April 19th, 2006

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The Good Evening EP has a new review up - featuring audio! - courtesy of stacyinthecity. Thanks, Stacy!

I've reluctantly predicted the inevitable demise of the Yankees for the last 3 or 4 seasons, and they somehow always got it together enough to make the playoffs. This, then, is probably the year that it falls apart. Now, I don't want to get ahead of myself - after all, we're 2 weeks into the season and the Yankees have played a grand total of three (3) games at home, far less than anyone else in the league - but our pitching just sucks. Not only that, but Toronto looks absolutely ferocious and Boston is, well, Boston. I'm not giving up on the season, of course, but it's not looking good.

Al Leiter was broadcasting the game last night in the YES booth with Ken Singleton, and he wasn't that great, in my opinion. Had some good insight but he seemed really reluctant to open his mouth and improvise, and most of his comments were short and terse. Maybe it's nerves. I'll say this, though - he's a significant improvement over Michael Kay and Bobby Murcer. I'll also admit that I didn't watch the whole game, once it became clear that Unit had absolutely nothing (which was about 4 pitches into the 1st inning).
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I've been obessessed with Don Hertzfeldt for a while, so the news that a long-awaited DVD compilation will apparently be available for pre-order in May makes my heart sing. My new icon is from "Rejected", which is most likely the cartoon you've seen if you're in any way familiar with his work.

When I was a kid, before my parents got divorced, my dad was a cello teacher/conductor at the New England Music Camp in Maine, and so we'd all go up there for the summer. Those were amazing summers, and one of my favorite things about those summers are the nights when Dad would take me to the local art house theater to see the animation festivals. I have no idea how or why we were interested in animation, but we were, and we loved going to those. I still remember this one cartoon about the end of the world, and this one horrible-looking elderly couple were playing this game of Scrabble while the world was exploding around them, and the husband was frantically trying to create something out of his tiles, which turned out to be 7 Es (which is probably where the idea for Bad Scrabble Hands came from, now that I think about it), and I remember my dad and I laughing about that for around a week or so afterwards...

Dad, if you're reading this, I'm getting you this DVD. And a kick-ass bottle of single malt.