...it's what's for breakfast.

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.

The season's lost, but beating the Yankees by a lot is its own reward.

I feel like it's a cruel joke that the Twins are stuck playing the Yankees right when everyone was on the fence about whether to continue investing in the team for the rest of the season.

In a couple days I have my interview to be an acting teacher, and then I'm talking to a guy about working as a pro wrestling referee. It's a strange business.

My friend Leif used to buy double strength 409 and he said it should be called 818. That was over fifteen years ago and I still think of it every year on this date.

The good news is that Verlander doesn't pitch today...although with his workload, who knows?