Can you point me to the Pete Rose exhibit, please?

I know what you're thinking. You're wondering just what does one have to do in order to qualify to be eligible to be voted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame. Wonder no more, sparky.

1. A baseball player must have been active as a player in the Major Leagues at some time during a period beginning twenty (20) years before and ending five (5) years prior to election.
2. Player must have played in each of ten (10) Major League championship seasons, some part of which must have been within the period described in 3 (A).
Player shall have ceased to be an active player in the Major Leagues at least five (5) calendar years preceding the election but may be otherwise connected with baseball.
3. In case of the death of an active player or a player who has been retired for less than five (5) full years, a candidate who is otherwise eligible shall be eligible in the next regular election held at least six (6) months after the date of death or after the end of the five (5) year period, whichever occurs first.
4. Any player on Baseball's ineligible list shall not be an eligible candidate.

Fried what?

Recently I went to the Penguin with a couple of friends and they ordered a batch of fried pickles. I'd never even heard of fried pickles until I went to the Penguin for the first time a few years ago. Are they good? Sure, but I've usually had enough after about two pieces.

Holiday Openings

I heard that Wal-Mart is not only going to be open on Thanksgiving but they are also auctioning off Chinese babies all day long. That should be an exciting time. I recommend bringing in your children so that they can see just how fortunate they are, the ungrateful little punks.

Gimme back my uterus*

Ok, not mine, of course. I can call no one's uterus mine. But it looks like they's starting to belong to George Bush.

The parrot says, "Culture of life, bwaaaak, culture of life."

*Sung to the tune of "Gimme back my bullets" by Lynryd Skynryd.

A little fall color

Charlotte isn't New England but we do have some trees around here that get nice and pretty in the fall. This picture ain't nothing special but it has fall color in it, so there.

I love statistics

I found a site that lists the biggest box office hits of all time with the money adjust for inflation. It's pretty cool. You can view it here.

New words for new birds

How do you think George Bush will handle this problem. I reckon he'll probably recommend that them "foreigners up north oughta just start speaking English like everybody else of worth in the world."

Screw George Bush (this comment should not be taken as a threat toward the physical well being of the president and does not require any investigation by any of our police or intelligence services. Screw George Bush).

From an article on the morality of war by Garry Wills: "Even William Fulbright endorsed Lyndon Johnson's lies when he voted for the Tonkin Gulf Resolution. Only Senators Wayne Morse and Ernest Gruening were courageous enough to defy the President and vote against it. You would think that this experience would make senators way of george W. Bush - but, no, John Kerry and Hillary Clinton voted to him authority to make war in Iraq." (The New York Review of Books, 11/18/04).

If a goodly number of our senators had the balls of their own convictions that damn George Bush would have been voted out of office.

God bless George Bush

I'm disgusted that I helped pay for some of this.

Sally Timms

Last night I went to the Evening Muse to see Sally Timms. She is touring in support of her new album called "In the World of Him." The opening act was a genuine American eccentric, Johnny Dowd. I recommend checking out some of the sound clips on Dowd's website. It's pretty cool stuff.

Dowd was entertaining and his band, that backed up both performers, was stellar. Sally was charming, funny and sang like an angel. It was the kind of show that reminds me why I still go out and see live music. I spent over an hour surrounded by the amazing voice of Sally Timms backed up by a crack band.

Here's a couple of pictures.

Poker Night

Saturday I went to Senior Engelbrecht's pad for a night of sexist guy talk with heavy ingesting of heart-attack-insuring food and poker playing. We laughed our asses off for about five hours. Being stupid males for a few hours is necessary to the continuing healthy existence of those males. A room full of gas and foul language is required for us to maintain a healthy hormonal balance. Give us some time to act like idiots and we'll be good and docile for a day or so. Of course there are extremes. A party animal and a cuckold aren't any good to anybody.

That preamble is just an excuse to show this little bit of amateur photoshopping.