Note the time, if you can see, on the clock in right field. (You really can’t see; it’s 9:21.) Note that they’re just showing the starting lineups on the big board. Note what that means. This fricking game hasn’t started yet. Note: Don’t wake me up before 10 tomorrow morning.
Look, I’m working, so I can’t be blogging all night on somebody else’s dime. But I will say this: I hate rain at baseball games. Hate it as a fan. Hate it more when I’m working. (Or, even, when I’m supposed to be working.) Took this 15 minutes before the thing was supposed to start.… Read More In defense of retractable roofs
One of the side effects of freelancing — and I’ll do a whole post on that, soon, considering freelancing seems to be my work, at least for now — is the occasional odd deadline. And that means, too often, a late night or weekend. Now, you don’t have to take the work if the deadline sucks. It’s… Read More Saturday scribing
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We have a leak in a bathroom upstairs that has made its way downstairs. We noticed a little discoloration around one of the can lights over the kitchen sink. It grew. We knew we had a problem. “That’s a leak, all right.” That’s gonna cost us some money. OK. That’s one. Two. I’d say at… Read More Bitching and whining
More people watched the Women’s World Cup final on Sunday than watched the last game of the NBA Finals in June. More watched the U.S. and Japan play for the title than watched Game 7 of the World Series last October. More people — more than 25 million of them — watched that soccer match than… Read More Women’s sports
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