Edgy MD

Any idea how many you're up to?

I'm just disappointed that two others here saw it. I was hoping this pain was mine and mine alone. Heavy hitters in the lineup like Bill Nighy and Phillip Seymour Hoffman. Then it's rounded out with solid role players like Rhys Ifans and Nick Frost. Coming off the bench are former All Stars like Kenneth Brannagh and Emma Thompson (in what must be the first film they share since their divorce, though they never share a scene), but stack it all up and what you get is a big brown floating lump of shit.

Edgy DC, somewhat insensible as he collapses into his hotel room, inadvertantly purchases Pirate Radio, wherein a bunch of 1960s rebel rowdies broadcast rock 'n' roll to British listeners from a boat anchored in the Northern Sea.

Fran Healy will tell you, that may be a small sample in the AFL, but it's got to help his confidence.

Well, Drew Barrymore, Inc. has ben getting the details wrong for a long time now.

It's been a long time since I actually got the idea that I could smell the funk coming off the lead actor in a film I was watching. And most of those past cases have been Nick Nolte films. A Boy Named Seo wrote: (don't be fooled, though, Jeff's "Houston, Texas" home in the movie is my aunt's office in Santa Fe). 'Splain.

No, not Big Boy. Part's on the wrong side. Here's who he looks like:

Yes, but we're betting on a win percentage. Don't matter the number of games.

I'd call it a draw.

Edgy DC wrote: Steve Rogers and myself have a $100 bet over the Mets' finish this season. I say they will be Seriously, I should have stopped here. I've got a pretty good chance of being right about this one.

above .500.

Steve Rogers and myself have a $100 bet over the Mets' finish this season. I say they will be

Yeah, good tone and stuff, but more plot holes than Blackburn Lancashire. They steal the whole revenge drama from Wrath of Khan, but this guy's bloodlust seems a lot sillier. If he's stumbled back in time, he can undo the disaster. Even if he's too bonkers to conclude that there's better things he can do with his time than hunt Spock, you'd think over a quarter of a century that enough members of his crew would have thought better and crept up on him from behind. I can accept Khan's crew following him into his madness. Why not? They've got nothing left. But this trenchcoat mafia dropout? No way. And how'd he get his hands on one of Khan's crawfish, anyhow? Anyway, the plot turning this into an altenative timeline from the original series? A brilliant stroke allowing them to bring back the characters, give them adventures, but liberate the producers from having to fret over reconciling with the details of the series. The notion that the core crew all managed to find their way onto the Enterprise anyhow in this alternative timeline, well, it's a stretch, but what do I know about parallel universes? Nuttin'. That's what.

Netflix has been begging me to watch that. No way. It's selling me too hard and I have my defenses up.

Of course he does. I think, when the rage dies down, we'll probably see that part of the thinking in going big in left, but not catcher, first, second, or right, is that the team is excited by the prospects that they have coming along at those positions, and they're looking to change on the fly over the next two years.

Holla Famer Tommy Lasorda, ladies and gentlemen.

Highlights from Joe Frazier's troops. Koosman wins 21. Matlack wins 17. Seaver wins only 14 despite pitching more innings with a lower ERA than either. (You read it here first. Tom Seaver did not know how to pitch to the score.) Mazzilli homers in second career plate appearance. Kingman breaks his own team homerun record. Country gentleman with good glove at third. Felix Millan plays 162 games, leads league in getting hit by pitches and in choking up. Seeming breakthroughs by Bruce Boisclair and John Stearns on the bench. Jerry Grote has his best hitting seaoson in eight years. Lockwood and Apodaca dazzle in the pen. Nino Espinosa --- is that an afro or is that an afro?! This game. Holy crap, do I believe! Unlikely to be shown: Offseason trade of the portly Staub for the portly Lolich being slowly but surely lost by the Mets. Nobody steals bases. Seaver so frustrated by his run support, he dreams of violence. All the while, Stengel and Payson are dead, the Mets are decapitated symbolically and perhaps in fact, but nobody quite knows it yet.

Netflix first. Slacker store second.

The last time Chris Rock went shopping for ideas to steal in Europe (and this movie is only kind of European), he came home with I Think i Love My Wife --- a bomb whose fallout is still raining down on his career.

Feet, baby. They can be beautiful thingies, too.

Her feet look like tootsie rolls.

Audrey Tatou is a kept woman who makes with a shmuck while she's drunk, thinking he's a richie. When she finds out he's a hotel waiter/barman/bellboy, she tries tossing him over, but he clings on.

Well Perez pitched at replcaement rate, so I've got no apologies for him. I guess some of those others were too close to replacment rate, but ERA+ isn't as accurate as OPS+ and I need to make adjustments there.

Fugit. Knock Wagner the hell out of there. He's artifically boosted by an arbitrary number. Two excelelnt innings are still TWO. Scheider becomes number two and Mixch number one.

I've got Pelfrey buried. I've got to double check ihim.