Life is strange in some ways. For example, I could tell you I asked a woman for phone number yesterday in the hopes that we could hook up in the future. This is true actually, but it's also because she's the mom of one of Rick's friends and they want us to set up a play date.

I asked my phone to play a particular song. It decided to play one that was phonetically close enough to the title, but not quite on the mark. Hadn't heard that song in a long time though, so yeah?

Unreal to me how they built a stadium here. pic.twitter.com/RXyutXxjQy

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I worked at the JJ's across the street from here before they announced the plans. I delivered to the tiny parking attendant hut a few times. I had already moved out of town when I heard about the plans for TF and I was like, "that's where they're going to put it? I have no idea how they'll fit a ballpark in that lot."

Baseball is back, baby.

(Y'know, like officially.)

Trying to create new business means having to go through new NDAs. I know we're lousy with lawyers around here, but I don't know how you can go through all these documents. I start getting sleepy the moment the legalese touches my eyeballs.

It's that day again! If you have the pink mobile company that starts with "T", you can get a code for a free year of MLB.tv. I'm setting this CoC up well in advance to remind myself to get it.

Imagine my surprise that my bracket is still doing well. Not bad for filling it out in 2 minutes with no research.

Spring Break is upon us! We have... no plans.

So, I was watching something on a particular platform that I had just set up on my TV for the first time. Everyone was whispering their lines, which I couldn't decipher, so I went back about 30 seconds. After I did that, there was a disclaimer that they would add subtitles for the next 30 seconds. Though it wasn't particularly necessary in my case, that seemed pretty ingenious to me.

As we discussed yesterday, the whole March Madness thing isn't my bag. However, if I win the brackef, I will celebrate the crap out of it.