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i went to a baseball game last night with andy, his brother, his sister, and their dad. it was a belated father's day/going away party for his sister(she's moving to chile for 6 months for a student exchange program). i've never been a big fan of baseball, but it was fun. i ate a $5 hotdog with some ketchup. i watched the catcher from the opposing team(the detroit tigers) get thrown out of the game for copping a tude with the ump. we left during the 7th inning as none of us are really baseball fans. when we left the mariners were up 3 to 2, and when i got home i checked to see if they were victorious which they were, i then watched faust, a jan svankmajer film from 1994. it was full of svankmajer-ish goodness. and a creepy clay baby which symbolizes the inevitable fate of man.
