Normally I start freaking out about the offseason around this time, but I feel like I'm ready for a break from these Twins.

There's a billboard here in LA from that group that warns of "the impending May 21st, 2011 apocalypse as proven in the Bible." It's time to stop paying to renew that billboard, guys.

Stuff that started moving in the right direction yesterday: an opportunity to get a short film made, and an opportunity to teach acting - both the creative side and the cutthroat side - to kids through Spookymilk Survivor. And get paid.

I don't expect it to be long. It's a long story, but as I fall more out of love with acting and more in love with writing, it's not important for me to be right here in LA incurring expenses as I work toward a deal.

...is the loneliest number, so why the hell are the Twins so married to it? I asked offhand last night, and Sean mentioned that this ties the record (5) for a team scoring exactly one run in consecutive games. Um, congratulations?

You weren't really one of us, but you'll be missed.

There's a food post as well as a video game post this morning. Let neither of them be buried.

I may be driving to LA today, or not. I may live there in September, or not. I may meet Steven Spielberg during a tense showdown and save his life and become the next big thing, or not.

I'm running out of ways to say "Sigh" about this team.

No more Yankees for 2011, unless you watch all of the playoffs. Like I do. Sigh.