<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:45:35.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not your practice blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff + nonsense. Updated daily. So far. Pretty much. Overwrought by &lt;a href="mailto:skblog@papercar.com"&gt;Scott Knaster&lt;/a&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113168211291733887' title='Test 2'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-113168173681839524</id><published>2005-11-10T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:02:16.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Green to green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red to red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yellow to yellow in the light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-113168173681839524?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/113168173681839524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/113168173681839524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113168173681839524' title='Test'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-111020760810336503</id><published>2005-03-07T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T07:00:08.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do not read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-111020760810336503?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/111020760810336503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/111020760810336503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111020760810336503' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-110023074530406125</id><published>2004-11-11T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:39:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deb's BookBlog</title><content type='html'>Whatzis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-110023074530406125?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://debbookblog.blogspot.com/' title='Deb&apos;s BookBlog'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/110023074530406125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/110023074530406125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110023074530406125' title='Deb&apos;s BookBlog'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-108419725463581083</id><published>2004-05-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T06:54:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to see here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://foodisworse.typepad.com/this"&gt;Move along&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-108419725463581083?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/108419725463581083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/108419725463581083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108419725463581083' title='Nothing to see here.'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-107947388219034850</id><published>2004-03-16T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:54:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ahem* **whffff**</title><content type='html'>Is this thing on? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-107947388219034850?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/107947388219034850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/107947388219034850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107947388219034850' title='*ahem* **whffff**'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-107859864233497456</id><published>2004-03-06T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T10:50:51.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out!</title><content type='html'>This blog moved -- like, last November, dude. Come join us &lt;a href="http://foodisworse.typepad.com/this"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-107859864233497456?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/107859864233497456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/107859864233497456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107859864233497456' title='Get out!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106964376631376457</id><published>2003-11-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T19:16:14.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/23/politics/23CND-TALK.html?ex=1385010000&amp;en=8d38af444a5b94cb&amp;ei=5007&amp;partner=USERLAND"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;: "Some have said that Republicans were violating a presidential promise not to use the campaign against terrorism for political gain." (from Dave Winer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106964376631376457?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106964376631376457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106964376631376457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106964376631376457' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106752167053382147</id><published>2003-10-30T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T05:47:42.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving out</title><content type='html'>This blog is on the move to &lt;a href="http://foodisworse.typepad.com/this"&gt;http://foodisworse.typepad.com/this&lt;/a&gt;. I realize this fractures my already-scant readership, but it's time to go. See you over there. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106752167053382147?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106752167053382147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106752167053382147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106752167053382147' title='Moving out'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106747171580181849</id><published>2003-10-29T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:55:16.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106747171580181849?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106747171580181849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106747171580181849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747171580181849' title='test'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106747160718991915</id><published>2003-10-29T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:53:27.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106747160718991915?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106747160718991915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106747160718991915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747160718991915' title='test'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106746968271011900</id><published>2003-10-29T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:21:23.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106746968271011900?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106746968271011900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106746968271011900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106746968271011900' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106743947391960907</id><published>2003-10-29T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T07:00:12.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Shmo Show ends</title><content type='html'>Joe Schmo, basically what would happen if &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/6305252521/qid%3D1067439395/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr%5F11%5F1/002-9554099-6757611/foodisworse-20"&gt;Truman Burbank&lt;/a&gt; went on a reality show, &lt;a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/living/oregonian/peter_carlin/index.ssf?/base/living/106734582156170.xml"&gt;finished last night&lt;/a&gt; when the lead character found out what was going on. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106743947391960907?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106743947391960907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106743947391960907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106743947391960907' title='Joe Shmo Show ends'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106736016178134773</id><published>2003-10-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T08:58:36.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight &amp; eating blog</title><content type='html'>There's a bunch of fresh posts in my new &lt;a href="http://foodisworse.typepad.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about weight and eating. Joe Bob says check 'em out. Plus, I'm trying TypePad. It's cool! It has comments built-in! They seem to actually work, so leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106736016178134773?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106736016178134773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106736016178134773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106736016178134773' title='Weight &amp; eating blog'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106736003324764604</id><published>2003-10-28T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T08:54:05.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NFL game for free</title><content type='html'>The terrible wildfires in San Diego forced the NFL to move its Monday night game to Tempe, Arizona at the last minute. This led to some &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2003/10/28/SPGM22KM9U1.DTL"&gt;interesting stories&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106736003324764604?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106736003324764604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106736003324764604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106736003324764604' title='NFL game for free'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106735025241915742</id><published>2003-10-28T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T06:11:23.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Griffith statue</title><content type='html'>There's going to be a &lt;a href="http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/articles/2003/10/28/entertainment/local/ee4b55905f526f6586256dcd001f94fa.txt"&gt;statue of Andy Griffith&lt;/a&gt; and Ron Howard (actually, Sheriff Andy and Opie) in Raleigh, North Carolina. As Gomer might say, "Goll-ee!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106735025241915742?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106735025241915742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106735025241915742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106735025241915742' title='Andy Griffith statue'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106726656679765300</id><published>2003-10-27T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T10:17:16.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating and weight</title><content type='html'>As I &lt;a href="http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_thisisnotyour_archive.html#106674365920284886"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt; a couple of days ago, I'm spending time right now on a writing project about my experiences with gaining and losing weight. I started a blog &lt;a href="http://foodisworse.typepad.com/blog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for posts and links about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106726656679765300?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106726656679765300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106726656679765300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106726656679765300' title='Eating and weight'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106711430505494321</id><published>2003-10-25T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T13:38:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate universe World Series: games 6 and 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/page2/s/caple/031024.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. Occasionally brilliant. READ ALL THE WAY TO THE END.

Favorite sentence:
&lt;blockquote&gt;
Meanwhile, with both teams one victory from a world championship, Lucifer kicked Uday and Qusay Hussein out of Hell to relieve the massive overcrowding that has resulted from the glaciers advancing into the farthest reaches of the underworld.
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I can't wait to see how it ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106691701704178184?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106691701704178184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106691701704178184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106691701704178184' title='The Other World Series'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106683065677220869</id><published>2003-10-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T06:51:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guster Meow Mix</title><content type='html'>The poppy Boston band Guster has released a version of its latest album with all the vocals wiped and replaced by somebody saying "meow" over and over, in the proper melody. It's pretty amusing. Check it out &lt;a href="itms://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/144/wa/viewAlbum?selectedItemId=2356458&amp;playListId=2356483"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (requires free &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/download/"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106683065677220869?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106683065677220869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106683065677220869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106683065677220869' title='Guster Meow Mix'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106674487122391551</id><published>2003-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T07:01:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody in Boston is watching</title><content type='html'>As explained &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/articles/2003/10/21/its_a_turnoff_around_here/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106674487122391551?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106674487122391551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106674487122391551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674487122391551' title='Nobody in Boston is watching'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106674365920284886</id><published>2003-10-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T06:40:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I? Why am I here?</title><content type='html'>Now that the work of handling my mom's estate is winding down, I'm taking the next few weeks to write down a bunch of words about something I've done a lot of: gaining and losing weight. This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. Once I'm done writing, I'll try to figure out what to do with what I've written ;-) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106674365920284886?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106674365920284886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106674365920284886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106674365920284886' title='Who am I? Why am I here?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106666390111302117</id><published>2003-10-20T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T08:31:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge writes rap in Eminem decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kfmb.com/topstory19134.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106666390111302117?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106666390111302117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106666390111302117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106666390111302117' title='Judge writes rap in Eminem decision'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106665829240795061</id><published>2003-10-20T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T06:59:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voight-Kampff Test for SF Mayoral Candidates</title><content type='html'>The Wave magazine used a &lt;a href="http://scribble.com/uwi/br/brfaq/whois-vk.html"&gt;technique&lt;/a&gt; from Blade Runner to find out if the San Francisco candidates for mayor &lt;a href="http://www.thewavemag.com/pagegen.php?pagename=article&amp;articleid=24031"&gt;are human or replicants&lt;/a&gt;. It's brilliant. Too bad these guys weren't around for the goober recall election. However, there's plenty of time left for the presidential election!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106665829240795061?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665829240795061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665829240795061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665829240795061' title='Voight-Kampff Test for SF Mayoral Candidates'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106665797974456861</id><published>2003-10-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T06:53:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Series, yawn</title><content type='html'>I love baseball, and I'm trying to watch the World Series, but sorry, the thrill is gone. It's Yankees vs. Marlins: the boring rich guys who have it all against the boring spoiled kids and their 10,000 fans. There are a few intriguing subplots, like 72-year-old Jack McKeon, but when it comes to actually rooting for one of these teams, I just can't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106665797974456861?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665797974456861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665797974456861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665797974456861' title='World Series, yawn'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106665781498639604</id><published>2003-10-20T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T06:50:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes Linkmaker</title><content type='html'>One of the little-mentioned but cool new features in iTunes is the ability to copy and paste (or drag and drop) a link to an item in the iTunes Music Store. Here's something related: use &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZSearch.woa/wa/itmsLinkMaker"&gt;iTunes Linkmaker&lt;/a&gt; to create a URL, or even a web badge, that links to a music store item.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106665781498639604?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665781498639604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106665781498639604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106665781498639604' title='iTunes Linkmaker'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106639924716873963</id><published>2003-10-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:03:28.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes for Windows</title><content type='html'>Apple announced and shipped &lt;a href="http://weblogs.jupiterresearch.com/msft/archives/001706.html"&gt;iTunes for Windows&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. It's remarkably like the terrific Mac version, including support for the iTunes Music Store. In fact, I'm surprised they didn't leave out a feature or two, just to remind folks to use Macs instead of Windows. Maybe in the future, new features will come to the Mac version first. Or maybe Apple is so into selling iPods now that they're willing to have application parity on Windows and Macs.

