Phillies FTW!

Philadelphia Phillies. World Series champions. Get some.

Jeremy, call Pep Pep

So it got a little rowdy in State College following Penn State's road win over Ohio State Saturday. These things must be like mob wars in The Godfather — they have to happen every 10 years or so.

Jeremy was in SC for the night while on the way to Chicago for beer school, and called me from the scene. He said he was going to shoot some photos and send them to me, and that was the last I heard from him. Never got any photos.

So if you see some tattooed arms sticking out from the bottom of a bush along Beaver Ave., it might be Myers. Poke him with a stick or something.

Blanton is hero

Six innings and a home run? That's how Babe Ruth did it, and that's how Joe Blanton does it.

Not the opinions of Anheuser-Busch

This is just awesome.

Incidentally, even if you don't think an Obama win will usher in change, at least it will piss off racists. That might be one of the best reasons to vote Obama, actually, and I'm wondering where those TV spots are from his camp. Come on, ad people.

Via.

Let us pause a moment to put our weight on it

Rudy Ray Moore died last week, reminding me I need to check out his movies, of which I've seen far too little. It also reminded me of a college years tale from Mark about Dyer hanging with Rudy after a standup performance, or eating dinner with him. Something that at the time sounded quite bold. Seems an appropriate time to get more details on that one.

I'm not attending services, but I fully expect this jam to be playing there. Note: It should be playing at mine too.

Pork chop sandwiches!

I will be playing some fantasy basketball for the first time, joining a league with some work dudes. And while I don't know what my roster will look like, my team name is strong. For it shall be ... the Pork Chop Sandwiches.

World Series baby

Double-fisting appropriate. Phillies, World Series, hell yes.

On McCain's thirst for dog blood ...

To bypass the lame jokes, skip to 1:15. Forte rules.

Orange On the Aisle: Transformers

Man, this movie was bad. Even a 15-minute nap around halfway through couldn't help.

I'd been putting off Transformers for a while, figuring I'd catch it eventually. I finally had nothing else to do and took the plunge, and realized why my subconscious had been making me put it off. It knew.

Problems were many in this one, but most annoying, I guess, was that the titular characters were barely in the movie. This is probably because they were not interesting, or even cool looking/functioning, in the least. Also, next to nothing was explained. Probably because things explained were preposterous, so maybe they stopped trying early in the process.

To break it down, this thing was about 65 percent boring, 20 percent just bad, 8 percent really annoying if you were taking it seriously at all, 5 percent "OK I laughed at that joke," and 2 percent hot, blonde Australian super-smart hacker chick (because that happens).

If you like your Transformers movies good, I recommend the original, which I actually took in at the theater back in the day. Or if you like your robot drama mixed with non-LaBeouf humor, this.

Hey, I get to use the "titular" label again. And not even because of Megan Fox (let's see if that drives any traffic. Nah.).

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