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Also, bounty, bah-hahahaha,
I gotta get one of those bed covers!

I found this from The Atlantic. It’s concerning the physiological limitations of the human body and the demands for ever more speed in major league baseball:

Arms Are Flying Off Their Hinges...

Hey, I read Marley and Me a while back. Enjoyed it. At the time we had a dog named Molly, so for me the book was Molly and Me.

Gotta say, I totally enjoyed The Hunter. It’s a who-done-it, but it’s...

Agreed. I caught a little of the Paris - Roubaix this morning.

I could stand to learn a little more Japanese. I’ve going there recently. I only know a handful of words, but I use all of them with every local I meet:

Hai - uh-huh
Eeie - uh-uh
Konichiwa -...

Ya know, I think that’s a valid defense for murder in some states:

Judge — Why’d you do it?
Defendant — He killed my dog, your honor.
Judge — You’re free to go, sir.

I’m aware that there are...

Domo arigato.

Yeech! Brutal.
Collarbones and ribs snapping like twigs in Basque Country.
Meanwhile in L.A. a young pitching/batting phenom looses 4.5 mil in a some sort of fishy gambling/translator type thing.

***SPOILER ALERT***

The psycho killer, the bone collector, I more-or-less figured out. He was playing the cops with a specific target in mind — Rhyme. In a parallel story, there's actionable intel...

Gotta be a beast to ride in those conditions (and on those cobbles).

You know, come to think of it, I don’t think anybody has ever eaten Cracker Jacks at a Mariners game. At T-Mobile park it’s all...

I came across this simile in the book I’m currently reading, The Hunter by Tana French. I thought it was artful.

Trey (Teresa) is a boyish girl about 15 years old, poor, and somewhat feral. She...

Baseball is back. Woo-Hoo…

So buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don’t care if I never get back

I enjoyed The Bone Collector. Thanks for the rec. I particularly liked the science-y stuff. The twist/hook at the end seemed highly improbable, but I’ll have to read the next one to see if starts to...

Currently reading The Hunter, by Tana French.

I’ve read all her books, starting with In The Woods. Most of them are detective novels set in Dublin, but in the last couple she’s moved to rural,...

Haha!
Oh man, I needed that.

Good one, Danik. I like hearing that sort of thing from another language/culture. It sounds similar to what we do when we “whitewash” something. We’ll take an event that is not necessarily nefarious,...

Ouch!
That'll leave a mark.

Well, I enjoyed the Deaver book, The Bone Collector. I liked the science. Also he did a nice job building the characters. Here's a science-y metaphor he used to describe Amelia Sachs' driving stye...

Holy-Moly, I never knew what GORP stood for. I oughtta start a Great Acronym Thread.

Also, are you effing kidding me!? Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups didn’t make the cut!? Blasphemy.

Yes, well, so...

If ya dig around there might be some raisins left.

Haha!

If the game of golf is a metaphor for life, then my name must be Mulligan.

Speaking of metaphors for life, I think Danik’s earlier posting of the Que Será Será song fits well. I mean we...

Nice. I think I like that version better. Music has got to be the most collaborative of any art form. I’m thinking of people getting together with their instruments and putting something together,...

He’s a bit of a lug nut, but he’s our lug nut. Sergeant George Washington Hayduke, former Green Beret, has recently returned for Vietnam and is looking for his purpose in life when he falls in with a...

Oh man! That tune was hugely popular back in the day. It was a little before my time, but I can remember my mother singing along with it when it came on the radio. Her repertoire was that one, a few...

Already I’m straying from the script. This one is a form not a device. It’s from the book I just finished, Twilight Territory by Andrew X. Pham:



This haiku was written by one of the main...