Bloody Compression Socks and Memories... and other Sox stuff

Say whatever you want about Curt Schilling. I don't agree with his politics or his stance on, well, any issues, really, but I still admire his dedication to the game and his insistence on keeping his 38 pitches blog going in the face of a number of other time commitments (and much vituperation from fans and non-fans).

Last night's post is indicative of the view of Schilling as a person that makes me a fan. It might later be read as a sign-off, depending on decisions re: Schill's contract. He says he's up for one more year, though, and it would be fitting to let him retire in Bawston, if you ask me. But you didn't.

You also didn't ask me about Mike Lowell, but I'm'a tell you anyway - YAY and double YAY for the Series MVP moniker. Lowell is a great utility player - the way Phil Hartman was on Saturday Night Live - and he should get credit as such. To think he was a ridealong on another trade! Now he's a hot commodity, and the Sox will have to pony up to keep him.

I keep forgetting that the Sox are the second-highest-paying franchise in Major League Baseball. They still seem like scrappy homeboys to me. I guess that's successful marketing, I don't know. I love that dirty water...

Fun with PhotoBooth

While Brad jumps around in the living room, playing DDR on the Wii, I'm sitting here musing that (a) the meatloaf whose aroma is currently wafting out of the oven has way too many ingredients, and (2) that I love my new MacBook... Over at Adaptive Path, the theme seems to be that good design is king/queen. Echoing my previous blog-sentiments, things, especially those you use every day, should be useful. The most impressive thing about this machine is its magnetic power supply plug. It's just nice to know that things have already been thunk of.

Silliness here as we goofed with PhotoBooth during Game Three last night.

Novel Ideas

1. Sao Paulo favela dweller
2. The Importance of Being Ernestine
3. Luddites with long beards
4. Missives from Maine (epistolary)

Redsox Dancefest

This is why.

Now, That's Just Sad

This just in from CNN.com re: Britney Spears having lost custody of her two sons:
"After her September 9 'comeback' performance on the MTV Video Music Awards, critics derided her singing and dancing as lackluster and said she appeared overweight in her sequined two-piece costume."

For God's sake, Britney, move to friggin' Idaho and raise your kids there. There are ways to do this under the radar! This problem is really solvable. Yes, the locals will gawk at you for a while, but then you'll become part of the fabric, and they'll leave you alone.

I don't know what is sadder: this poor hillbilly shooting star, or the people (like me) writing about her. I don't want to be part of it so I'll end it here.

After I post this.