I got my contributor copy of Mimesis this morning. Very nice.
It’s funny how I react to my own work when it’s in hard copy. It’s different, somehow, when it’s on a page. Solider. Thicker. It has a chunkiness to it.
I think I associate paper with reality. Books are real writing. Computer screens aren’t.
Yet I prefer online publishing. Go figger.
I need to come up with a way of organizing the 1000 lines of blank verse. But in the meantime, at least I have a button!
Unfortunately, the button is designed for the sidebar, so it’s a little invisible over here.
AL defenses keep doing an aggressive shift on Travis Hafner. In Tampa, they went so far as to have the third baseman to the right of second while the second baseman played in the outfield.
In any case, David Dellucci on first. Two out. Bottom of the 11th. Hafner up. Two strikes. The pitch was terrible, way low and outside, and Pronk was completely off-balance, leaning and reaching out to cue it down the left field line–where there was nobody. It skittered into the outfield.
At some point the camera switched to Dellucci and you could tell he was going to try it. The defense was scrambling, the announcers screaming. Joel Skinner at third started windmilling his arm. Run. Run. Run. And Dellucci scored from first.
I don’t know when I’ve laughed harder at the end of a game. There’s no doubt he meant to do it. There was a big, dopey grin on many faces.
Generally, of course, a team would be happy to force Hafner to get a hit that way. He’s got no speed, so it limits him to a single. But with the game on the line, with two out and the runners moving, there just has to be a better way. Not that I know what it is.
The Cleveland Indians protested the game from Saturday versus the Baltimore Orioles. The Orioles should have had a 3-2 lead at the end of an inning, but the umpire made an error so the inning ended 2-2. A couple of innings later, the umpires realized they had goofed and tacked the run on. Much hullabaloo ensued. The Indians played the rest of the game under protest.
Today, we find that they lost their case.
I thought they had a 10% chance of winning, so it’s only a tiny disappointment. I kinda wanted it overturned so that I could say that I had seen a protest upheld.
What a freaky season.
Nic Sebastian is certifiable.
If I follow Nic Sebastian, who is certifiable, what does that say about me?
No need to answer. I know what it means.
It means that I’m going to try to write 1000 lines of blank verse. No time limit, but before I die. (Er, which I guess is a time limit, innit?)
I’m up to line 32.
My god.
… I just got my first popped blisters on my first documented case of poison ivy.
Ow.
… I just got my first confirmed case of poison ivy.
Just FYI: It kinda sucks.
… reminded me of Nick Barkley driving the buckboard filled with nitroglycerin, would you understand what I meant?