Also, it plays nice with the Macs on my 802.11 network, letting me share music across platforms effortlessly. And it knows about my account at the Music Store, even warning me when I'm about to buy a song that I already bought on a Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106639924716873963?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106639924716873963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106639924716873963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106639924716873963' title='iTunes for Windows'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106632413881890571</id><published>2003-10-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T10:08:58.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No joy in Cubdom</title><content type='html'>Once again I refer you to &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1639190"&gt;Jayson Stark&lt;/a&gt; for the explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106632413881890571?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106632413881890571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106632413881890571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106632413881890571' title='No joy in Cubdom'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106622417689413653</id><published>2003-10-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T06:34:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the Cubs, masters of the unthinkable</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.mvschool.riroe.k12.il.us/headley/Billy Goat Curse.htm"&gt;Billy Goat Curse&lt;/a&gt; is real. I know, because I watched it happen on TV last night.

Last night's Cubs-Marlins game was going as expected -- the Cubs were on their way to their first pennant in 58 years, leading 3-0 in the 8th -- when the game &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1638362"&gt;suddenly moved&lt;/a&gt; into the &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/twilightzone/"&gt;Twilight Zone&lt;/a&gt;, or maybe the Curse script kicked in. Cubs left fielder Moises Alou (son of Giants manager Felipe) was prevented from &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1638390"&gt;catching a foul fly&lt;/a&gt; in the first row of the stands when a fan deflected the ball -- a &lt;i&gt;Cubs&lt;/i&gt; fan. That's when thousands of Cubs followers knew it was all going wacky.

Soon thereafter, the Cubs shortstop, Alex Gonzalez -- probably their best defensive player -- saw his glove turn to iron as an easy ground ball clanked off it for an error. Next, Cubs starter Mark Prior, who was almost unhittable before that, turned into toast. In minutes, the Marlins had scored 8 runs and the incredible (but inevitable?) had happened.

Cubs fans, I feel for you. Hang in there. You have another chance today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106622417689413653?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106622417689413653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106622417689413653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106622417689413653' title='These are the Cubs, masters of the unthinkable'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106615895736054511</id><published>2003-10-14T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:15:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to Pacific Bell Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/sf/news/sf_press_release.jsp?ymd=20031014&amp;content_id=578120&amp;vkey=pr_sf&amp;fext=.jsp&amp;c_id=sfn"&gt;Bleh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106615895736054511?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106615895736054511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106615895736054511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615895736054511' title='Goodbye to Pacific Bell Park'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106614925392217438</id><published>2003-10-14T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T09:34:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weight news</title><content type='html'>Some rare &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=578&amp;e=3&amp;u=/nm/20031014/ts_nm/food_obesity_study_dc"&gt;positive news&lt;/a&gt; about overweight in the U.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106614925392217438?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106614925392217438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106614925392217438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106614925392217438' title='Good weight news'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106613960121023970</id><published>2003-10-14T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T06:53:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=573&amp;e=6&amp;u=/nm/odd_serbiamontenegro_plane_dc"&gt;Yikes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106613960121023970?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106613960121023970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106613960121023970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106613960121023970' title='Flyby'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106613866879297321</id><published>2003-10-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T06:38:08.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dusty We Trusty</title><content type='html'>I ordered my In Dusty We Trust &lt;a href="http://www.itsalongstory.com/industywetrusty/"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, because I like the man and the team. I hope it gets here before the Cubs are done. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106613866879297321?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106613866879297321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106613866879297321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106613866879297321' title='In Dusty We Trusty'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106608195673048540</id><published>2003-10-13T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:52:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots more Americans are getting really fat</title><content type='html'>The number of obese Americans doubled from 1986 to 200 -- but the number of extremely obese Americans was up &lt;i&gt;500%&lt;/i&gt;. The whole story is &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/HEALTH/diet.fitness/10/13/extreme.obesity.ap/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106608195673048540?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106608195673048540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106608195673048540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106608195673048540' title='Lots more Americans are getting really fat'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106605215359096042</id><published>2003-10-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T06:35:53.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Limbaugh's drug addiction</title><content type='html'>In case you missed it over the weekend, radio guy Rush Limbaugh &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/news/979355.asp"&gt;came out as a drug addict&lt;/a&gt; on Friday. &lt;a href="http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/Columnists.nsf/Bill+McClellan/25FF9A36D42606EA86256DBE001517F2?OpenDocument&amp;Headline=If+Bill+Clinton+were++an+addict,+here's+how+Rush+might+spin+it"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; an opinion on this announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106605215359096042?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106605215359096042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106605215359096042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106605215359096042' title='Rush Limbaugh&apos;s drug addiction'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106593389885959907</id><published>2003-10-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:44:58.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston Brawl</title><content type='html'>The Red Sox - Yankees series took an ugly turn today: the Yankees won. Oh, and also, &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=caple_jim&amp;id=1636171"&gt;weird bad stuff&lt;/a&gt; happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106593389885959907?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106593389885959907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106593389885959907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106593389885959907' title='Boston Brawl'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106588250441041699</id><published>2003-10-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T07:28:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cubs and red ivy</title><content type='html'>Jayson Stark writes about it &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1635491"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. More about red ivy &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/cubs/spx-news-cside09.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106588250441041699?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106588250441041699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106588250441041699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106588250441041699' title='Cubs and red ivy'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106579387908370151</id><published>2003-10-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:53:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Customers as thieves, enhanced</title><content type='html'>A maker of really lame copy protection for audio CDs is &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/TECH/biztech/10/10/bmg.protection.reut/index.html"&gt;suing&lt;/a&gt; a college student who pointed out just how lame their copy protection is (so lame that you can defeat it by holding down the shift key when you insert the CD, or turning off auto-run, or simply putting the CD into a Mac). The &lt;a href="http://www.nj.com/news/times/index.ssf?/base/news-0/106568865740310.xml"&gt;doublespeak&lt;/a&gt; coming from the company is breathtaking. This is wrong in so many ways, but no more so than in disrespecting customers in the first place by copy-protecting an audio CD.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106579387908370151?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579387908370151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579387908370151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579387908370151' title='Customers as thieves, enhanced'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106579279238227081</id><published>2003-10-10T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:33:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes for Windows</title><content type='html'>Is Apple going to release iTunes for Windows next week? &lt;a href="http://www.macminute.com/2003/10/09/itunes"&gt;Maybe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106579279238227081?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579279238227081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579279238227081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579279238227081' title='iTunes for Windows'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106579227223772220</id><published>2003-10-10T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T06:24:32.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Thunder Mountain info</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.plaidworks.com/chuqui/blog/000876.html"&gt;Chuq points&lt;/a&gt; to new information about the Big Thunder Mountain crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106579227223772220?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579227223772220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106579227223772220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579227223772220' title='Big Thunder Mountain info'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106577142507589250</id><published>2003-10-10T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:37:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/printable/?fact/031013fa_fact"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a sad, fascinating story about the Golden Gate Bridge and suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106577142507589250?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106577142507589250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106577142507589250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106577142507589250' title='Jumpers'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106574389764726823</id><published>2003-10-09T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T16:58:50.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat Robertson favors terrorism</title><content type='html'>Pat Robertson has &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/wire/Politics/reuters20031009_406.html"&gt;suggested&lt;/a&gt; blowing up the U.S. State Department with a nuclear bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106574389764726823?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106574389764726823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106574389764726823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106574389764726823' title='Pat Robertson favors terrorism'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106570984378863807</id><published>2003-10-09T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T07:31:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Directions: Bag End to Mount Doom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ooblick.com/text/tomordor/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. (Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.tidbits.com"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106570984378863807?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570984378863807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570984378863807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106570984378863807' title='Walking Directions: Bag End to Mount Doom'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106570767393810768</id><published>2003-10-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T06:56:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to super-size that coffin?</title><content type='html'>Swanson now has "Hungry Man XXL" frozen dinners, featuring around 1000 calories and 40 grams of fat or more (note to those unclear: THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR ONE MEAL). There's even a &lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0744/"&gt;grotesque&lt;/a&gt; "Hungry Man All-Day Breakfast" with over 1000 calories and &lt;i&gt;231%&lt;/i&gt; of your daily requirement of cholesterol! For breakfast! 

