surprise

Never thought I'd have an iphone. But I do, and it's cool. I got that Brushes app but haven't played around with it much yet; hopefully will post some the decent results here, in time.

Have to figure out what this year's holiday card will look like.... For the first time in years, am completely high and dry with no sense of what to do. Usually I have a few alternates from the year before percolating, but not this year, not yet.

great dane

I'm no Joe Dog Whisperer, but Scooby Doo is an monstrously large dog, even for a great dane, I think.

And I don't say that just because I was scared of dogs as a kid.

I mean, I'm no Michael Vick, but don't it make you wonder who'd win in a fight between Scoob and Marmaduke? Not that anyone would want to see it.

These are the kinds of observations that sound completely original and witty to me in this little corner of the internets, but which have probably been made about a million times at other places on the cyberhoohah. Or at least, I should hope, in Mad Magazine.

And we'll leave Clifford out of the equation entirely.

Finally

At least the 2009 season is over. I was watching up till the seventh inning stretch last night, but went to bed after I realized how disheartening it was to be watching a Joba Chamberlain v. Shane Victorino matchup. Those two hot dogs.

Some consolation in knowing lil' Vicky made the last out. I guess.

And another thing: just you wait till next year.

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In more positive news, a great Halloween weekend. Party in our building on Friday, a full day of scary stuff to do on Saturday, mostly in Prospect Park, with Boo at the Zoo and its Haunted Barn, and the Audobon Center. Then that evening, trick or treating and the parade in Park Slope. This ex-Ohia boy was impressed with the big city trick or treating. And my son, of course, had a blast.

Happy Halloween

Untitled, 2005, monotype with blue ink wash, 8x6in.

Solution?

I think I might be okay with the visiting team winning every game of the World Series, as the Phillies did last night, soundly spanking the Yanks in front of the poor home fans in the Bronx. That way, it's assured that for every game of the series there's a stadium full of miserable Yankee or Phillie fans.

Park Slope Haiku

Chill October rain
slicks brownstones in the twilight
Spongebob glows inside.

The Haunted Baseball Season

That never ends.

I know it's completely and utterly irrational to think that the entire 2009 season has been designed and inflicted by the Baseball Gods as one long, excruciating, festering and gaping maw of an open wound in the soul of every New York Metropolitans fan, but COME ON!!! The Yankees and the Phillies??? Two teams it's impossible for Met fans to root for??? And now it's dividing Met fans as passionately as any issue in this godforsaken season??? Shane Victorino or Derek Jeter??? The little league helmet vs. Captain Smirk??? Shoot me now, shoot me now.

So. Yes. I know it's completely and utterly irrational, but so is being a *&)%$#-ing Mets fan.

A *&%$#!@ pox on both yer #*%!!$ houses, ya @!#%-ing *%#$!s....