Monthly Archives: June 2007

I heard clips from an interview with Bob Barker regarding the possibility of Rosie O’Donnel doing Price is Right.  He said something to the effect that “He thought Rosie could definately do it.” Do what, exactly?  Say “come on down” … Continue reading →

It’s supposed to be, my friend.  Isn’t it? I know, I’m being hard on an injured golfer, but really, this isn’t his first loss, his first tournament.  He ought to know better than to whine about a course on national … Continue reading →

For me, Part I means the part where I haul the kids up to the club, sweating my ass off so that I can say twenty years from now, remember that first Open you went to–you got ten autographs–two on … Continue reading →

MAKE SURE YOUR FREAKING SOUND GUY ISN’T SPENDING HIS DAY AT THE OPEN RATHER THAN MAKING SURE THE SHOW IS ACTUALLY WATCHABLE!!!!  Yes, I’m shouting on purpose.  It’s 9:17 and Big Love is on but I can’t hear a stinkin’ … Continue reading →

WEll, almost, anyway.  We had a little Oakmont gig with Bill Deasy–who was fantastic.  He was the lead singer for the Gathering Field, but is now solo and an author.  His sister lives up the street from us so it … Continue reading →

So, I blogged some more serious stuff the last week or so because I figured that instead of holding back the things that move me just because they are heavier than my usual cafe fare and then not blogging at … Continue reading →

Adding to my string of posts that highlight some things I find disgusting, I  offer this.  This link doesn’t provide the picture that accompanies the hard version I found on my sidewalk this morning.  And that’s too bad because in this … Continue reading →

I saw this in the Post-Gazette’s Saturday Diary this morning.  Diana Nelson does a fantastic job of getting to the heart of why people have a hard time saying “My yes, let’s help educate those who come from so much … Continue reading →

The little girl who was kidnapped in Portugal brings all sorts of feelings to the surface.  I come from a family where as a kid, no one left the house without being told to “keep your wits about you.” Paranoia … Continue reading →