Rest in Peace, Rod Beck

I went to the computer yesterday to find out the score of the Cubs game, but was instead confronted with the headline “Ex-Cub reliever Rod Beck dead at 38“. This is a sad day. While he only made 102 appearances out of the bullpen for the Cubs, he left a lasting impression on me. He was the kind of guy that I, and the vast majority of the Wrigley faithful, wanted to root for. A 240 pound closer with a handlebar moustache and an 86 mph “heater”. The Shooter, as Beck was known, wasn’t an athlete. He was a ballplayer. He seemed very much like the kind of guy who played baseball simply because he couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else. What I’ll remember most about him, however, was his part in the Cubs’ magical playoff run in 1998.

I didn’t expect much from the Cubs in 98. The highlight of sitting through a brutally cold opening day was the tribute the team made to a recently deceased Harry Carey and I had little inkling that the team would in the playoffs at the end of the year. But then, on May 6th, a rookie named Kerry Wood struck out 20 Astros while allowing only two baserunners. Then in June Sammy Sosa started to heat up and completed his transformation from frustrated wannabe slugger to one of The Men Who Saved Baseball. While hindsight casts a pall on the whole thing, I’ll just say that to a high school kid in love with the Cubs, having Sosa was like manna from above. Beyond the big two there were a number of characters all of whom delighted me for different reasons. Mickey Morandini, who came out of obscurity to have his best season in the bigs. (Click here for a horrifying image of Mick. Imagine running to second with that mug staring you down.) Henry Rodriguez, whose home runs would prompt a shower of Oh Henry bars to rain onto the grass at Wrigley. Glenallen Hill, a man so strong he broke a bat on a checked swing and so terrified of spiders that he once fell through a glass coffee table in his house sleepwalking while having a nightmare about them. Mark Grace, the only player I still possess a Starting Lineup figure of. But Rod Beck stood out on the field and in the clubhouse. It was as if someone had called central casting and said ‘Get me a fat closer!’

The contrast between Wood and Beck was compelling. Kerry was a big, strong kid from Texas who, even at the age of 21, looked like a major leaguer. Someone who didn’t follow baseball would be forgiven upon laughing when told that Rod Beck was a professional athlete. Wood had an arm that scouts dream about; he threw 100 mph heat and sliders so nasty they overpowered hitters. Beck’s pitches had two speeds, slow and slower. Yet Beck’s career ERA is lower (3.30 vs. 3.68) than Wood’s. He saved 51 games during the 1998 season. He was all scowls and that dangling arm, every routine save threatening to turn into an adventure. The pressure never seemed to effect him. He looked the same with a three run lead and nobody on as he did during a bases loaded tie game. He was well suited to be a closer because of this. This was best illustrated during the last week of the season in two very different games.

The first was against the Brewers when Beck came into a game with a two run lead and left the losing pitcher. This game is more well known for being the game when Brant Brown almost killed poor Ron Santo by dropping a fly with two outs in the ninth. (The call Santo made will haunt anyone who has heard it. Noooooo! He dropped the ball! Nooooooo!) The Cubs remained tied for the wild card when they should have been up a game with three left to play. It wasn’t entirely Beck’s fault, but no one would have been surprised if he came out a little gunshy next time. Five days later he was out on the mound, getting a pop fly from Joe Carter for the winning out in a one game playoff against the Giants. The Cubs were in the playoffs for the first time in 9 years and I remember Beck running around like a madman, looking impossibly happy. One of the few genuinely good memories from a lifetime of Cubs fandom. Beck was rewarded with five points in the MVP voting, making him forever the 18th most valuable player in the majors in 1998.

Photo via, taken after the last out of the one game playoff

After the Cubs Beck went downhill quickly, dropping out of the majors for two years, until he became a story again in 2003 as the closer for the AAA Iowa Cubs. He had a microscopic ERA and he lived in an RV near the park, a lifestyle that was well documented at the time. All he wanted was another chance to pitch in the majors and to enjoy the life of a minor leaguer in the meantime. When the Cubs finally released him I was glad that he was going to get a chance with a team. The Padres signed him and he immediately started saving games, getting 20 in all, despite having just 36 appearances on the year. I dutifully checked the box scores, looking for ‘S – Beck’ every morning. It made me happy that he got one last go around, something that a lot of players never get the chance to have.

