The film business is ridiculous. I don't know what "deadline" is supposed to mean. I literally don't even know what we're waiting for at this point.

Today is the deadline for our investors, so naturally I expect it to come and go with no word about anything.

Last night, Sour Cream had four friends overnight for her birthday party. Though 49 stairs in the townhome separate us, the noise carries so well you'd think they were a flight down. Or perhaps in the room.

I posted this during the top of the 9th. Win or lose, it's true.

Yesterday felt awfully empty after a day with four playoff games.

My adopted Diamondbacks are poised to exit as well. Next on the cheering list would be Cleveland, I guess, as I still know a bunch of those guys from the Goodyear store.

We've got a dynasty, for those who care to look.

So, what else is on?

If the Twins were ever going to sweep a series with the Yankees, this is the best chance they have.