Mark Morford in the SF Chronicle &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/columnists/morford/"&gt;rants about&lt;/a&gt; this trash food and its relationship to a new growth industry, &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/a/2003/09/28/MN23107.DTL"&gt;enormous caskets&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106570767393810768?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570767393810768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570767393810768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106570767393810768' title='Would you like to super-size that coffin?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106570687734581266</id><published>2003-10-09T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T06:41:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Billy Goat</title><content type='html'>Cubs fans are still trying to &lt;a href="http://keyetv.com/cooler/watercooler_story_267103843.html"&gt;get rid&lt;/a&gt; of their curse. That was me on KFOG this morning (6:15 AM -- you were listening, weren't you?) explaining this curse to the KFOG Morning Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106570687734581266?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570687734581266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106570687734581266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106570687734581266' title='Curse of the Billy Goat'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106562153884250660</id><published>2003-10-08T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T06:58:58.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>The wife of Maryland's governor &lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/nation/wire/sns-ap-brf-governors-wife-spears,0,188940.story?coll=sns-ap-nation-headlines"&gt;said&lt;/a&gt; she would like to do that. Eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106562153884250660?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106562153884250660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106562153884250660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106562153884250660' title='Shoot Britney Spears'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106562005722902736</id><published>2003-10-08T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T06:34:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another instant classic</title><content type='html'>We baseball fans have been blessed by great playoff games this year (the Giants' performance notwithstanding), and last night was another one. Jayson Stark does his usual terrific job of &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1633147"&gt;writing&lt;/a&gt; about it as a reporter, fan, and baseball nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106562005722902736?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106562005722902736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106562005722902736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106562005722902736' title='Another instant classic'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106561989852575686</id><published>2003-10-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T06:31:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gov. Schwarzenegger</title><content type='html'>Hi, I live in a state that just recalled its governor and elected a man with little relevant experience. Talk about out of touch: I cannot figure this out. Why did so many people vote for Schwarzenegger? I assume they have figured out something I haven't about the guy. I hope he does a great job of making the state a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106561989852575686?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106561989852575686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106561989852575686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106561989852575686' title='Gov. Schwarzenegger'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106554226036497189</id><published>2003-10-07T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T08:57:40.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry Moroccan teacher throws pupils out of window</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/WORLD/africa/10/06/morocco.teacher.reut/index.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106554226036497189?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106554226036497189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106554226036497189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106554226036497189' title='Angry Moroccan teacher throws pupils out of window'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106553544750518111</id><published>2003-10-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T07:06:48.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try this</title><content type='html'>The most disturbing Google search in my referrer log: &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=root+canal+airplane&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8"&gt;root canal airplane&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106553544750518111?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553544750518111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553544750518111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106553544750518111' title='Don&apos;t try this'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106553503471865772</id><published>2003-10-07T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T06:57:14.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch a chad</title><content type='html'>It's election day, and soon I'll go vote against the recall. Why? Because it's the worst, most cynical example of partisan politics I've ever seen. For Darrell Issa and the recall mongers, this is not about what Davis did wrong -- it's all about getting a Republican in office. The reason elected officials have terms in office is so they're not constantly running for re-election. If this recall succeeds, good luck to whichever sucker replaces him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106553503471865772?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553503471865772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553503471865772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106553503471865772' title='Punch a chad'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106553422884741710</id><published>2003-10-07T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T06:46:55.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go, Oakland</title><content type='html'>The A's are finished, &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/10/07/SPGLE26QHV1.DTL"&gt;incredibly&lt;/a&gt;. They have played 9 games over four years in which they could have won a playoff series; they have lost all 9. I'm not sure why I root against the A's. Probably the &lt;a href="http://www.baseball-almanac.com/ws/yr1989ws.shtml"&gt;1989 World Series&lt;/a&gt; is a big part of it. And, I like the Red Sox. But for me, the A's losing takes the edge off the Giants losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106553422884741710?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553422884741710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106553422884741710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106553422884741710' title='Let&apos;s go, Oakland'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106547232782009411</id><published>2003-10-06T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:32:07.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another perspective on baseball fan pain</title><content type='html'>You can skip the top 2/3rds of &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/page2/s/murphy/031006.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and just read the list at the bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106547232782009411?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106547232782009411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106547232782009411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106547232782009411' title='Another perspective on baseball fan pain'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106545742274384624</id><published>2003-10-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T09:23:42.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another take on Cubs &amp; Sox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/baseball/142644_chad06.html"&gt;Funny.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106545742274384624?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106545742274384624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106545742274384624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545742274384624' title='Another take on Cubs &amp; Sox'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106545298547217992</id><published>2003-10-06T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T08:51:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that all there is?</title><content type='html'>The Giants season is over too soon, following &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1630082"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2003/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1630617"&gt;remarkable&lt;/a&gt; games in Miami. This series has proven to me that baseball is unanalyzable. Were the Marlins simply the better team? How does the best defensive Giants team in history make 7 errors in 4 games? I dunno. 

Random thoughts about that series and some of the other amazing games in the division series:

&lt;blockquote&gt;
What's going on with all the errors, dropped fly balls, hit batsmen, weird plays in the division series? I have a theory: they've changed the baseball.

The worst part of baseball is after a disappointing end to the season, the gutless wonders and naysayers crawl out. For example, Ann Killion has &lt;a href="http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/sports/baseball/mlb/san_francisco_giants/6944191.htm"&gt;uncovered&lt;/a&gt; communication problems in the Giants clubhouse. Where was she all season? And Larry Krueger, the guy KNBR keeps around to piss off Giants fans, announces that they had too many pitchers on the roster. Why didn't he say that a week ago?  

Here's another thing: this stupid &lt;a href="http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/sports/columnists/skip_bayless/6938095.htm"&gt;macho bit&lt;/a&gt; about "playing hurt". If you're too injured to play, it &lt;i&gt;hurts&lt;/i&gt; your team, not helps.

Another bright guy: immediately after the game, Bobby Valentine popped up on ESPN to criticize the Giants for not using Jose Cruz Jr. as a pinch-runner and putting in Andres Galarraga to play first base. Only problem: both those players were already out of the game. No wonder Valentine is a grinning idiot on TV instead of still managing.

Anybody see the end of game 3 and think that Pudge Rodriguez interfered after scoring the go-ahead run? He was exulting with his arms in the air and Torrealba had to go through him to get the ball while the winning run scored.

Giants baseball of the past: this series provided strange echoes of 2000 (losing 3-1 to the wild card), 1997 (losing to the Marlins, two 1-run losses in Miami), and even 1912 (dropped fly ball in extra innings helps blow lead).

The Giants finally wised up and figured out how to sell tickets by lottery, instead of browser reload hell. They were planning to do that for World Series seats. Maybe next year.

The Sox-A's game 3 was the &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/recap?gameId=231004102"&gt;weirdest&lt;/a&gt; baseball game I ever saw.