And now he’s gone. Usually, when a pitcher dies a sordid autopsy report follows, but with Rod Beck it makes no difference to me. He played the game with, if not class, a blue collar pride and a winning attitude. He was a joy to watch pitch and I wish his family the best. He was respected around baseball, despite his pudgy appearance. (“I’ve never heard of anyone going on the disabled list with pulled fat” was his take on the matter.) Last December Ryan Dempster picked Rod as his favorite closer of all time in an article for While I never got to see him take an at bat (he went 4 for 19 in 13 seasons, with one RBI) he was a spectacle on the mound who played the game with his heart on his sleeve for everyone in the stands to see. That’s why Cubs fans loved him; because he cared. After game three of the NLDS, minutes after the Braves completed their sweep of the Cubs, a forlorn Rod stood in front of his locker answering questions with a frog in his throat and a tear in his eye. The game had gotten out of hand on his watch and he clearly felt terrible for letting his teammates down. Never mind that the Cubs were doomed from the second the series started and that they shouldn’t have been in the playoffs in the first place. That they wouldn’t have been there without Rod. Of all the certainly valid criticism you could level his way, one thing that no one said was that he didn’t care. It was moments like that when Rod Beck ceased to be a goofy looking reliever and became a person instead. He will be missed.

Rod Beck, 286 career saves 8/3/68 – 6/23/07

Did you know? Closer Rod Beck [SJ Giants]

Resilient closer used guts, guile [SF Gate]

When Rod Beck ruled the world [Deadspin]

Published in: on June 25, 2007 at 2:15 pm  Comments (1)  

Such Heroic Nonsense…

Well, it’s been a minute since my last post and I was having a hell of a time deciding what to write about. While I have dozens of ideas for posts about basketball, I can’t imagine anyone being quite as enthusiastic about them as I am. So I moved one rung down on the list of things I spend too much time thinking about, which led me to the soon to be released Transformers movie. [Transformers Official Site]

I must say, I’m excited. I’ve been known to say that all of man’s inventions in video technology, from Edison and Dickson’s kinetoscope to the cutting edge in high def CGI, have all been in service of this moment. That the Transformers movie will undoubtedly be the pinnacle of the form, a shining beacon that will level all competitors. These statements are, naturally, hyperbole. It is not an exaggeration, however, for me to say that I’ve literally been waiting twenty years for this movie. Since the moment the animated original ended basically.

I think it’s safe to say that a lot of guys in their mid to late 20’s are aware of the Transformers, if only on a subconscious level. They might not know or remember much about it, but they know what Optimus Prime looks like. For me, it was a little more intense than that. The very idea of Transformers resonates deeply within me. It’s like the creators went down a checklist of things that I thought were awesome when I was six. Giant war machine robots? Cool. Fast cars, jets, and a Walther P-38? Cool. The real innovation was in combining them. Put all together it was a show I found captivating.

I’ve grown up since then and while I still have a giant plastic bin of Transformers in a closet at my parents’ house I’ve stopped caring about the details of the show. What kind of jet Starscream is, who could smash who, even the plot in episodes of the cartoon. And still I feel my inner six year old asking, nay demanding, that I go see the Transformers movie. So the question I want to answer in this post is, why?

Clearly, the first and most obvious part of the answer is that warring factions of giant transforming robots is awesome. I’ve grown up, but not that much. Frankly, I’m not sure I want to be the sort of person who think giants robots aren’t cool. I’m slightly worried about Michael Bay overseeing the whole thing, but then again, I’m not too worried. The man directed Bad Boys and The Rock. Sadly, he also directed Armageddon and Bad Boys 2. But the robots look tight, the transformations are appropriately animated and Bay’s never been one to spend too much time on human interaction. Even without the license attached it’s got everything I’m looking for in a summer blockbuster.

