
If getting detoured through the back roads of New Jersey while listening to Can’s Ege Bamyasi on your morning commute is wrong, well, I guess I could have slept in another hour.

If getting detoured through the back roads of New Jersey while listening to Can’s Ege Bamyasi on your morning commute is wrong, well, I guess I could have slept in another hour.
A mystery to tax the wisdom of Solomon. Wawa’s removal of hash browns from their menu—and specifically the ability to put one inside a breakfast burrito—is just a bizarre decision. We can’t be the only ones who want this!
Bonus food whine added at 12:30: who’s the genius that decided National Cheesesteak Day should fall on a Friday during lent?!
Tick, tock. It’s almost baseball season, and it’s 2023, so I thought this morning that we might be coming up on the 30th anniversary of “Homer At The Bat.”
Nope! It actually came out 31 years ago and in February! Time is stupid!
At this blog, we’re going to take it for granted that Shohei Otani is cool as shit (and should be a Met by this time next year). The World Baseball Classic had a ton of highs, and I’m sad that it’s already over and excited for the next one. But the WBC is such a weird baseball event that even though I followed the tournament in gamer and YouTube clip form, I didn’t watch that many of the games themselves.
Part of it is that it happens in March, sure: I spent my sports-watching chits on the NCAA tournament over the weekend (though I seemed to have other things to do Saturday around noon). I’m not opposed to winter baseball, but the rhythm isn’t there yet.
(more…)I don’t care if it’s accurate. I feel vaguely dirty that Spotify has grouped some of my favorite artists and songs1and also Ariel Pink, unfortunately. from the Aughts as “indie sleaze.” At least it’s not emo.