[the catcher bats for .318 and catches every day]
once upon a time, i made a mix of songs about baseball, and recently i keep thinking that i should make a mix of songs that sound like they're about baseball but really aren't at all, headlined by the mountain goats' "cubs in five" and belle & sebastian's "piazza, new york catcher".
the tivo insists on refusing to find any episodes of the adventures of pete & pete for me to watch, which makes me horribly sad on several levels, level one being that i can't afford to buy season one of pete & pete on dvd and level four being that since acquiring the tivo, i have become convinced that every show that has ever aired on television is on at some point during the day and it's just that i'm not usually awake at four am to watch reruns of clarissa explains it all. and yet! there is no pete & pete! my heart, it hurts.
last night, however, i did tivo the episode of the simpsons where selma tries to adopt a chinese baby, and they spraypaint homer gold and sneak him into the orphanage as a buddha, which is funny on a seriously personal level if you went to college with me and ever heard the story of the time that my technical director spraypainted an acquaintance of mine gold and sat him onstage as a buddha during a production of the king and i.
in other news, iced tea + amaretto equals the best idea i have had in weeks, except, you know, hangover.
p.s. dear uncursed: thanks for a totally entertaining series this weekend. come back soon! love, the cubs cursed
the tivo insists on refusing to find any episodes of the adventures of pete & pete for me to watch, which makes me horribly sad on several levels, level one being that i can't afford to buy season one of pete & pete on dvd and level four being that since acquiring the tivo, i have become convinced that every show that has ever aired on television is on at some point during the day and it's just that i'm not usually awake at four am to watch reruns of clarissa explains it all. and yet! there is no pete & pete! my heart, it hurts.
last night, however, i did tivo the episode of the simpsons where selma tries to adopt a chinese baby, and they spraypaint homer gold and sneak him into the orphanage as a buddha, which is funny on a seriously personal level if you went to college with me and ever heard the story of the time that my technical director spraypainted an acquaintance of mine gold and sat him onstage as a buddha during a production of the king and i.
in other news, iced tea + amaretto equals the best idea i have had in weeks, except, you know, hangover.
p.s. dear uncursed: thanks for a totally entertaining series this weekend. come back soon! love, the cubs cursed