Jerome Williams pitching game 4 was the right call. 

&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106545298547217992?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106545298547217992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106545298547217992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545298547217992' title='Is that all there is?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106519956436834643</id><published>2003-10-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:46:17.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oaklandtribune.com/Stories/0,1413,82~1726~1673646,00.html"&gt;These guys&lt;/a&gt; flew right overhead as we were standing on the BART platform Wednesday. It was like getting a pitchfork to the eardrums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106519956436834643?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106519956436834643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106519956436834643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106519956436834643' title='Zoom!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106519069314947137</id><published>2003-10-03T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T07:18:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's keeping score</title><content type='html'>If you want to know what I'm usually doing at a baseball game, check &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/10/03/BA283190.DTL"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106519069314947137?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106519069314947137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106519069314947137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106519069314947137' title='Somebody&apos;s keeping score'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106518817720602296</id><published>2003-10-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T07:12:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double-header, guest entry</title><content type='html'>The baseball gods laid it out for us: both the Giants and A's had home playoff games on Wednesday. Hmmm, could I go to &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; games? Hey -- the starting times are 6 hours apart! This can be done! And so, I asked urban adventurer Mark "the Red" Harlan to join me, and...well, I'll let Mark tell the story (with a few of my own comments):

&lt;blockquote&gt;
when scott "special k" knaster mentioned he was interested in seeing 2 
major league ballgames in the same day, i immediately thought "i wonder 
if you could do 'em both for $25?"  when he followed it with the fact 
that it wasn't even possible to do this (in one geography, that is) 
until just a couple of years ago, i became intrigued.  scott was playing 
to my ego ... the reason he was talking to me in the first place was 
because i have a reputation for getting good deals on tickets, but scott 
was worried because the giants were sold out ...

it took him 2 full sentences before he asked if i was interested in 
joining him.  of course.

of course i'm interested in joing him, because i feel exactly like 
anyone my age without kids feels ... life is nothing more than a set of 
disjoint adventures, and the the time in between?  nothing more than 
planning, resting, studying, or earning time for those adventures.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]Mark and I have somewhat different perspectives on this. I'm a big Giants fan, and a baseball fan. I MUST get in to the Giants and see the whole game. I'm not an A's fan, and I won't spend a lot for tickets there. Plus, I need to see Mark's legendary ticket-acquisition skills in action.

&lt;blockquote&gt;
the a's won't be a problem.  for some reason the world, the bay area and 
the san jose mercury news in particular, either hate or ignore the a's.  
face value there will probably get you seats on the owners' lap.

the tickets might be a problem for the giants, though, because these are 
the playoffs and the game is sold out.  of course the world series was 
sold out and that didn't keep me from getting a *free* ticket.  
(something that particularly bugs bryan "stearno" stearns, although i 
don't know why; naturally i bring it up at every possible opportunity.)

***

special k shows up promptly at 10:00.  of course i'm not ready, but I get 
there in a matter of minutes ... he drops the key piece of information 
which is craigslist is showing more sellers than buyers ... this looks 
good for the kutrate koncert klub (kkk), a spiritual organization of the 
mind made up of mark "solid" goldstein (weirdly, a shirttail cousin of 
special k's -- not too surprising since they're both jewish and from 
denver, but still spooky) and myself.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]Officially, Mark G. and I are 4th cousins, on my mother's side.
&lt;blockquote&gt;

the idea is to park at millbrae (using my caltrain parking pass that i 
normally abusively use for free long term parking when i fly out of town 
[i'm also not eligible to own the pass, but that's another story]), take 
caltrain to pacbell park, bart to oakland, and then bart back to 
millbrae.

we get to the s.f. train station around noon, an hour before game time, 
and i hit a scalper immediately.

"what is the face value of your ticket and how much do you want?"

he shows me a $31 ticket.  "40."

great.  this is the high end of the spectrum.  buying from a train 
station scalper is like paying sticker price for a car.  only the 
stupid, the rich, and those not spending their own money are so 
foolhardy.  so i definitely WILL be getting in ... it's just a question 
of when and for how much.

i set a mental price of $20 or half price, whichever is cheaper.  no 
"standing room only" tickets and i'd prefer seats to bleachers because i 
like the back support.

special k and his i've-grown-into-a-monster son already have tickets.  i 
only need 1.  this will be a snap.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]I managed to acquire 2 decent tickets at face value when I was at the game the day before.
&lt;blockquote&gt;

we get to the ballpark, i get some cash, search a little for paper to 
make a sign and get to work.  the sign is very important because it:

1. keeps you from having to walk around everywhere and lets people come 
to you.

2. indicates immediately if you're a buyer or a seller.

3. subconsciously establishes that you are NOT a scalper, because 
scalpers never use signs.  (the kkk almost never deals with scalpers and 
vice versa.)

4. gives people a level of assurance.  when you walk around saying "i 
need 1 ticket," or holding a finger up, it makes people uncomfortable 
... "does he want a ticket or is he going to rob me?"  that's always in 
the backs of people's minds.  it's worse after dark, but it's always the 
case.

but wording is important here.  it's still 45 minutes to game time and 
most people will be expecting face value or more for their tickets.  some will 
get it from dopes that aren't thinking things through, or those that are 
simply not willing to ask their fellow man to share the financial burden 
of the ticket; but most will not.

you need something small, succinct.

&lt;b&gt;need
1
cheap&lt;/b&gt;

perfect.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]Later, in Oakland, a scalper will summon Mark by hollering "Hey, Mr. Cheap!".
&lt;blockquote&gt;

i chat to special k while i hold my sign up, rotating it slowly once, 
and it takes about 90 seconds to get a response.

"i've got a reserved.  $40."

"what's the face value?"

"$40."

"I'll give you 20."

he looks incredulous.  i've seen this exact look 1000 times in my life.  
in the early days of the kkk it used to bother me -- now i just think 
it's funny.  he shakes his head and walks away.

another seconds later.  "i have bleachers."

"what's the face value?"

"$25."

"i'll give you 10."  he just walks away.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]During this whole process, while we're standing in Willie Mays Plaza, the few cops walking around pretty much ignore this illegal ticket market.
&lt;blockquote&gt;

another immediately.  "i've got one for $40.  that's what i paid."

"i'll give you 20."

"20?!  dude, you insult me!"

can't have angry citizens here ... he could cause a ruckus for other 
customers, and there's always an outside chance he'll still sell.  most 
people would disengage at this point, but that couldn't be more wrong.

i start up, "i have $23 on me," which is true, but i also have $280 in 
the *other* pocket, "i need money to get home.  i'm out of work right 
now," which is not exactly right, i'm working, i'm just not getting paid 
AND i'm paying others, "i guarantee that you made more money this week 
than i did."  i'm staring at the spider web he has tatooted on his hand 
as i say this.

he looks a bit like ceasar rosas from los lobos, only even more pockmarked in the face, as hard as that is to imagine.  he stops and 
considers.  i can tell this was exactly the right thing to say.  he 
shakes his head, but is muttering in a conspiratory way now, "no dude, i 
lost a lot of money this week."  but it's said in the you're-forgiven 
tone of voice.  it wouldn't surprise me if he came back.

i look at scott and he's looking a little embarrassed.  like the way the 
*other* person looks at a restaurant when one person of the couple 
launches on a waitress.

no time to calm him.  the next possibility is immediate: a thin, older 
white guy.  he looks at my sign before speaking.  "do you just want a 
ticket to get in the stadium, or do you want a good seat?"

"i'm just trying to get in."

he hands me a ticket, "i'll sell you this one for $15."  it's got a face 
value of $31.

i look at it and hand it to special k, "does this look right to you?"

before he can even answer, the guy just nods, "yeah, it's good.  i'll 
walk in with you if you want."  i've bought, probably 100 tickets this 
way in my life.  i know in the very pit of my soul he's right.

this is where solid g and i differ.  solid would counter offer here, but 
this is well within my tolerance AND i'll get in before the game starts 
... not always a certainty with the kkk.