To digress briefly, there’s a second reason that has nothing to do with the license. Megan Fox. Like I said earlier, I’ve grown and there are a precious few things that have become more important to me than giant robots. She’s gorgeous and is rapidly becoming my celebrity girl obsession du jour. She’s got everything I’m looking for in a summer blockbuster.

She looks like the sort of girl that would be a bad influence on me. How could you possibly get anything done with her around?

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. What is so great about the Transformers that twenty years after their moment in the sun I’m still geeking about this movie?

I thought about it and it comes down to the characters. And maybe not even the characters themselves, but the archetypes that they represent, that a little me absorbed years ago. I went back and watched a couple of episodes earlier this week and I was surprised by how well they hold up. Much better than Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or the like. This is because the two most important characters in the show, Optimus Prime and Megatron, are two of the more complex characters you’ll ever find in cartoon fare. The qualities they embody are intrinsic to their factions. Without Megatron, the Decepticons are destructive annoyance. He makes them evil. He’s smart, ruthless and the best warrior among their ranks. Optimus is much the same, which makes the juxtaposition between them so compelling. His compassion is what makes him a leader. While the soldiers on both sides underestimate the other, Prime and Megatron never underestimate each other. They have a grudging respect, knowing full well that, in the immortal words of Optimus “one shall stand, one shall fall”. There’s no in between for them, just a strange sense of honor when dealing with each other. You get the sense that they would lose their sense of purpose without their foil.

While I very much doubt that the movie will be able to bring this all to the screen, I hope it retains enough to keep them both from being one dimensional CGI robot versions of Jar Jar Binks. One aspect I’m sure will translate better to the screen is the relationship between the leaders and their soldiers. Prime is equal parts leader, brother, mentor and fighter. He’s always in control and has the unquestioned respect of every Autobot who’s ever served with him. Well, maybe not the Dinobots, but Prime always let them have a little more leeway, using them as a weapon to be deployed. Megatron, sadly, will have to do without the help of his loyal second in command Soundwave in the movie. I’m sure Starscream will be up to his usual tricks and Megatron will give Starscream his usual beatdown.

Another important factor is, quite honestly, nostalgia. The original animated movie was a watershed moment in my young life. I didn’t cry when Optimus Prime died but man, sniff, it was kind of hard to deal with. I’m sure there are thousands of other people out there who feel the same way as me. The Decepticon attack on Autobot City was everything I could have imagined, but left me feeling upset. The Autobots didn’t win; they survived and did that thanks to the sacrifice of their best and brightest. The tone was, in retrospect, exceptionally dark for a movie aimed at children. It was a war and the lesson was that war has consequences.

Certain parts have aged more noticeably, like the bizarre sequences set to the cheesiest 80’s musical styles you can imagine. No, I’m not referring to Stan Bush’s ‘The Touch,’ which is simply an intoxicating song that inexplicably STILL gets me fired up. But the parts with Daniel are interminable, as the parts focusing on humans always were. Galvatron sounds like Leonard Nimoy doing a cartoon voice, which is disorienting. (But not as disorienting as earlier this morning when I found out that James Avery, better known as Uncle Phil on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, was also the voice of Shredder in the TMNT cartoon. Worlds are colliding! It’s the sort of thing you would think I would know by now, having spent hundreds of hours of my life with both Shredder and Uncle Phil.)

Nonetheless, a little nostalgia combined with massive advertorial hype and a smoking hot female lead all adds up to I gotta see that movie. It’s two weeks away and all I hope is that it’s watchable. I desperately want it to be great, but even more desperately I want it to not be terrible. I suppose that’s all you can ask of a summer blockbuster these days.

Published in: on June 20, 2007 at 5:18 pm  Comments (1)  

Been slangin’ tapes since 1983

I’m going out of town this weekend, headed back to the Midwest. A simpler place without the hustle smell and bustle overcrowding I’ve come to expect from Brooklyn. My plans, however, have prevented me from spending too much time working up exciting ideas for Easy Mode. So I decided to take the easy way out. The last refuge of a lazy man, a video post. Happily, youtube mostly obliged by providing me some good stuff to embed. I decided to focus on stuff coming out of San Francisco, because that’s where my head has been musically this week.

