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| There are many things in the world more worthy of my attention. It's just a game; entertainment; a diversion, but I am still just numb at the Cubs post-season performance. I can't explain in any meaningful words the disappointment I feel.
The savvy reader will realize that I am posting this while the third game is still in progress, so while there is still a chance that they will have a late game rally, I have accepted the worst.
I am starting to say goodbye to the season. This year was supposed to be the "next year" we wax about. Steve Goodman said it like this:
what do you expect,
When you raise up a young boy's hopes
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups.
Year after year ...
after year ...
after year ...
after year, after year, after year, after year
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
for the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat Eat up, my winged friends. I don't wish to carry these hopes any longer.
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| a very short list ...of mildly interesting things that have happened in the last few days:
1) I hit a skunk at 5:30 am on Bartlett Road
2) We made the final payment on the skunk-killing car
3) I bought a dutch oven with which I will create wonderful meals outdoors
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| It's a messy businessIt's a messy business, politics. Especially during campaign season. Too many moderate votes are swayed by slick words and carefully crafted images. Millions of dollars are invested to build personas; millions more to tear them down.
Lets stick to the issues. Here is a quiz that might help kick-start the critical thinking process:
VoteMatch quiz
It includes candidates from the following parties:
Democratic
Republican
Libertarian
Independent
Green
Socialist
Constitution
Party for Socialism and Liberation
Can you imagine what elections would be like if people voted based on issues and not on image; If people voted not to oppose another candidate, but to stand up for their own?
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| wrong demographicI'm not sure how it came to pass, but Nate and I have been pegged as
members of an interesting demographic: people heavy on cash, but light
on brain cell activity. The first characteristic is empirically
untrue; the second, I hope, also holds no merit.
Nate and I have been receiving Hammacher Schlemmer catalogs in the mail.
I always look through the catalog for a laugh and I have never been
disappointed. HS has built a brand around ridiculous, unnecessary,
overpriced items. The most recent catalog, the holiday preview, offered
a product so completely over-the-top that I wanted to share it with you
all.
From the product description: It has seven blades, three types of pliers, three golf tools (club face
cleaner, shoe spike wrench, and divot repair tool), 25 flat- and
Phillips-head screwdrivers and bits, saws, wrenches, and more. It also
has a bicycle chain rivet setter, signal whistle, 12/20-gauge shotgun
choke tube tool, combination fish scaler, hook disgorger, and line guide tool, cigar-cutting scissors, laser pointer,
tire-tread gauge, toothpick, tweezers, and key ring.
With the larger dimension being 8.75", I don't think this qualifies as a pocket knife anymore. Such an item, I thought, was surely created to be a gag gift and would be priced accordingly. The most I'd ever pay for a gag gift is $20; and it would have to produce a pretty good laugh for me to even spend THAT much.
Imagine my shock when I saw the price:
Now you don't have to imagine my shock because you are experiencing it for yourself.
Who ON EARTH would buy this?!?!
apparently a lot of people, because when I went to their website to download the image for this post, I discovered this item is:
Oh my heavens, maranatha (the Lord is coming)
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| the creepiest sport on earth ...I had been lucky, up to this morning, to have never really seen a synchronized swimming routine. But as luck is wont to do, she ran out on me ... while I was waiting for Nate in a barber shop.
To be sure, the visual of seemingly disembodied arms and legs bobbing and swaying in perfect synchronization is bizarre. But I could not put my finger on the exact reason why I was so disturbed by it.
Then I remembered:
This is an enemy from the game Silent Hill 2. She(?) is called "mannequin". I worked hard to get this girl out of my head. The last place I expected to be reminded of her was sitting in a barber shop watching the olympics.
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