"sure."  the deal's done.  from sign complete to ticket in hand it was 
about 3 minutes, tops.

i turn to scott, "let's go in," and look up to see him quasi-stunned.

he considers then speaks, "my third eye has just opened. i've been 
going to sporting events my whole life ... and now ... now i feel like 
a whole new world has been opened up to me."

right.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]Yup. Most of my experience is going with Barbara and our kids, and we need more certainty that we're going to get in. Watching Mark was like entering a parallel dimension.
&lt;blockquote&gt;

the seat itself is amazing.  it's section 336, row 11, seat 12.  it is, 
literally, half way up the topmost section, immediately in front of 
the 3rd base foul pole, and on the very end of the section.  if i look to 
my left, i see a 4 story direct drop.  i love it. if there's an earthquake, 
i am THE very first to die.

to my left is mccovey cove, almost straight left is the scoreboard (still 
readable) and below and behind me is coca cola slide, in front of that, 
the mini kid baseball diamond where they occasionally whack whiffle 
balls out of the tiny park.

it's a foggy day, with patches of sun.  almost cold, but not too windy.  
in other words, a great day for half priced baseball.

at this very moment, the giants are down 9 to 5 at the bottom of the 
8th.  my double header day, in the baseball sense, is almost half over.  
and i couldn't be happier.

giants lose and it makes no difference ...
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]There's that difference of philosophy I mentioned... ;-)
&lt;blockquote&gt;

we make our way to the bart station, stopping by a chinese deli as part 
of the journey.  the bart train is crowded to the point of uncomfortable 
and once we get to the station it's a steady stream.

we get to the oakland stadium 75 minutes before gametime. the traditional 
oakland scalpers are working the bridge in their overly 
aggressive style ... we set up a sign and start working it.  and 
nothing.  and nothing.  and nothing.  we're still about an hour from the 
game but it's become clear that, weirdly, tickets are going to be harder 
to get here ... even though they still have some for sale.

solid g shows up and we decide to try for single tickets instead of a 
block of three.  we score a $20 ticket for 10 almost immediately and 
then go cold.

the game starts, jets scream overhead and we still don't have our 
quota.  one inning passes, then another ... i finally cajole g and k 
into buying the $15 mount davis seats and going in ...
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]These are the football seats 500 feet from home plate that are only opened when the rest of the park is sold out. And as a bonus, you can't see the deep half of the outfield from there.
&lt;blockquote&gt;

we play musical seats for an inning and a half, trying to better our 
nosebleed seats and finally settle in a row above the cheapie press 
seats.  we get a full eagle eye view from above home plate, and by 
watching the tv monitors in the press seats we're 
able to see both the live broadcast and instant replays of 
the game.  i eat pretzels, special k eats his diet cowpie cookies and 
solid peels red grapes.  it's now top of the 8th, the home team is 
losing 3 to 4 and the world is very very good.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
[Scott:]The A's tied things up in the last of the 9th, and as the contest wore on toward midnight, we wondered what would happen if the game was still going on past BART's midnight closing time. We had a brief discussion and unanimously agreed that we we NOT going to leave the game early. That's just wrong. As it happened, the game ended at 11:47, so the urban crisis didn't happen.

We got back to Millbrae at 1:00 AM after an awesome day featuring 21 innings and 8 hours of baseball. Seeing that no more games were scheduled at that time, we headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106518817720602296?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106518817720602296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106518817720602296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106518817720602296' title='Double-header, guest entry'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106518767360761345</id><published>2003-10-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T06:29:08.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish fry part 2</title><content type='html'>...in which the Fish &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2003/10/02/SPG0322I2P1.DTL"&gt;fry the Giants, 9-5&lt;/a&gt;. In a grotesque bullpen/defense implosion, the Marlins evened the series at 1-1. The interesting and maddening thing about these best-of-5 series is that they can turn with every game. The Giants are in some trouble now, but if they win today, the Marlins are on the brink of elimination. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106518767360761345?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106518767360761345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106518767360761345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106518767360761345' title='Fish fry part 2'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106501467051208016</id><published>2003-10-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T06:46:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish fry part 1</title><content type='html'>The Giants squeaked past the Marlins yesterday 2-0 in an amazing pitchers' duel that had only 6 base hits, and only two of those hit to the outfield. You can read all about it &lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&amp;edition=us&amp;q=giants+marlins+game+1&amp;btnG=Search+News"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Other stuff:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if Marlins manager Jack "I'll walk him every time" McKeon realizes how much Barry Bonds is in his head. Worrying about him affected Josh Beckett's pitching to Rich Aurilia in the fateful 4th inning.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Another absolutely gorgeous day at Pacific Bell Park. The fans were too riveted and nervous to get into big chants and cheers.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Aside from three terrible misplays (two by the Giants), the defense was impressive. Naturally, the game turned on the Marlins' one error.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Barry Bonds, frustrated at being walked and aching to contribute, was picked off in the 8th inning when the Derrek Lee bobbled Chad Fox's low throw, allowing Bonds to get to 2nd base. Of course, Bonds then scored, so misplays led to both of the games' runs.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Felipe Alou is priming the second-guessers by pitching Sidney Ponson today instead of Kirk Rueter. Alou has usually been right about those things this year.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The Giants are advertising the hell out of their "I See Orange People" t-shirts, but they're sold out. BOO! I did score a very cool post-season media guide, which includes recaps of every 2003 Giants game and box scores of all Giants post-season games ever.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Whole teams introduced on the foul lines, flyby, fireworks, bunting, Huey Lewis and the News singing the anthem: I love the playoffs.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106501467051208016?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106501467051208016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106501467051208016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106501467051208016' title='Fish fry part 1'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106492949032408350</id><published>2003-09-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T06:48:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish fry today</title><content type='html'>The Giants start the National League Division Series today at home. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.ceejbot.com/blog/space/start"&gt;CJ&lt;/a&gt;, I have a ticket! Most of the &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?page=postseasonpredictions"&gt;"experts"&lt;/a&gt; are picking the Giants to win. Ahhh, whadda they know.

Oft-forgotten factor: the current Marlins owner used to own the Expos, and he &lt;a href="http://www.oaklandtribune.com/Stories/0,1413,82~10835~1661083,00.html"&gt;lamely fired&lt;/a&gt; Giants manager Felipe Alou a couple of years ago. Felipe didn't like that, although he downplays it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106492949032408350?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106492949032408350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106492949032408350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106492949032408350' title='Fish fry today'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106492878065666955</id><published>2003-09-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T06:33:13.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-by eating</title><content type='html'>Ah, the drive-thru fast food experience. You sit in your car and yell at a billboard, then get nasty food thrown at you by someone who usually doesn't even look at you. &lt;a href="http://www.qsrmagazine.com/drive-thru/2003/index.phtml"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an industry magazine report that ranks the joints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106492878065666955?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106492878065666955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106492878065666955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106492878065666955' title='Drive-by eating'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106484447062641978</id><published>2003-09-29T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:07:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springsteen exorcises Bambino?</title><content type='html'>It takes one &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/newsarticle.asp?nid=18720"&gt;Boss&lt;/a&gt; to triumph another. &lt;a href="http://www.ceejbot.com:8669/blog/space/2003-09-26#The_baseball_postseason"&gt;Ceej&lt;/a&gt;, could this be the year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106484447062641978?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484447062641978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484447062641978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484447062641978' title='Springsteen exorcises Bambino?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106484376528021472</id><published>2003-09-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T06:56:04.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Saved Baseball</title><content type='html'>Giants fans, don't miss &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2003/09/28/BUGJC1TLGG1.DTL"&gt;this interview&lt;/a&gt; with head honcho Peter Magowan, one of the coolest owners ever and the reason there are no Tampa Bay Giants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106484376528021472?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484376528021472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484376528021472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484376528021472' title='The Man Who Saved Baseball'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106484346438211067</id><published>2003-09-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:25:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There we go again</title><content type='html'>If &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/ALLPOLITICS/09/28/recall.poll/index.html"&gt;this poll&lt;/a&gt; (which gives results that are very different from other polls) is right, California is about to void an election and install a glib, inexperienced mega-rich guy as governor who usually &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2003/09/29/MN295982.DTL"&gt;doesn't even bother to vote&lt;/a&gt;, to replace our boring, experienced kinda rich guy. We'll either get 3 years of reducing state problems to movie sound bites, or else recall after recall. Hmm, I wonder what other states I could run away to. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106484346438211067?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484346438211067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484346438211067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484346438211067' title='There we go again'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106484309144857524</id><published>2003-09-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T06:44:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google News</title><content type='html'>I use &lt;a href="http://news.google.com"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt; all the time and it's great. But why, when I search for a story that's been picked up by a bunch of different sites, do I get page after page listing all 47 million copies of the exact same story? Google, please fix. Thank you. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106484309144857524?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484309144857524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484309144857524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484309144857524' title='Google News'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106484253781522481</id><published>2003-09-29T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T06:39:44.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antici-pation</title><content type='html'>We went the the last Giants game of the regular season yesterday, and it was a great tune-up as the G's &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/09/29/GIANTS.TMP"&gt;whacked&lt;/a&gt; the hell out of the Dodgies, 12-3. After early fog, it turned out to be another perfect day at Pacific Bell Park, where the wind stops when you enter, the &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/gammons/s/0506.html"&gt;Cha-Cha Bowls&lt;/a&gt; are delicious, and all the children are above average.