Too $hort – I’m A Playa (1993) Great interview in last month’s issue of Wax Poetics. This isn’t the best Too $hort video ever, but I’ve had the song stuck in my head for a few days now.

San Quinn – Don’t Funk Wit Me (????) I’ve got no clue whatsoever as to where this track and the accompanying video originated. It appears as a bonus on the DVD that came with San Quinn and Messy Marv’s ‘Explosive Mode 2’ project. A thorough search of the internet reveals nothing of it’s provenance. If someone knows, for the love of all that’s holy, let me know. Great video, even though it’s clearly a VHS of some local tv in San Fran. It appears in the same form on the DVD, I wonder if there’s a cleaner copy out there somewhere.

Rappin 4-tay – Player’s Club (1994) More champagne Mr. 4-tay?

E-40 f. Celly Cel, Mac Mall and Spice 1 – Dusted and Disgusted (1995) This is one of my favorite tracks off of In A Major Way. The track features Tupac, but he was incarcerated during the video shoot, resulting in Celly Cel’s appearance and the ‘Free 2pac’ shirts.

Ant Banks – Parlayin’ (1994) Rated F.A.S. for Funky Ass Shit. Oh, for the days when rappers played Sega Genesis.

Richie Rich – Let’s Ride (1996) Richie Rich was signed to Def Jam when he put this out, meaning it’s a little more mainstream and a little less Bay Area, which is too bad but, sadly, unavoidable.

415 – Lifestyles of a Gangsta (1991) Sorry about the incredibly low volume on this one, I couldn’t find a better one. It’s a dope video, however.

Spice 1 – Welcome to the Ghetto (1992) There are other Spice 1 video’s on youtube. They are posted by Jive, however, which uncoolly restricts them from being embedded.

Dre Dog – The Ave. (1993) Dre Dog, of the group I.M.P., now goes by Andre Nickatina.

RBL Posse – Bammer Weed (1992) Finally, a serious classic. We don’t smoke that shit in the SFC!

Published in: on June 13, 2007 at 5:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

I See You


Google recently introduced two new online products, Google Street View and Google Image Search with Facial Recognition. And I couldn’t be more excited.

I was going to write a post about stalking my friends with these new Google tools, but a more interesting issue has arisen. Just imagine me writing something creepy about watching a friend’s family home and using google faces to identify people in their neighborhood based on the names written on their mailboxes. I’m not really doing this. Google hasn’t photographed the right cities, yet. On to the issue. Google Street View has sparked a debate of sorts with some mainstream media outlets and a minority of internet commenters decrying the new service as an invasion of privacy.

Here’s the NY Times story. In short, some lady got upset because Street View had a shot of her apartment building in which her cat was dimly visible through a large window looking into her living room. The cat was lying on some sort of cat stand. I’m not sure of the names of cat-related paraphernalia, but it’s one of those shag carpet-lined, multi-platform things that look like an altar to catdom. The view into the apartment isn’t so great. There are some dim shapes, but pretty much you just see a cat sunning itself on its cat altar.

cat altar

I don’t know how much of the story has been emphasized by a little creative reporting. Whether we’re dealing with an alarmist, neo-luddite or just a shit disturbing journalist, this story and its tone has been echoed in a variety of publications at this point. The vast majority of these articles fail to mention that Street View isn’t just a fun toy to find blurry photographs of shadowy cats but an insanely useful tool that has far more positives than negatives.

Right now, people are only using Street View to find funny pictures and spend their workday recreating their commute in stop motion. Once the Street View car has photographed a greater portion of the country, the tool will come into its own with a variety of useful applications.

