I must have been excited to be at work yesterday, as my zipper broke within two seconds of getting there. Well, maybe not two seconds, but shortly after a bathroom visit. Ugh! You know, when your zipper breaks, you don't have lots of options for a fix. Oh yeah, you can try and fix it. After a few minutes, that's futile.

Then you go to Plan B. Plan B consists of untucking your shirt, that's a given. Then you have to find a method of securing your pants. That should take place in the form of safety pins. But try and find someone who has them! At first I had to rig a binder clip that worked. Finally, someone found one safety pin. One! So, I had to use that.

It also means you can't run errands at lunch. And, BTW, keep your lap covered at the drive-thru (it's not a pick-up window on those days) and at the toll booth on the turnpike. So, I was glad when the day ended.

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If you wondered what Exene Cervenka is doing, here's your chance. Nothing really earth shattering, she's just busy.

This is kind of neat. Why are things certain colors? Like red for stop, green for dollars, etc. No reason can be found for those orange Cavs jerseys, however.

I've mentioned this old coot running for President, Mike Gravel. He is pretty entertaining to listen to and I'm sure he will get maybe a 1,000 votes. He also wants to legalize marijuana. OK, with that, maybe he'll get 10,000 votes. But pay attention to him, you never hear politicans speak like that. Here's more of his background.

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Gale and I were at the Tribe game this evening. It was kinda cold and this game threatened to become one of the longest games ever (4 hours and 17 minutes was bad enough). Wedgie, of course, overmanages by bringing Roberto Hernandez into the game in the sixth inning and the Blue Jays promptly tied it at 6. That matched John Gibbons, the Toronto manager, who used a pinch hitter and a pinch runner in the FIFTH inning. So, the baseball gods, for spite, made sure it went extra innings. The Indians won, 7-6, because Travis Hafner rolls one into left against his shift. Hah!

Had great seats behind home plate in 154. Where someone behind us asked one of the dumbest questions I've heard at a game. "Why is the fence in left field higher than the rest of the park?", Not sure if he was fishing for an answer such as "design flaw", but wow, that was dumb.

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