I think the worst of the steroid hell is over.

( What a relief... )

I also want to get in on the meme that horsecrazylizarecently posted. Of course, it's so absurdly easy that it's a shame I didn't get to it earlier, but at any rate, here is my current desktop. Sometime soon I'll probably switch to some scenery, but you know what? I love looking at my baseball boyfriends. They are teh pretty.



The only other thing I've got going on atm is that I'm currently reading something amazing -- my paperjournal from the summer of 1988.  I moved from New York to North Carolina, then spent two months driving back and forth between "down here" and "up there" living a wonderfully chaotic mix of partying, visiting, music, and general good times, and I chronicled the entire trip.  So far it's been more than a little bit interesting.  Selected excerpts forthcoming, no doubt.

Off to the back room to work on the mess...and Happy Halloween to all of you.

Yeppers, it's that time again. I'm in the mood to share music with y'all, whether you like it or not.

( WARNING: INAPPROPRIATE WORD IN VIDEO TITLE! )

Other than that? I have of course been keeping a keen eye on all the doings at Spring Training. The more media I read or watch, the more excited I get about the upcoming season. I think in particular our pitching staff is absolutely gonna ROCK, and that can only be a good thing!

Tonight is projected to be our coldest night so far this season. Last I checked it was 20 degrees and heading down, thanks in part to the clear skies that followed this morning's snow. This time of year my thoughts often turn to an old friend, one stellar rather than human...the constellation Orion.

( It all started because... )

Toddling from the guest bedroom into the living room at my great aunt's house because I was scared by a thunderstorm.  I have a clear memory of coming into that bright room where the grownups were.  Years later, I was on a family trip to see that same great aunt, and before we got there I described my memory to my mother, including the way the house was laid out.  She was astonished at how accurately I remembered the house, and told me that the only other time I had ever been there was when I was 1-1/2 years old...so that must have been how old I was on the night of the thunderstorm.