Street View is not those satellite picture overlays on Google and other maps. The satellite images are fun, but unless I’m looking for missile silos or checking how my roof was 10 years ago, it’s not terribly useful. Street View can actually solve problems. You could find nearby stores and restaurants simply by browsing around, a nice alternative or addition to sometimes spotty online yellow pages, quickly research buildings and neighborhoods while looking for a new apartment or house, or find pictures of poorly marked roads to help with navigation.

all seeing eye

I’m not suggesting that one can tell everything from the exterior of a building, but the ability to see where I’m going strikes me as a positive. I just can’t get excited about worries over big brother invasions of privacy when the thing is so damn useful and fun. I like my privacy quite a bit, but that’s why I keep my blinds down and wear elaborate makeup and facial prosthetics when I go out in public.

Anyway, if you want to see some of the fun stuff people have found thus far or check on who’s breaking into your house, here is a website listing their top ten Google Street View websites. LINK And if you fear Google’s new world order or simply don’t want your picture taken while procuring the finest in erotic literature, then here’s the camera van at which to throw your rocks. LINK


Published in: on June 12, 2007 at 9:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

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I spend too much time on the internet. Reap the bounty of my wretched wanderings!

Plunk Biggio – The statistical analysis on this blog is astounding. Each post must take hours. And that it is in the service of tracking and breaking down Craig Biggio’s march towards the all time HBP record just makes it sweeter.

The legend of Bo lives on. Has there ever been an athlete quite like Bo?

It’s a testament to my poor decision making that I would include a link like this. But if you’ve spent any amount of time at all in a store dedicated specifically to videogames you’re sure to hear some dingy stuff. PreOrderPushers is like Overheard in New York, except in EB’s and whatnot.

A look at the top athlete/rappers. I would have replaced the Andre Rison/Ghostface joint with the Ricky Watters/Method Man track as the obligatory NFL Jams track. (If Shaq Diesel is the Paid In Full of professional athlete rapper albums, then NFL Jams has to be In Control, Vol. 1) And why not include the odious K.O.B.E. by Kobe Bryant featuring Tyra Banks on the hook? Also, any post that mentions Roy Jones Jr. as a musician should be legally obligated to include a reference to Y’all Must Have Forgot.

If you ever come into work mad hungover, just watch this for about fifteen minutes. I assure you things will seem different.

I’m a simple man and, as such, it really doesn’t take much to keep me amused. The fun never stops over at, the premise of which is self explanatory. Although, my friend over at Makeup Loves Me posed a salient question when she asked ‘Why would I want to look at pictures of douchebags?’ I guess I don’t have a good response for that.

A collection of No Limit album covers. I miss seeing Pen and Pixel art from the late 90’s all over record stores. And, proving that time heals all wounds, I kind of miss No Limit. Come back Silkk the Shocker, all is forgiven!

John Hollinger of ranks the ’96 Bulls as the top Finals team in the past 30 years. While I’m a little surprised at the ranking, Hollinger is a serious stathead and the Bulls had one of the most statistically dominent seasons ever that year. And they won 87 games that season. That probably had something to do with it too. What I was more surprised by was seeing four of the six Bulls title teams (’96, ’91, ’97, ’92) in the top ten.

Following a comment on my fantasy football post, I found, which is currently featuring in depth fantasy profiles of AFC teams. Real good work, I hope he keeps it up.

Live in New York and want a new bag? Beers for Bags is your answer!

I hope everyone has an awesome weekend. I’ll be back next week with more fun and excitement.

Published in: on June 8, 2007 at 4:12 pm  Leave a Comment  

No More Exile on Main Street?


Friend of Easy Mode and all-around good guy, TJ Greaney, has announced his departure from the Southeast Missourian. My partner in crime and I were already set on edge after the absence of last week’s EoMS, and his last column confirmed our fears. I have read every single column in his 16 month run. I bookmarked his page within the first five columns written. I have responded to a column at one in the morning in an angry email at one in the morning, accusing him of all sorts of things that later were proven untrue. His columns have touched me and made me laugh. August 2nd’s Praise for the humble porch may be my personal favorite. Happily, Greaney is not walking away from journalism but merely taking a new job at the Columbia Tribune. I can only hope that the powers that be at the Tribune recognize his passion, intellect and courage and assign him a new weekly column forthwith. Luckily, the competition doesn’t appear too stiff.