The Giants ended up &lt;a href="http://www.heraldtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20030929/APS/309290560"&gt;conceding&lt;/a&gt; the best record to Atlanta so that they wouldn't have to fly cross-country and back on the eve of their playoff opener. I  hope that turns out to be a good decision.

I'm cautiously (no woofing here) excited about the Giants chances this year. This time, they're entering the playoffs with a great team, high expectations, and the pang of unfinished business from last year. That's a formula that worked great for the A's in 1989.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106484253781522481?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484253781522481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106484253781522481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484253781522481' title='Antici-pation'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106470239522549760</id><published>2003-09-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T15:44:38.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playmakers</title><content type='html'>I've been watching the drama series &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/eoe/playmakers/"&gt;Playmakers&lt;/a&gt; on ESPN and I'm hooked by its writing, acting, and verisimilitude. It's an over-the-top portrayal of an NFL team and some of the shenanigans that go on in its orbit, including drugs, sex, and violence. &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2003/football/nfl/09/13/bc.fbn.playmakers.ap/"&gt;Some NFL players&lt;/a&gt; think this is unfair, because the show exaggerates the bad stuff. Dear NFL players: this is FICTION. That means it's MADE UP, like ER and NYPD Blue.

I like the theme song, which you can download &lt;a href="http://www.dimemag.com/playmakers_media/Playmakers.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Another catchy tune used in the show is Get Busy by Sean Paul (thanks to my son for identifying that one). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106470239522549760?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106470239522549760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106470239522549760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106470239522549760' title='Playmakers'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-10645848257630857</id><published>2003-09-26T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T07:07:31.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, music</title><content type='html'>I decided to check out &lt;a href="http://www.buymusic.com"&gt;BuyMusic.com&lt;/a&gt;, the music-for-sale site that makes fun of Apple's iTunes Music Store ads and only works with Windows. There is stuff that Apple doesn't have, such as Radiohead's "Kid A", although it does cost an absurd $16.69. I decided to buy a track for .79, "I Want Candy" by Bow Wow Wow. Searching wasn't bad, and signing up for an account was only a little annoying.  

Unlike Apple's store, there's no one-click to buy, so you have to "check out". When I did, I was informed that BuyMusic would have to do further checking on my credit card before allowing me to download my song -- "for my protection", of course. This process would probably take about one day, it said! I would be notified by e-mail when it was done.

Three and a half days later, I got the e-mail saying my purchase was ready. I went back to BuyMusic and downloaded the track, which came in Windows Media Audio protected format. When I tried to play the track, Windows Media Player informed me that I needed to download a license for the track first. So I went through another step -- does this happen every time you buy a song? Finally, I played the track. All in all, it was a lousy customer experience.

I have always appreciated Apple's ability to making things easy, but I have a new appreciation for the way the iTunes Music Store hides the details, including one-click purchase, credit card authorization, and digital rights management. Bow wow!

Lots of other folks seem to have &lt;a href="http://boycottbuymusic.com/"&gt;issues&lt;/a&gt; with BuyMusic.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-10645848257630857?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/10645848257630857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/10645848257630857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#10645848257630857' title='Bye, music'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106458376501047398</id><published>2003-09-26T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T06:43:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare feat</title><content type='html'>Carlos Delgado of Toronto &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2003/baseball/mlb/09/25/bluejays.devilrays.ap/index.html?cnn=yes"&gt;hit four home runs in one game&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. That's one of baseball's classic records. How rare is it? Delgado is only the &lt;a href="http://www.baseball-almanac.com/feats/feats4.shtml"&gt;15th player&lt;/a&gt; in the 128-year history of Major League Baseball to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106458376501047398?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106458376501047398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106458376501047398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106458376501047398' title='Rare feat'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106450239088430758</id><published>2003-09-25T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T08:06:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong number</title><content type='html'>The RIAA &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/09/25/BUGJC1TO2D1.DTL"&gt;sued a 65-year-old woman&lt;/a&gt; for sharing music via KaZaA. But she has a Mac, which doesn't run KaZaA. What happened? Bad IP snitching by Comcast? Did dynamic IP addressing screw up the identification? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106450239088430758?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450239088430758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450239088430758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106450239088430758' title='Wrong number'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106450212847087040</id><published>2003-09-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T08:02:08.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are gonna come from all over</title><content type='html'>Major League Baseball players, organized by state or country of birth &lt;a href="http://www.baseball-reference.com/bio/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. 1698 from California, 8 from Alaska. 5 from Italy, but none since 1962.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106450212847087040?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450212847087040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450212847087040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106450212847087040' title='People are gonna come from all over'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-10645019730520160</id><published>2003-09-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T07:59:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking baseball online</title><content type='html'>You can watch baseball play-by-play on ESPN, Fox, MLB, and Yahoo (others too?). They're all OK. ESPN's is unreliable with Safari, and Yahoo's seems to switch among games most quickly. It would be cool to be able to set up audio alerts when something happens, like a run scoring (in games you really care about) or the lead changing hands. Much work remains to be done on game trackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-10645019730520160?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/10645019730520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/10645019730520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#10645019730520160' title='Tracking baseball online'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106450160541129144</id><published>2003-09-25T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T07:54:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giants fan diary</title><content type='html'>Another day, another slightly important game. This one was a &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/09/25/GIANTS.TMP"&gt;2-1 loss to Houston&lt;/a&gt;. The most important fact about this game is that Sidney Ponson pitched very well, but just well enough to lose, unfortunately. The regulars had the day off, although Barry Bonds pinch hit and struck out against Billy Wagner. Off day today, then four more of these bleh games against the Dodgers until the PLAYOFFS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106450160541129144?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450160541129144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450160541129144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106450160541129144' title='Giants fan diary'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106450129920864260</id><published>2003-09-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T07:48:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New administration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://westwing.bewarne.com/"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/a&gt; started up again last night, with a whole new creative team. It's still good, but different, more dramatic, more &lt;i&gt;melo&lt;/i&gt;dramatic, less nerdy. I myself, being a nerd, don't like it as much so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106450129920864260?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450129920864260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106450129920864260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106450129920864260' title='New administration'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106441366172909367</id><published>2003-09-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T07:27:41.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>You can listen to &lt;a href="http://www.paulharvey.com/"&gt;Paul Harvey&lt;/a&gt; whenever you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106441366172909367?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106441366172909367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106441366172909367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441366172909367' title='Good day!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106441322808597354</id><published>2003-09-24T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T07:22:28.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten-Run Field</title><content type='html'>The Giants &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/news/archive/2003/09/23/sports2253EDT0490.DTL"&gt;kicked Astros&lt;/a&gt; 10-3 last night, scoring all 10 runs in the second inning thanks to some timely hitting, lousy pitching, shaky defense, and those wacky &lt;a href="http://www.ballparksofbaseball.com/nl/MinuteMaidPark.htm"&gt;Crawford Boxes&lt;/a&gt;. Jason Schmidt and the bullpen pitched well for the G's. 

