Glad that's over. Summer? What was that all about? Reality is back baby and the stock market is falling along as the space hardware. [Remember. It's wrong to wish on space hardware... even when it's aimed at you.] Speaking of collapses, what about the Red Sox? For a fan like me, it's a taste of the old days. To be fair, they sucked in April and in interleague play, too. so it is really a bit weird that they are still in the running. The Yankees have an opportunity to drive a wooden stake through the heart of their arch enemies this weekend - and at Yankee stadium, too. I say the Angels take the wild card. Ah, autumn. The time of tears.
⇒ One of the better kottke hat tips ever - but what now can I ever believe you are actually saying?
⇒ More old TV schedules from my life. On this Saturday when I was ten and a half I know I watched Joe 90 as well as Davey and Goliath. I can confirm that I do not own the complete DVD set of Davey and Goliath.
⇒ Once in a while the overrated Christie Blatchford writes a column actually worth attention.
⇒ Where will you be for the Ontario election leadership debate?
⇒ There's no racist like a hockey fan racist from the boonies!
Well, really. You can't want more than that. How much more could you need? There's still a workday to get through, you know.