourFour
"Last time I checked, we're in the United States. And in the United States, we clearly speak English. That language I don't understand, and therefore it makes me angry." --Kelly's mom
"I had no idea that you ate food at brunch; I was always given to understand that brunch was some kind of French term for 'we're drinking in the morning.' This is fascinating. I do enjoy a nice egg dish with my alcoholism." --Jacob
Rerip that Semisonic song "Gone to the Movies." It's been fucked up for, like, eight years. Christ.
Stop asking questions you don't really want answers to, because no matter how rhetorical they sound in your head, people will always try to answer them. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, people--I'd rather just save you that effort, because...it's wasted on this ungrateful girl.
Re-rip Goldfly, because the audio is really bizarre on all the tracks and has also been that way for, like, eight years.
Fraggle Rock, season three, is out on DVD. Purchase that bad boy.
"Last time I checked, we're in the United States. And in the United States, we clearly speak English. That language I don't understand, and therefore it makes me angry." --Kelly's mom
"I had no idea that you ate food at brunch; I was always given to understand that brunch was some kind of French term for 'we're drinking in the morning.' This is fascinating. I do enjoy a nice egg dish with my alcoholism." --Jacob
Rerip that Semisonic song "Gone to the Movies." It's been fucked up for, like, eight years. Christ.
Stop asking questions you don't really want answers to, because no matter how rhetorical they sound in your head, people will always try to answer them. Not that I don't appreciate the effort, people--I'd rather just save you that effort, because...it's wasted on this ungrateful girl.
Re-rip Goldfly, because the audio is really bizarre on all the tracks and has also been that way for, like, eight years.
Fraggle Rock, season three, is out on DVD. Purchase that bad boy.
The Chippendales dancers are gay. They're gaaaaaaaaay.
Okay, I know by now this is old news, but I don't blog on the weekends, bitches. Anyway, Dumbledore is gay. Gay! He fell in love with Grindelwald! And while it's, like, really nice to know that Jo is aware of the existence of the gays, it's kind of crappy that this is an after-the-fact revelation. Like, "Now that the books are over I can tell you that one of my characters was gay--and you had no idea!" What is the point of that, exactly? To have a secretly gay character? Though I have no idea how Dumbledore's preference for dudes would have even come up--and it would have needlessly added to an already overstuffed story. I don't know. What am I trying to say? I like that Dumbledore is gay; I just wish it was something known about him that just didn't matter, you know? But I can just see Ron freaking out about it, can't you? He would be all, "Harry, Dumbledore likes blokes. What if that's why he wants to do private lessons with you?" Because, as much as I love him, Ron is kind of an asshole. And Hermione would freak out about how Dumbledore would never do something so inappropriate, and Harry would be kind of uncomfortable for a while, but he would soon see that Dumbledore's sexuality has absolutely nothing to do with his capacity to be a teacher/mentor/fighter of evil--or with his obvious fondness for young Mr. Potter. And then perhaps all the tiny children who read Harry Potter could see that gay people are just as awesome and normal as (or more awesome and normal than--or maybe I'm just biased) straight people.
But it totally wouldn't have fit into the narrative, because those books are already jam-packed with a million other mostly useless bits of trivia. Anyway, hurrah for the existence of gay wizards. That's what I'm trying to say.
In other news: the Red Sox are awesome. Josh Beckett and I may have to become Mormons so I can marry my other imaginary straight boyfriend, Dustin Pedroia. If I ever write a love song, Dustin, I think I'll write it about you. Also, Kevin Youkilis is amazing, and even if Coco Crisp can't hit, he can make some sweet catches out there in center field. I'm still sad, though, that my imaginary straight ex-boyfriend Trot Nixon was on the wrong team this time. (We had to break up when he moved to Cleveland--the distance was too much. So was the fact that he was no longer on the Red Sox.) His replacement, J.D. Drew, finally earned his keep, though, with that grand slam Saturday night. That was pretty sweet. Not sweet enough for me to like him more than Trot, though. Oh no.
But it totally wouldn't have fit into the narrative, because those books are already jam-packed with a million other mostly useless bits of trivia. Anyway, hurrah for the existence of gay wizards. That's what I'm trying to say.
In other news: the Red Sox are awesome. Josh Beckett and I may have to become Mormons so I can marry my other imaginary straight boyfriend, Dustin Pedroia. If I ever write a love song, Dustin, I think I'll write it about you. Also, Kevin Youkilis is amazing, and even if Coco Crisp can't hit, he can make some sweet catches out there in center field. I'm still sad, though, that my imaginary straight ex-boyfriend Trot Nixon was on the wrong team this time. (We had to break up when he moved to Cleveland--the distance was too much. So was the fact that he was no longer on the Red Sox.) His replacement, J.D. Drew, finally earned his keep, though, with that grand slam Saturday night. That was pretty sweet. Not sweet enough for me to like him more than Trot, though. Oh no.
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