Meat Loaf collapsed on stage recently in London. He was later diagnosed with what is called Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome, and underwent surgery to correct it. Why do I mention it (other than being a fan?) – because I had the same problem. It is a congenital defect of the heart that is best described as a short circuit…Read more for more info. Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2003
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I can’t begin to express how big a letdown last night was. I’m in such a funk right now, aided by a pretty bad sore throat and related symptoms. Could I feel much worse right now?
The main thing is – don’t blame the players. THEY got it done. Blame for this latest disappointment lies squarely on the shoulders of Grady Little, for letting Pedro come out in the eighth inning, and LEAVING him in when he came out to talk to him. Grady can add to his resume how he single-handedly destroyed Red Sox Nation when it had its greatest chance for success.
OK, now that the Cubs version of the Curse has kicked in, the Red Sox are now free to enter the World Series without fear of the universe ending. So, let me just announce to the world – “Let the beatings commence”… Continue reading
It’s been a while since I posted here, mostly due to time constraints and system issues (I spent a month chasing a non-existent cooling problem in my gaming PC – bad sensor on the motherboard it turns out). So, let me talk briefly about why the Universe may end thanks to baseball… Continue reading
Just a congratulations to the Saugus American Little League for winning the New England Championships, and hopefully the Little League World Series! I am a SALL alum myself…a long time ago…
Man, it’s been a while since I posted here. Plenty of stuff to rant about, not enough time.
We recently managed to go see Journey, Styx, and REO Speedwagon all together in one four and a half hour long concert. Given that two of these were my top-two favorites and the third was in my top ten, this was just simply amazing. So what if they aren’t quite the same people. Continue reading
So I figured what those new red Red Sox shirts are actually good for. I know the club figured they could boost revenue through shirt sales, but I wonder if they are getting a cut from TV sales. After all, the best thing those shirts do is show how bad the color bleed and chroma balance is on your old TV. My eyes hurt whenever I saw them, at least until they were in the shade. Maybe there should be a rule that they can only wear those on overcast days.
So what is it about the T that seems to attract a certain level of the “mentally questionable”, in particular the class we’ll call the “Self Talkers” – you know, the ones that seem to be having a fairly decent conversation, except there is no one at the other end of the conversation? Yesterday on the commuter train I had a woman behind me that I thought was on the phone – I wasn’t really listening in, but I could occasionally hear names being mentioned, and what sounded like little descriptions about them, like “she wore wire-rimmed glasses”. I first noticed that it wasn’t a typical conversation when she started repeating herself – the same things I had heard earlier. Then, as we were approaching the final stop, her conversation got even weirder – talking about how “you are a scumbag” and such, and then she got to really swearing as if she were complaining about some real major dirtbag rapist or something. As it got worse, it also got louder such that other people on the train started noticing it, except for the woman next to me fortunate enough to be wearing a headset (alas, my iPod was out of power). Everyone just kind of silently but quickly left the train…
Now I’ve seen the Self Talkers on the subway lines, but this is the first on the Commuter Rail…
I just got DirecTV installed yesterday. I can’t tell you how much better it is than the ancient cable system I had with crappy video and lacking channels I had 10 years ago. Now I have something like 150 channels. And what do I discover? I can watch Dances With Wolves 24 hours a day; I can relive all those lost afternoons in the mid-80s glued to MTV, thanks to VH1Classics; and my wife will probably set up a Season Pass on the new DirecTiVo for MacGyver.
I haven’t been posting a lot here, since this is just my rant space and other things generally occupy my attention, but I should have posted this back after Halloween. My daughter, who is two, can be amazing sometimes in what she says. When taking her out for her first real trick-or-treating on Halloween, she was a little scared early on because our street isn’t well lit in an area. She says, “Daddy, say Happy Halloween to me.” So I said, “Happy Halloween sweetie,” to which she replied “Thank You Daddy,” and she was fine the rest of the time and had a blast. Just one of those times where you can’t believe how much you can love someone.