Author: Stagger Lee

I tell the wife after 8 innings “I’ll come up to bed after the game.”

Top of the 9th, the Giants give up the tying run. Fortunately, Benji Molina hits a sayonara shot…in the bottom of the 11th.

Any win you can walk away from…

(Did you see those donkeys scaling the GOLDEN F-ING GATE BRIDGE?? Anybody else suddenly feel a hell of a lot less safe around here? If three protestors can CLIMB UP THE FATHER-MUCKING BRIDGE and nobody notices, I respectfully suggest that the Department of Homeland Security doesn’t give a shit about California. Also, where do I go to buy stock in “Something will go pear-shaped during the Olympic Torch run tomorrow”?)

I have now updated to Flock 1.1.1, which is WICKED fast.  It also imported my OPML file without a fight, it logged right into Twitter and Facebook – I kind of dig it.  Although to be honest, I’m not sure I see the virtue in having everything in one app a la the old days of Netscape Communicator.  Normally, what I am doing in Flock would be covered by…

• OmniWeb (or Camino or Safari)
• NewsFire (free and $ILLY for RSS reading)
• Twitteriffic
• An extra window just for Facebook – well, I wouldn’t do that, so it keeps Facebook up
• ecto, for blogging

Well, it doesn’t look like it’s clubbing the proc too hard.  We’ll see what happens once I try to post.
Also, plenty cised that things have been quiet enough to let me catch up on the Junks today.  What a bunch of morons.  I love them so.

The tabloid headline tomorrow will be “TIGER GAG”, as Memphis had Kansas dead to rights – and then inexplicably froze. The free throw became their Kryptonite again, and then Mario Chalmers basically guaranteed that he will forever be known as “Super Mario” and never pay for another drink in the Sunflower State for the rest of his life…and then they held the line the whole way in OT.

Nothing but pressure when you’re coaching a program founded by the man who, you know, INVENTED basketball. But Bill Self – another on that long line of former Tulsa Golden Hurricane coaches made good – basically took the monkey off his back, dragged it out behind the outhouse and gave it the beatdown this weekend. They didn’t back into it, they didn’t fluke into it – they came back and took it, decisively. And we got a hell of a game for our trouble.

Maybe not the best tournament year ever, but don’t try telling them that in Lawrence. =)

They’ve repurposed “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” to sell pre-paid cellphones on butt-trifling at&t.

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Contains sardonic political vitriol. Shielded for the sake of the childs; follow the jump or the link.

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HRC has fired her chief strategist and pollster, Mark Penn. This is this guy who thought the best place to be on Potomac Tuesday eve was doing a book reading in New York City. He may not be TSFGOTFOTE, but he’s on the podium.

The question is, has he been sacked too late? Had he been catapulted into a swamp after the Super Tuesday split, somebody with a little more sense might have put together an actual plan to close the deal down the stretch. Instead, Team HRC lost eleven straight contests and gave away the perception of inevitability – and then the perception of being the lead horse. Once people accept you’re in second place, you can’t get back to first just by saying you are over and over.

Meanwhile, I can’t believe that the clowns I saw stacked fifty-deep in Punxsutawney are going to be decisive in determining who the Democratic candidate is. Somewhere on that great sideline in the sky, Coach Radi is laughing his ass off.

Rock, chalk, oh I’m sorry is that a foot in your nuts? This is like watching the first half of Vanderbilt-Kentucky II again. Roy Williams looks like a man who just got force-fed an entire box of Frosted Mini Ass Whoopins.

This isn’t a game, it’s an autopsy.

Meanwhile, I was going to mention blue. I bought a pair of sunglasses today with blue lenses. OK, they’re blue-coated, they don’t actually make everything look blue. But I ran over my last pair of blue-lensed shades. No, really. We borrowed the van from my in-laws when we were collecting boxes to move into the house, it were dark, there were a crunch, BITTER!

For the last two years, basically my only sunglasses have been a pair of tortoise Ray-Ban Wayfarers. They are a classic timeless look, and I love the polarized amber lens because of the way it enhances contrast and just makes things pop. But they do have that big plastic look, which doesn’t always go with everything, and they will not sit on top of my head without falling off. So I wanted something metal-framed, lightweight, with blue lenses. Why blue? Because I think my eyes are my one reliably attractive feature, and I want to keep the same color where my eyes should be even when I have shades on.

I told you it was irrational. Anyway, now I have blue lenses in a half-rimmed metal frame with spring hinges and which will sit on my head without constantly feeling like it’s going to come flying off. I can only justify this because I have leftover birthday money that has been burning a hole in my bank account for a month.

Well, Carolina seems to be waking up. Never let your foot off the throttle. You can go to jail for point-shaving.

Of the teams in the Final Four, 3 of them are among THE flagship programs of college basketball. Any list of the greatest programs has to include UCLA, North Carolina and Kansas. (I would also throw Kentucky, Duke, and Indiana in there – I think that’s your top 6 hands-down.) I find it singular that every one of them but Indiana has blue as their primary color.

And all four of the teams this time are blue-based. Hm.

I’m pulling for Memphis, as they are the closest thing to an underdog here. They were everyone’s pick for the 1-seed that wouldn’t make it, and instead they have caught fire in a big way. The Conference USA and state of TN connections also help – love for ConfUSA going back to its roots as the Great Midwest and UAB’s last turn as a big-time program. In fact, a Memphis-Kansas final would suit me right down to the ground.

Yeah, this is a strong Final Four. I just wish they would catapult Nantz and Packer into a swamp and give us Gus Johnson on play-by-play. Seriously, he’s this generation’s Dick Vitale – just electrifying without having become self-parody yet.

There will be more about blue later.

If you’ve never actually read the test of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s Letter From a Birmingham Jail, knock off for about 20 minutes and click the link. It seems like all we get 45 years on are sound bites and quick clips – you need to read the full text to realize that this wasn’t just some random “black leader,” this was somebody with three degrees and an unimpeachable background in sociology, theology, and Western philosophy, whose argument knit together everything from the Fiery Furnace to the uprising in Hungary and who quoted everybody from Reinhold Niebuhr to T.S. Eliot.

This guy was good.

More later, on why 40 years isn’t as long as it feels like.

…let this be true about Apple and Wal-Mart.

Lately it seems like I’m gauging Apple’s success not by how good the product it, not by any imagined edge in “elegance”, not by the impressive resistance to malware, but solely on market share and stock value. Does that make me some kind of raging narcocapitalist?

EDIT: YEAH, SON. Take that you Arkie swine!!!!