Everyday Is Like Sunday
Well, I'd like to begin today's transmission by thanking someone: the asshole who drove into my parked car, sometime between 8:30 p.m. EDT last night and about 10 minutes ago, when I noticed it.
There's not a lot of damage done, thankfully. One side-view mirror down, plus a nice scratch to the left side passenger door. But otherwise, it's more of an annoyance. If there's karma, and people who damage other people's cars and drive away without leaving a note get a rash or something, I hope it gets real red & itchy. And the bumps triplicate when it gets hot. And there's no cure.
Several bits of congratulations are in order, in no particular order: To my friend and attorney Chris, who got engaged on Saturday night. Well-done.
To Manuel Aristedes Ramirez for his 400th home run. Many more, Manny. Preferably after the 7th inning.
To the New York Yankees for evening their record to 19-19, thus moving to .500 overall...and from really crappy poopie to somewhere around mediocre.
Not much else cookin' today. T-minus eight minutes till Family Guy, so I bid you adieu. One.