Open Letter to On Demand

WTF! I'm mad now. Apparently Yo Gabba Gabba has been pulled from your rotation. You took my crack away. I'm lost and lonely. Small events of my life I look forward to that blow away in the wind.

And you are godamn expensive for people to buy too. I'm sad without my crack. Give me back my crack!

for reals yo

And in other news...

I joined a co-ed rec. softball team. We are the "bad news beers" and play in the mountain league. We googled around and there are several other clever teams around the country running with the same name so I guess we aren't that original. Oh well.

We've had two games this season so far and lost 11-2 and 19-7 but what the hell, we're the beers!

I've been playing left and center field because I am one of the few poeple on the team jazzed about shagging fly's who can actually throw the ball to the infield, although my accuracy is somewhat suspect (inspite of my laser-rocket arm). I love the rush I get when the ball is coming at me out there. I hope they don't move me to the infield if I look too good.

As far as hitting.... I'm .750 after 4 plate appearances with two singles and a double. I think I'm keeping up with it alright. Room for improvement for sure. Had a good BP at thursday night practice so my confidence is strong for tuesday night.

Think I need to get Ted William's Science of Hitting again and study up.



Isn't this the prettiest chart ever?

Still becoming familiar with the quirky rules associated to the rec league like the veer line, the commit line, cone rules, encroachment, starting 1-1, the foul rule, and what not. I'm learning by breaking each rule, one at a time.

The shirts aren't actualy our shirts. We are 'that team without uniforms' so we look as motley as we play. There's a committee of us working on acceptable designs and this was my shot. I like it. I would wear it.

I'm already nursing injuries too. Left wrist twist and quadricep strains in both my legs. I think the latter though has somewhat to do with my poor diet these days and my bike commuting ways. I'm taking care of it though. Lots of heat and wrap therapy. I caught it before it got too bad. Also trying to drink plenty of water before it's all gone.

"rain mitigation"

These are the last days foolio!

This guy is gonna fire silver iodine into the air on August 8th over the "rain-free" opening ceremonies at the Beijing olympics.

http://www.usatoday.com/weather/research/2008-02-29-china-weather_N.htm

These are definitely the last days.

Flood/Drought

What if there were a continental pipeline system which could deliver swollen river bounty to drought stricken lands when appropriate?

When do we create a national water bank?

Say what?

I heard Barrack Obama is turning down $84+ million in taxpayer moolah and people are all down on him for it. Obviously I'm missing something here but let me be the one who says THANK YOU!

dagnab it!

I'm a weak man....one who apparently values escape over freedom.....a conflicted soul who knows the way but refuses to walk it.

I got my hands on one of these HOT converter coupon cards and I aim to use it. Isn't it so pretty with it's holographic roulette-like wheel....so OFFICIAL with it's department of commerce seal? Doesn't it look really important?

Haven't spent it yet.

It's not too late for me. I could just keep the keepsake and try bizarre things with it for the rest of my days. Wouldn't it be fun flashing it around town? It could be the best card in my wallet....even better than my get out of jail free card! It could even become a collector's item someday!!

Or I could use it and get the converter box and then smash the box to pieces on Feb. 17th in protest or rage or something. That's silly.



I think I'm gonna cash the card though, and hook the magic digital box up to my tv...even though I declared I wouldn't....so, this is it, I've hit rock bottom.

It's official, I need an intervention!

For Laura Ann

...remember this one?

"Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness."
- Robertson Davies

Firey Finishes

Was at the airport bar in Salt Lake City last sunday, waiting to catch a bird back to the bay via stand-by (only got bumped from two flights) and was enjoying some sweet micro-brew (apparently the only good beer in SLC) and my attention shifted to the tv (I know, huge surprise) where ESPN was hosting drag racing!

I was just able to catch the scene of this drag racer exploding into flames, which was quite a sight....but it somehow had enough momentum and actually finished the race in 1st place.

Didn't think much of it at the time but later I reflected on the metaphoric value this image holds concerning my own life at the present moment. As my 9th year of teaching comes to its close I feel like a speed machine in flames and today I cross the symbolic finish line and I graduate the little spirits to kindergarten.

It has been a most difficult year for me with plenty of challenges. From building a new campus, to losing my co-teacher twice, to managing the day-to-day stress of making something good happen for 18 highly-spirited little ones, my year has had plenty of glitches and speed bumps....but today I made it! I'm crossing the line on Friday the 13th, how appropriate.

Here's to nine great years of making it happen and to all the teachers out there who are tired and on fire.

Turbo Answers the Call

damn....we should have claimed more dependents!