Over in Oakland, the A's did exactly what the &lt;a href="http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_thisisnotyour_archive.html#106389318387762260"&gt;Giants did&lt;/a&gt; last Wednesday: won their game, then &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2003/09/24/SPGTK1T80E1.DTL"&gt;waited&lt;/a&gt; for good news from Southern California before clinching the division title. Eerily similar, except, why were there only 23,000 people in Oakland for this game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106441322808597354?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106441322808597354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106441322808597354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441322808597354' title='Ten-Run Field'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106433581078346374</id><published>2003-09-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T09:50:11.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil, Neil, Neal</title><content type='html'>Three of my favorites, &lt;a href="http://www.neilyoung.com/greendale.html"&gt;Neil Young&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1401200893/103-8493972-3723833?v=glance"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://baroquecycle.com/flash.htm"&gt;Neal Stephenson&lt;/a&gt;, all releasing new work at about the same time. Coincidence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106433581078346374?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433581078346374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433581078346374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433581078346374' title='Neil, Neil, Neal'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106433539626690497</id><published>2003-09-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:28:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's up with Barry</title><content type='html'>...Bonds, that is. He looked mortal last night in taking an 0-fer, grounding into a double play with the bases loaded and breaking a 58-game on-base streak. In the past, a visit from his dad would fix him right up. Now, I dunno.

In other Giants news, Pedro Feliz and Ray Durham unloaded 9th-inning homers on practically untouchable Houston closer Billy Wagner as the G's topped the Astros 6-3. Playoffs, please start soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106433539626690497?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433539626690497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433539626690497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433539626690497' title='Something&apos;s up with Barry'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106433518366179791</id><published>2003-09-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T09:40:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cooler day around the bay</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here enjoying a lovely cool breeze wafting the scent of Gilroy garlic in through my window. Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106433518366179791?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433518366179791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106433518366179791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433518366179791' title='A cooler day around the bay'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106424613930229853</id><published>2003-09-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T08:57:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of the regular season</title><content type='html'>The Giants took two of three from the Dodgies at their place over the weekend, dropping Sunday's game in which they had a 5-2 lead and started only one regular. Kevin Correia gave up 3 straight home runs in the game's notable meltdown.

We listened to much of this game on the Dodgers station. The Dodgers broadcast, led by Vin Scully, is unique and highly stylized. All Dodgers broadcasters must say the team nickname the same way, the Vin way, roughly "Dodyers" (very light on the "g"), and with a lilt in the first syllable. Vin tells little anecdotes about each player, and his ad libs are precious and sometimes brilliant. Here's what we learned:
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Andres Galarraga was once known as "El Gordito".&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nobody calls Eric "E.Y." Young by his given name, except his mother, when she's mad.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Pedro Feliz went to spring training two years ago and got his wisdom teeth pulled, "so he wasn't eating any steak".&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Neifi Perez's brothers and sisters are physicians, but of course, "you think any of them is making $4 million a year, like Neifi?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
And when Todd Linden homered with two men on, Vin ad-libbed: "If I remember my German, 'Linden' means 'tree', and Todd Linden just hit a 'tree-run homer'". 

Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106424613930229853?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106424613930229853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106424613930229853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106424613930229853' title='Last week of the regular season'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397975597728517</id><published>2003-09-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:56:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dost thee want an iPod?</title><content type='html'>Maybe you haven't heard about the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/TECH/ptech/09/18/amish.tech.ap/index.html"&gt;Silicon Valley-Amish connection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397975597728517?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397975597728517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397975597728517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397975597728517' title='Dost thee want an iPod?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397959581372534</id><published>2003-09-19T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:53:16.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational and incredible</title><content type='html'>Neil Parry is a football player for San Jose State who suffered a horrific injury 3 years ago that led to the amputation of part of his leg. Yesterday he &lt;a href="http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/6809443.htm"&gt;played in a major college football game&lt;/a&gt; for the first time since that happened. Way to go, Neil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397959581372534?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397959581372534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397959581372534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397959581372534' title='Inspirational and incredible'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397933719646193</id><published>2003-09-19T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:48:56.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut your mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/140183_beesting18.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the story of a man who was singing along with the radio while driving, got a bee in his mouth, and crashed his car. The lesson here is obvious: it's unhealthy to eat while you drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397933719646193?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397933719646193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397933719646193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397933719646193' title='Shut your mouth'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397914405165302</id><published>2003-09-19T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:45:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung over</title><content type='html'>The Giants played the first of nearly two weeks of sorta-meaningless games yesterday, &lt;a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2003/09/19/SPGI01PNSC1.DTL"&gt;losing 7-3&lt;/a&gt; to San Diego. Sidney Ponson had another mediocre-bad game. He seemed unmotivated, and he had a lot of second-stringers behind him. I hope he knows how to turn it on for the playoffs.

Playoff tickets go on sale this morning at 10:00. It's reload city -- wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397914405165302?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397914405165302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397914405165302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397914405165302' title='Hung over'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397889346220848</id><published>2003-09-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:41:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not letting it be</title><content type='html'>There's going to be &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/News/Items/0,1,12526,00.html"&gt;a new version of Let it Be&lt;/a&gt; by The Beatles. This one will be stripped of the Phil Spector production and will reveal "the noise we made in the studio", according to Paul McCartney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397889346220848?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397889346220848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397889346220848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397889346220848' title='Not letting it be'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106397870308503819</id><published>2003-09-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T06:38:22.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball in a hurricane</title><content type='html'>Do you think baseball games are stopped when the weather gets bad? &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/columns/story?columnist=stark_jayson&amp;id=1618842"&gt;Not always.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106397870308503819?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397870308503819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106397870308503819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106397870308503819' title='Baseball in a hurricane'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106389318387762260</id><published>2003-09-18T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T07:01:07.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foregone conclusion is concluded</title><content type='html'>On a lovely San Francisco night, everything went as planned and the good guys &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2003/09/18/SPGBJ1PCKM1.DTL"&gt;won the National League Western Division&lt;/a&gt;.

The weather was supposed to be chilly, but it was in the 70s with no wind all night. We managed to get terrific seats halfway up the view level right behind home plate. As we found our seats, we took in the fabulous view of China Basin, the bay beyond, and the sunlight glinting gold off the windows and buildings of the East Bay. Giants ace Jason Schmidt started without his usual fastball and was hammered, batting-practice-like, for 3 runs in the first two innings. He suddenly found his stride in the 3rd and became Jason Schmidt, while Andres Galarraga woke up the rest of the team and the crowd with a 2-run homer. When Marquis Grissom's 2-run shot in the gave the Giants the lead, there was no looking back. Meanwhile, the Dodgers' bats were sleeping in LA, as Arizona held onto a 2-0 lead.

As the Giants wrapped up their 8-3 win, the Dodgers were just coming to bat in the last of the 9th. The usual big Pac Bell crowd and the Giants put celebration on hold as the video screen came to life with the Dodger broadcast, complete with the venerable &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/people/bc/1999/10/12/scully/"&gt;Vin Scully&lt;/a&gt; calling the action. In an increasingly fabulous and surreal scene, we saw the Dodgies go down meekly, as Vin announced that we were watching "in San Diego". (OK, Vin is awsome: when 85 years old you are, broadcast this well, you will not!)

Then, with 2 outs, the Dodger broadcast put up a shot of the crowd in San Francisco. So, we were at the ballpark in SF, watching the Dodgers game from LA, which showed us in SF watching ourselves watching the Dodgers. Only the Dodgers' lack of offense prevented an infinite loop from trapping the ballpark forever.

When the Dodgers finished losing, our place went nuts. Fireworks shot from the scoreboard, players started jumping around and doing the champagne bath thing, and the fans hollered and slapped hands. The train home was a festive blast. Praise Peter Magowan, the Giants now have a couple of weeks to get everything just right for the Division Series. Playoffs, yippee! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106389318387762260?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106389318387762260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106389318387762260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106389318387762260' title='Foregone conclusion is concluded'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106389187285791221</id><published>2003-09-18T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T06:31:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big storm</title><content type='html'>Hurricane Isabel &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/WEATHER/09/18/hurricane.isabel/index.html"&gt;comes ashore&lt;/a&gt;. Good luck to you if you're dealing with that. I wonder what would happen if we could predict earthquakes a few days ahead of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106389187285791221?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106389187285791221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106389187285791221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106389187285791221' title='Big storm'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106380709062331197</id><published>2003-09-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:58:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cleaner, smoother win</title><content type='html'>The Giants looked a bit better in smacking the Padres 4-1 last night. They managed a single run on a bases-loaded-none-out in the first, two more on a 2-out rally in the fourth featuring hits by Cruz, Durham, and Grissom, and the last on another Barry Bonds homer, his 656th.

