Bloggy Mc Blogs

Two new blogs to check out while you listen to Kicking Television on itunes and remember just how awesome Wilco's shows at the Pageant were two weeks back and wonder why they don't just play there every night (they'd sell out, no?).

The Rebirth of Slack
. Cause you can't keep a nigga down. Even when a "nigga" is a white jew from Lawn Gisland who loves Phish, soccer, and cock, Ace Cowboy is back to rock your god damn muther fucing socks off with racist jokes and half formed opinions. Keep us entertained this summer, Ace.

New Cards blog at the RFT: The Rundown written by the fantastic writer known at VEB as El Rojo De Baron, Aaron Schafer. I'll lie and say that I'm not at all jealous that I'm not the one writing about the Cards at the RFT (I am a two time winner of "local blog 'o the week" there and I do bother their editor every year that the Cards are in the post season that he should get me free tickets to the playoff games and let me write "Man On The Street" columns), but Aaron is approx a 9,000 times better writer than myself, so his new blog serves the general public in a much better manner than anything I would have written (knock knock jokes and crude drawings of a half naked -- bottom half, yes -- Dave McKay).

Anyhoo... check 'em out.

[and have a great late spring summer. try the schafly pilsner.]

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Hey World

Meet Yadi Fritz.

He enjoys lying on the floor, laying on the floor, and napping. He also seems to enjoy hamburgers, walks, and (if I have anything to say about it) will soon enjoy watching his name sake pick off baserunners.

Also, he kind of looks like real Yadi, what with the man-liner and everything:

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Following a weekend in Atlanta that made me puke and/or poop in and/or above four states and two time zones on our flight back Sunday afternoon, The wife and I closed on our new house Monday. You know what that means: Moving Week.

I woke up this morning at eight and immediately starting piling shit into the CRV. Four trips and five hours later, I was more than fucking wiped. And our apartment is maybe 1/4 empty. Sweet. Then I got to drive into work [where I did randomly run across long time friend of the show Rob who works for the man out in Cali and apparently does not trust my agency (nor should he -- they employ me)which was a sudden, random, and kind of awesome encounter, in the whole scope of the universe type thing (and this is the second time in a year this has happened -- he met a friend of mine from Peoria in a bar around this time last year through mutual friends)]. So, long fucking day.

But you know what makes it better? Whiskey and packing for tomorrow's move, listening to this:

And I've got a few projects lined up for the new house in the next month or two that I am super pumped about... I'll update on here accordingly, 'cause God only knows, if the people want updates on Al Fritz's home improvement projects, he will God damn give them to them.

(PS. This hot Redbirds start has me flustered. they're ten games over /500 on siete de mayo and the only ones not playing over their heads are Pujols and Ludwick -- whom one could argue is overperforming, but I believe in deeply -- starnge, awesome, great team so far. Looks to be a great 08 summer in the lou.)

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