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So this is way way way WAY overdue. And, since it’s so untimely, I’m going to keep it brief. Basically, a few months ago Lisa said, “Don’t plan anything for the evening of May 9. I have surprise plans for you.” I said that was sweet. There was a pause. Then she said, “We’re going to see Ben Folds at opening night of the Pops.” She’s not very good at keeping surprises.

When the day in question came along, I got myself down to Symphony Hall after work. The crowd was a fun mix of high class folk dressed up in suits, fancy dresses and the occasional tux…and slacker-looking college/post-college kids who had enough money for the tickets but not enough to care about the Pops.

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Ahh, yes, right…”It Was A Very Good Year.”

From tuna breath, Wolverine and tooth licking to land-and-sea, Youk and library patience…sometimes the transitional fade is also work a thousand words. Here’s to many more craptastic times!

(Shhhhhh, don’t tell her…but I got Lisa a brand new TV. All it needs is a functional channel-changing button, and the continued hope that the person(s) who left it out in the hallway really wanted to get rid of it. It’s a fine line between recovered treasure and thievery. The nook has spoken!)

The year two->three transition will, hopefully, be celebrated in a less esoteric manner. Until then, the HDT rides tonight. And every night.

Cheers indeed.

Q: After all the recent current events surrounding him, who would still choose to wear a #7 Atlanta Falcons Michael Vick jersey out to a reasonably respectable restaurant?

A: Someone who loves dog fighting.

(Apologies for the lack of blogging. There was a wedding this weekend, and work has really kicked up for the class I’m taking. And jz is busy taking exams and running labs and things of that sort. We’ll try to keep the production up around here.)

When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the Storm there’s a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll ne-ever walk alone.

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Make it 6 stars, boys. Istanbul II. Let’s get it done.

Come on, you Reds!

edit: Bah. Oh, well…what can you do? I guess “We’ve only won it five times” will have to stand for now.

All time top 3 most randomly gruesome, graphic and difficult to watch scenes on The Sopranos, in descending order:

1. Dr. Melfi being raped in the stairwell of her parking garage. Ugh.

2. That time that one random dude hung himself, and they showed him twitching and flailing for a solid minute and a half.

3. The thing in the pool from tonight’s episode.

Additions / substitutions?

This is a list of things that I’m not allowed to purchase again:

1. The original Star Wars trilogy.

2. Genesis’ albums from 1976-1982.

The reason I’m not allowed to purchase them is because I now own them multiple times over. As in I have the SW films twice on VHS, twice on official DVDs, and twice on burnt-from-laser-discs DVDr. (Thanks, jz.) The Genesis albums I have on vinyl, cassette, regular CD, remastered CD…and now on a remixed and 5.1-ed up CD/DVD package, thanks to the new box set I just bought today.

If these things get re-released in shiny new packaging (or crappy new packaging) and with some sort of new technical development, I feel compelled to buy them. It’s a sickness. And I need to quit cold turkey.

(Note: I did not include the other Genesis albums on this list, because I will inevitably buy the other two box sets when they are released. A sickness.)

This does nothing to disprove my theory that Jerry Remy is stoned most of the time. It also does nothing to disprove my other theory that it’s a good thing that I don’t have cameras on me at all times…I’m sure I’ve done something like this at least three times in the past week.

Amazing. Not the hilarity of the clip…the amazing part is that he didn’t work in a plug for The Remy Report while falling.

Program note: In the next few days I’m going to try to pull together a little Red Sox post that’s actually about the team. So prepare to either get pumped up about it or to roll your eyes and not care.

I haven’t spent as much time as I probably should have talking about The Sopranos, since it’s closing up shop soon and it is the last remaining show that I allow to be “appointment TV” for myself. Great posts about the show can be found on my friend Craig’s MySpace blog, including a discussion of the most recent episode. If you haven’t seen it and you are following the show at all (especially if you are a few seasons behind, Meserve), then don’t read it or what follows in this post. You don’t want to know.

Anyway, in lieu of original content, I’m reposting the comment I left on Craig’s blog. Because, you know, my words are so awesome they should be unleashed on the internet twice over.

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boston.com: Yankees tops in Connecticut, Quinnipiac poll finds

Connecticut wants it both ways. Actually, I think it only wants it one way: they want to be the fancy suburbs of New York. Well, then New York can have them. How can we officially cut this state out of New England?

Maybe we can find some way to switch out CT and upstate New York. I’ll take Buffalo and Roch-cha-cha over New Haven and Hartford. Especially without the Whale.

Homer Run Derby: Vernon Wells’ heckler ball

The brief version is this: fans in Cleveland were heckling Toronto center fielder Vernon Wells all game. Then they asked for a ball. He threw them a ball. On the ball, he had written this:

“Here’s your ball! Can you please tell me what gas station you work at, so when you are pumping my gas I can yell at you!!! Now sit down, shut-up and enjoy the game! Your favorite center fielder”

Phenomenal. This only would have been better if he had somehow worked in a Foulke-ian “Johnny from Burger King” reference. Well done, Vernon. Well done.

Unless this is all a big hoax. Which would not be cool at all.