Lasto Milledge :clap-clap clap-clap-clap:
Lastings got the call today. Going to Shea to play RF tonight! Full story is of course over at NYFS (nyfuturestars.com). I jump up and down with glee for Lasto and hope he kicks some serious butt. I love when guys you watch really work for something achieve it. That kid took a lot of just wrong negative BS press and has just risen above it by playing hard and being silent and unassailable. I admire the heck out of that kid.

The outcome of a long weekend?

A lesson learned from Morpheus: Sometimes, finding "The One" is a function of believing in their existence AND continuing to search, with that faith in your heart...even if maybe The One, doesn't even believe that that's who they are....or even if the Oracle tells them they are not The One.

If YOU believe they are The One, that may well be enough. :)

At least enough to buy you some time to show them that maybe they are in fact The One.

From The Movie "Creator":

Peter O'Toole as Dr. Wolper, an eccentric university professor, trying to clone his dead wife. O'Toole lurches perilously through a chemistry laboratory, bludgeoning everyone around him with his lethal charm. O'Toole plays a Nobel Prize-winning scientist who lives in the grip of an overwhelming obsession. He believes that he will someday learn how to clone the genes of his wife, Lucy, who died 30 years ago. O'Toole steals equipment, funds and laboratory assistants from his university, although not without the bitter opposition of his lifelong enemy, Prof. Kuhlenbeck (David Ogden Stiers). Soon after the movie opens, O'Toole gathers two new recruits to his side: a young lab assistant Boris (Vincent Spano) and a nutty undergraduate (Mariel Hemingway) who has a giant crush on O'Toole. Boris pursues the lovely Barbara (Virginia Madsen) with somewhat greater alacrity than his degree. The following conversation develops between Boris and Dr. Wolper after he starts to get to know Barbara:


Boris: How did you know when you were in love?

Dr. Wolper: The Love Formula. Add up the number of times that you think about the lady each day. Subtract from the total the number of times you think about yourself each day. If the remainder is more lady, and less yourself, then it's love.

Boris: Oh, I've been thinking about Barbara a lot lately.

Dr. Wolper: What's so very neat about this particular formula, is that "a lot" plugs into it beautifully. Boris, would you and the subject of your computations care to join me at the beach house for the weekend?


At Dorkfest2006, this movie was a featured attraction. That's what they get for naming me head dork for the third year in a row. :)

My Dad used to say, "If only I had the capacity to be an asshole, we would be a lot wealthier."

Today, with only minor douchebaggery, and nothing outside the friendly confines of what would be the job description of a sportswriter, I could have catapaulted my little baseball site into National prominence. I never even considered it because it would have come at the expense of several people I know to be decent people. For just being stupid kids, or being nice to stupid kids.

I know someone else will employ the basic neccessity level of douchebaggery and cause these hardships for these people someday anyway. Maybe different ones...but it will happen. It's only a matter of time. And my doing it now would not really change anything except maybe who profited by it and who was hurt.

But I just can't. I can't possibly feel good about, let alone pursue actively, success at the expense of others. I won't employ douchebaggery to hurt others in order to "reach my financial potential".

We live in a world were the mindset is so disturbingly like that of Dr. Evil. How can people possibly live a life where they value their own financial gain more than they have concern for the effects of their actions on others?