Mission Abort

This dog's name is Apollo. He is Flynn's dog. Last night, he led a group of improvisors at UCB . But unfortunately we lost. How sad is that? When a gimmick of a dog that does improv doesn't win a contest we've come to a sad state of affairs in the world.

Delaney suggested that I bring a cat next time and just keep coming back with different animals. I've got two cats. It's worth a try.

Big Fish

I love fishing. We used to go fishing at Burke Lake near our house in Virginia or we'd just walk along the creekbed in the backyard till it came to the Resevoir, also known as Huntsman Lake. It was there that I caught the biggest fish I've ever caught. A channel catfish that was a little over a foot long.

Today, I found this picture. It was caught in Thailand, it's the biggest catfish ever caught. It's 646 pounds and it's as big as a grizzly bear. I feel humbled. Also, they ate it. Which seems gross for some reason.

Gunk Fork

'Tash and I went to celebrate her engagement and another 'deal' in the works. We went to City Crab to eat some crustaceans. It had been some time since I'd eaten a crab with all his clothes on and I was a little worried I wouldn't be able to figure out the secret to getting inside.

But I remembered. However, there's got to be a better way to get to the good stuff in the middle. The legs are easy. But once you crack open the inside of the crabby's torso you have to clean out all this gunk. (I used a two fork system. One, being used for the grunt gunk work. And another being chiefly utilized for harvesting the yummy ungunked meat.)

It's very difficult to get at the heart of the meat(mixed metaphor?) without getting some gunk on it. Also, what is the gunk? Is it their lungs? And crab poop? I mean, this isn't stuff you want to eat. Perhaps it's better off not knowing what it is. Even after five Maryland blue crabs, I wasn't able to refine my degunking prowess enough to lead to total satisfaction.

Crab eaters of the world: Please help me! There must be an easier way. A process. Some sort of trick. Please advise.

The Cat's Away

I was just getting breakfast and I overheard these two girls talking.

GIRL: So Rick always does bowling on Friday and then I can just say, I was out with my friends when he asks what did you do?

FRIEND: He'll never know, it's perfect

GIRL: So you think it's ok?

FRIEND: It's cheating but you have to do it. Just to see what you think about this other guy.

Yikes! I feel bad for Rick. Poor Rick. If only he wasn't so dedicated to bowling.

Good Vs. Evil

So yesterday I went to Fenway with Yeatts and Siobhan. You know, this place:



It's pretty awesome to get tickets just normally because as you can tell from this chart below...


It's almost always sold out. But yesterday was even better because it was Sawks versus Yanks. I'm not really a Red Sox fan, but I'm a Yankee hater and it has meant for the last 10 years that by default, I'm a Sox fan. So yesterday, I went incognito.


After the game, as we were walking out---there were dudes selling stickers which normally say, "Yankees Suck!". In addition, to the normal fare though, was a sticker that read, "Baltimore is a joke!"

So I feel like finally, we are making progress!

A/C

Yesterday, I waited at home all day to have my old air conditioned replaced. But my 'old' a/c was really only a year old. So it was really kind of fruitless, the exchange. But they were doing the whole building. I was pretty mad about it but then felt fortunate as I noticed all the other old a/cs, which were indeed quite old. They looked like a/cs from the sixties. Things that were in our elementary school growing up. Which would have been the seventies but still.

Last night, the new a/c proved it can kick butt. But I miss the digital read-out of what temperature the themostat was set to, instead of the cold-to-hot knob I now have. I'm a boy and we love our toys.

Four Square!

So today I spent playing Four Square in Tompkins Square Park with Hammy and Natasha and other Four Square stalwarts. It's always amazing to me to watch people play Four Square because almost always some other grown-up will come around and want to play. You'll encounter some people who have some pretty aggressive playing styles too. And vendettas can be born in an instant. The best killer move I think is to aim the ball at a person's feet. Maybe one day they'll create a rule to outlaw this but until then it remains in the arsenal as my killing blow.

But the real killing blow today came from Audrey. Audrey is a five year old Corgi who likes to play Four Square. Well, more to the point, she likes balls in general. And twice, Audrey tried to get in the game. Each time, her lack of opposable thumbs and hands hampered her as she had to use her teeth instead. With predictable results. Two deflated kickballs sacrificed to the Four Square gods.