Two-plus years later! People still suck and I like baseball.

There is nothing exciting about that! Yea exclamation points!

I'm bored in the library presently and feel like writing. I re-discovered this unintentionally and was amused by my old writing. I'm funny when I ramble. Or at least I think so (which is what counts).

I like Interpol. Lots. I like Placebo more.

I have ambitions. I like ambiguity.

I'm consistently baffled by people who can't pronounce words properly. I'm in an introductory Italian class chock full of such folk. It's one thing if you look at a word you've not seen before and mess it up. OK. It's another when the teacher says it to you, repeatedly, and you can't parrot it back. Cinque=Cheen-kway. CHEEN-KWAY. Why is this hard? Sin-cue? Are you f-ing serious? I thought it was in high school where summer classes were populated only by the special kids. Wrong!

I'm also taking Music and Society. There's a guy in there who picked Robert Johnson when the professor asked the class to list musicians that best represent American music. I like him. One less special kid.

Were I a thirteen year-old girl, I might say that I (heart) baseball. I'm not, so I won't. I do enjoy it quite a bit though. I love WHIPs, BABIPs and GIDPs. I love that Moises Alou rubs urine on his hands to get a better grip on the bat, and that he's hitting .341 with seven RBIs in eleven games since coming off of the DL. I love that Jayson Werth and Jon Lester will be all over the most added list in fantasy baseball leagues because they had monster games in one out of the 162 games that fill out a season. I love when Dmitri Young and Chris Shelton are all over fantasy rosters because they open the season on pace for 324 homers. I love that Edwin Jackson is relevant. I love Julio Franco because he's probably the greatest man that's ever lived (at least this side of Otto von Bismarck). Julio played major league ball at the sprightly age of forty-nine, his career extended not from HGH, the cream or the clear, but, according to him, from the "Jesus Juice". I love that Bob Wickman and Antonio Alfonseca can combine for two full sets of fingers, but not the conventional way two people might. I loved Operation Shutdown. I love that not only did someone name a blog after Andy Van Slyke, but that there are people out there that care enough to write about the day-to-day goings-on of the Pittsburgh Pirates. Baseball is an ever-flowing font of obscurity for which I am feeling particularly grateful. In hindsight, I ought to have named this thing "Dewon Brazelton, All-Star".

(I'm done)

I'm sick of helping you, so what? I'll build a raft for everyone.