I've been watching a lot of baseball lately. You probably know this. The problem with watching a lot of anything is that you end up watching a lot of commercials. The same ones, over and over again. Commercials that are irritating the first time grow exponentially irritating with each viewing. Like the Giant Umbrella commercial. I hate it. Such a misguided attempt at whimzy and wonderment. Then there's that ad for some new fancy tv, where the guy is like, "You don't have to be an astrophysicist to understand this fancy tv, but I am an astrophysicist so gaze upon my giant face." You know the one I'm talking about? With this guy?
Whatever. Go Rays.
Saturday I went to a fundraiser for Obama, featuring all you can eat sushi and all you take stickers.
Just kidding, it was one sticker per person, strictly enforced. This guy Rob, a fairly pivotal figure in my history, is a big time sushi guy. He's been rolling rice for years.
From Rob according to his ability, to me according to my needs.
Doesn't this look good? It's like fresh ripe fruit. Fresh ripe fruit made out of a tuna.
The great thing about having a blog is that you can post overly flattering pictures of yourself to make the world think you're cool. Like this one of me eating a brownie.
After the brownie I washed my hands in the BATHROOM OF INFINITY!
Snow (snow!) had just started to fall as I was leaving. I captured some in the headlights of my white Lincoln Towncar.
What? I drive a white Lincoln Towncar now.