Jerome Williams pitched himself into the playoff rotation, allowing just four hits and one run, a Khalil Greene homer in the 7th (and how cool is it to have a shortstop named Khalil?).

The magic number is now 2. I'll be there tonight. Go D-Backs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106380709062331197?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106380709062331197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106380709062331197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380709062331197' title='A cleaner, smoother win'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106380587859701208</id><published>2003-09-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T06:37:58.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not nice...</title><content type='html'>...but &lt;a href="http://www.zug.com/pranks/riaa/"&gt;really funny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106380587859701208?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106380587859701208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106380587859701208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106380587859701208' title='Not nice...'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106372108034096474</id><published>2003-09-16T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T07:07:48.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't complain, but sometimes I still do</title><content type='html'>The Giants slogged through another mess of a win last night, 8-7 over San Diego. Sketchy pitching, sloppy defense, and a lack of clutch hitting led to a 7-5 deficit in the 8th inning, when some even crappier play by the Padres helped the Giants to a 3-run rally. The "highlights" included Gary Matthews Jr. forgetting how many outs there were, and the go-ahead run scoring on a wild pitch. Two earlier Giants runs scored on a bungled sac bunt. Still, it's the Giants at Pacific Bell Park, so they found a way to win. And good things happened: Bonds homered (#655), Rueter pitched well, Worrell got the save, Snow homered and reached base 5 times. 

Clinching the division (magic number is now 4) can't come soon enough. The team itself seems sluggish and impatient, and I feel that way, too. This September is turning into a long month for Giants fans. I only hope October is long, too!

This must be what it feels like to be a Braves fan. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106372108034096474?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106372108034096474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106372108034096474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106372108034096474' title='I can&apos;t complain, but sometimes I still do'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106372044356184177</id><published>2003-09-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T06:57:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel 1602 by Neil Gaiman</title><content type='html'>Last night I read the first two issues of this new 8-issue Neil Gaiman mini-series. This comic revives the old concept of reconstructing the Marvel Universe in a different time, but instead of 2099, the year is 1602, a very Gaiman-esque choice.

Don't expect Sandman when you read Marvel 1602 -- this is much lighter-weight stuff, and a very pleasant read. The plot is coming together nicely, and most of the fun so far has been in recognizing Marvel folks in slightly unfamiliar guises. It's usually not hard: Carlos Javier is a guy with a school for talented youngsters, Sir Nicholas Fury is the queen's intelligence agent, his assistant Peter Parquah is fascinated by spiders, and so on. Matthew Murdoch, Dr. Stephen Strange, and plenty of others are in there too.

But there are some twists and mysteries: why is Master John Grey so effeminate? Why is Virginia Dare on her way from the colonies? Who is the Grand Inquisitor? Gaiman has fun fitting his new Marvel Universe in with historical fact and speculation.

Oh, and the Andy Kubert art is lovely to look at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106372044356184177?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106372044356184177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106372044356184177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106372044356184177' title='Marvel 1602 by Neil Gaiman'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106363471868468601</id><published>2003-09-15T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T07:08:40.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Giants fan</title><content type='html'>The Giants won another slightly odd game against the hapless Brewers yesterday. Starter Kevin Correia couldn't find his control and was yanked in the 3rd inning after a walk-and-hit-batsmen fest. The game plodded to a 3-3 tie in the 8th when Barry Bonds was ejected for arguing balls and strikes &lt;i&gt;from the dugout&lt;/i&gt;, at which point he charged out and went cap-to-cap with the home plate umpire. Because Bonds was already out of the game, it didn't really matter, but, weird.

Things looked grim when the Brews took the lead in the 9th, but the Giants tied it with 2 outs in the bottom of the inning on a triple by Pedro Feliz that was almost a game-winning homer. Then, in the 11th, rookie Todd Linden won the game with a timely base hit. Magic number: 5!

Andres Galarraga is &lt;a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/sf/news/sf_news.jsp?ymd=20030914&amp;content_id=527367&amp;vkey=news_sf&amp;fext=.jsp&amp;c_id=sfn"&gt;a little pouty&lt;/a&gt; because he was removed for a pinch-hitter. I predict he'll get over it.

In other baseball news, Tony Larussa is &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=1615873"&gt;getting cranky&lt;/a&gt; as the Cardinals drop out of sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106363471868468601?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106363471868468601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106363471868468601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106363471868468601' title='Diary of a Giants fan'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106363368626231389</id><published>2003-09-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T06:49:31.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiny whine</title><content type='html'>I've had a PowerBook G4 for about six months now, ever since I &lt;a href="http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_thisisnotyour_archive.html#90403754"&gt;switched back&lt;/a&gt; from Windows. The fan basically runs all the time the computer is awake. In my quiet office, the sound is annoying. After some Googling research, and asking some friends, this seems to be normal and expected behavior. Yuck.

Apple has always been bipolar about quiet computers. I've had computers from Apple that were dead silent (yay) and I've had and heard others than scream, such as the famous "wind tunnel" G4s. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106363368626231389?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106363368626231389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106363368626231389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106363368626231389' title='Whiny whine'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106337398620329220</id><published>2003-09-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T06:51:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hot</title><content type='html'>How &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/local/USCA0993?x=0&amp;lswe=san+jose&amp;lswa=WeatherLocalUndeclared&amp;whatprefs=&amp;y=0"&gt;hot&lt;/a&gt; is it? According to &lt;a href="http://www.kfog.com"&gt;KFOG radio&lt;/a&gt;, it's so hot, the Goths on Haight Street are spontaneously combusting.

More "it's so hot" jokes &lt;a href="http://phoenix.about.com/library/weekly/aa061801a.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. These are supposed to be about Arizona. They know from heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106337398620329220?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106337398620329220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106337398620329220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106337398620329220' title='It&apos;s hot'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106328849848035630</id><published>2003-09-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T07:04:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I remember</title><content type='html'>The first news I heard was after the first crash but before the second one. I was mad at the radio news guy for sensationalizing when he speculated that it was probably a terrorist attack.

The first reports I heard said a small plane had crashed into the tower. Of course, it was a jumbo jet. I wonder if this mistake was because the towers were so large that they made a big plane look small, or that people couldn't comprehend what had actually happened.

When I saw the towers burning on TV, I thought "man, it's going to be a lot of work to fix those." I never imagined they would fall. Who did?

I watched the first tower fall on TV and heard a reporter describe it, but it didn't penetrate into my brain until several minutes later.

In the days following, I expected everybody to be more open and friendly, like they were after the big earthquake in 1989. But I was disappointed when most people I saw in public avoided making eye contact.

An all-sports radio station ran talk shows 24/7 for several days, and the hosts were remarkably intelligent and comforting.

I imagined a scenario in which, if another big attack took place within a few days, when we were still raw, public order in our country would collapse.

There was a big benefit concert that was on every channel a few days later -- even many cable channels, like HBO. The atmosphere was eerie, with no audience, no narration, no subtitled credits. The concert was at a secret location. I wondered if everything was going to be like that from then on.

There were no commercials on radio or TV for many days.

It was very exciting when, a couple of days later, planes returned to the skies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106328849848035630?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106328849848035630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106328849848035630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106328849848035630' title='What I remember'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106328672968857275</id><published>2003-09-11T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T06:26:17.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/10/01</title><content type='html'>Today I'm remembering 9/10/01, a great day. I was visiting my mother on the eve of her knee replacement surgery. We had a wonderful time driving all over town, joyriding and visiting old haunts, having a couple of good meals. We finished the day by watching the first Monday night football game of the season and going to sleep early so I could get her to the hospital for her surgery the next morning. 

Her doctors had tremendous powers of concentration, and the surgery was a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106328672968857275?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106328672968857275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106328672968857275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106328672968857275' title='9/10/01'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5019363.post-106320222110451135</id><published>2003-09-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T06:57:00.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elite Computers -- mystery solved</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of Wolf, &lt;a href=http://www.grotto11.com/blog/?+1062836199&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5019363-106320222110451135?l=thisisnotyour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106320222110451135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5019363/posts/default/106320222110451135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisnotyour.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320222110451135' title='Elite Computers -- mystery solved'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09937003287503362335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8X-chKG9Ec/TZeP4ovUR8I/AAAAAAAADg8/ReebyLTtDK4/s220/sknaster.png'/></author></entry></feed>
