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15 April 2008

Sweet beginnings

So I finally got around to ordering the GameDay Audio service from, which is a fancy (but not too expensive) way to listen to any (MLB) baseball game via the interweb. After a great deal of cussing, hollering, and moaning, I gave up trying to figure out why it wouldn't work, and went off to pout. Meanwhile, my fiancee, who in addition to being 1000 times more attractive than I am, is also 1001 times more computer saavy, went ahead and solved the problem in less than ten minutes (you just have to download some software. Duh).

So I proceeded, sheepishly, to enjoy the game. And it was sweet. Despite sucking for most of the whole thing--just a little extended Toronto action--the lads finally woke up in the 7th and started playing. And then Manny came through, just when I was washing the dishes and thinking about bed. But I knew I should stay up to see it through, since someone would come through. And sure enough. So I felt very vindicated. I'm pretty awesome, you see.

So that's my deal. Now I'm procrastinating a little since I should be doing some work at school, making good use of my time, etc. But instead I'm thinking about baseball, asking myself questions such as, "What time's tonight's game?", "Who's pitching?" and "Do the Sox play Pittsburgh at all this season, so we could go see Brandi and Vipul and catch a game?" Good questions all. I've got baseball fever, and there's only one cure:

More cowbell. I mean, more baseball.

Take yourself out to the ballgame with me,


09 April 2008

So you may be asking, "Hey Tooks, while you're sitting there, procrastinating, do you have any pics you just found on the Interweb of you looking somewhat cool playing Ultimate?

Wow, it's so funny you should ask. Behold:

And now, you might just be wondering, "How about shots of you looking dorky playing d?"

I just might have something for you, my friend:

"Ok, not bad. Anything with your mouth open?"

"Afraid of being attacked by birds?"

It's amazing what hidden pictorial wonders the Internet holds, especially when you don't want to do your work.

Be breathless in procrastination with me,


07 April 2008

Holy crap, I almost forgot:

Assy is real, Assy is here, that Assy is in - your - face!

If you don't what I'm talking about, I feel sorry for you: it's Assy McGee, Cartoon Network's next smash hit.

And our dear, dear friend is one of the masterminds behind it--or at least one of the worker bees bizzily buzzing away to put it all together. The first show of the second season just aired Sunday, and it is very funny. When you laugh when you watch it--and you will laugh--you'll have my good buddy to thank:

Emeen Zarookian. Awesome job, Emeen. Keep it up, brother, and we'll keep laughing right along.

No, just kidding. Although Emeen is probably an awesome dude, our fine friend is Mr. Abraham Daniel Stein, soundman extraordinaire. Once you hear his work on Assy, you'll never think of fart noises the same again. Check out his brilliance (and that of his team, of course):

So congrats, Mr. Stain. And keep 'em coming: so far, so very good.

Walk backwards and shoot forwards with me (and Assy),


Well, I have to admit: Toronto is a heck of a town. Aside from being stranded in the frozen wastes of our neighbor to the north--and by 'frozen' I mean 55 degrees and sunny in early April, and by 'stranded' I mean 3 hours from ROC City--it's got a lot going for it: cool people, good food, attractive attractions, and a dynamite Chinatown (where you can find all three of the former).

Also, it's got two IKEAs. Yes, two. Which means that my fiancee and I showed admirable restraint in only going to one, and only spending about an hour and a bit inside, which is a record for us. Luckily we went in on a kitchen mission and restricted ourselves to the following items, most of which we really did need (those we didn't, but bought anyway, are marked with an asterisk (*):

a) a potato scrubber
b) pint glasses
c) an apron*
d) glass storage jars
e) potato chip bag clips*
f) plastic cereal storage containers*
g) a neon sign that flashes and says "Kiss me, I'm Swedish"

Ok, the last one was made up. But I really wouldn't have added an asterisk if we had bought that. We do need one.

Anyhoo, the weekend in TO, ON was fun, notwithstanding several impediments, roadblocks, snafus and obstacles, especially ones involving getting lost, not finding parking (and so missing 4 1/3 innings of the Sox game we actually went to see), nasty stomach bugs making a fiancee of mine very vomitatious, dealing with snooty waitstaff in upscale restaurants, and the Red Sox sucking really hard on Sunday. Otherwise, an awesome time was had by us. If ever you find yourself in Toronto, be sure to stay in the Baldwin Village Inn in Chinatown. It's a little B&B run by these two awesome people. You will enjoy without doubt. We did, and you can trust us, because we enjoy lots of things and we're familiar with good enjoyment.

That's all the news for now. Tomorrow's my birthday, and I plan to spend the day deep in Zen meditation on the transitory nature of experience and the essential one-ness of all living things in the universe. Also, I might drink cold beer and enjoy the springtime. Either way is ok.

Sing "O Canada" and say "eh" with me,