Good luck, TJ.

Published in: on June 7, 2007 at 4:54 pm  Comments (1)  

Thirteen Never Scared Nobody

I’m not entirely sure how many, if any, of my friends read my little postings here, but I am here today to deliver a message to them. Specifically, those among them who spend a large part of the year as my mortal enemies, heated rivals and obstacles to be vanquished. I am speaking, of course, about the teams in the fantasy sports leagues I participate in. The NFL season opens on Thursday September 6. (And, shockingly, registration for Yahoo leagues begins tomorrow.) Thirteen weeks from now. Thirteen weeks to prepare. Sure, maybe there’s not much scouting or draft work that can be accomplished this far out, but I’ve been working on instilling a winning attitude on all levels of the Party Crashers organization. From ownership to management down to coaches and, eventually, players. Everyone will know what will be expected of them. And it is in this spirit that I bring the following messages to my fellow managers.

I’m not going to get on my soapbox and start talking about championships and playoff seedings. Everyone wants them; everyone has the same goal. You can promise all you like, but a promise you can’t deliver on is just hot air. So this year I’m looking at myself, at my record from the past couple years to see if there are any lessons to be learned. Not just from my successes, but from my failures as well. As an organization there is a tradition of excellence that must be upheld, no matter how bleak the circumstances. (As evidence, I present two title game losses and a fourth place in the past two seasons.) While I would happily attribute most of my achievement to dumb luck in the draft (getting Shaun Alexander in ’05, LT in ’06) and avoiding freak injuries, fielding a consistency competitive team is more than just that. You need to work the free agent pool early, be smart with bye weeks, makes judicious cuts and, most of all, have a little luck. And while I won’t have Marques Colston starting at TE this year (a move that caused the commissioner of the league to demand I change my team name to Party Crashers*), I feel confident in my ability to get the most out of my team.

So what can I promise? What are the things that the Party Crashers will do that other teams can’t or won’t do? What sets us apart?

The Party Crashers aren’t superhuman. We will lose games; we will no doubt take a couple of thumpings throughout the course of the season. We might run into a team with a perfect storm of matchups. There’s nothing we can do about this. One thing we can effect, however, is ourselves. We might lose because we have less talent, but we will never, EVER lose because we get outworked. We will never lose because our opponent was more passionate. We will never lose because we were unprepared. So often in fantasy sports you find owners who offer lip service to winning, but don’t want to pay the price, whether on the field or in the front office. We are not one of those teams and I am not one of those owners. Thirteen weeks. That’s how long you have to put your affairs in order. The Party Crashers will be ready. Will you?

Published in: on June 4, 2007 at 6:38 pm  Comments (3)  

Link Roundup

Here’s a little link roundup, mostly from recent news. Besides avoiding my little niece’s tantrums, I didn’t have much to do today, so I decided to collect some links from the past few days. Some of these links are from last week, some are new. A vicious cold prevented me from motivating to post sooner. Anywho, from sports to animal news, have fun.



I make medicine sick. – I guess sales of the lean, mean, fat-reducin’ machine are flagging. I don’t really understand what drives George Foreman.

Josh Hancock, Estate v. Mike Shannon – Arguments about dram shop liability aside, I bet Hancock wouldn’t be happy about this lawsuit on his behalf.

Upper Deck Bidding On Topps – Does this effect the price of my crates of Topps complete sets? Ah, the heady days of youth spent painstakingly sorting and cataloging in the semi-darkness of my shuttered room…. Sorry, I realize that this boring and pointless news, but I really have a lot of nearly worthless baseball cards that will probably turn to dust before they increase in value.

Stealing Home – I must not let this clip fool me into watching televised baseball.

World Record Stone Skipping – This clip is many orders of magnitude worse than the clip directly above. I hope he has teenage children and I bet they’re very proud of him.

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Even Bigger Hogzilla – I’m not so surprised that this story didn’t turn out to be entirely true. link I’m more surprised that pigs get so big. Here’s a 2500+ pounder. Also, that kid who shot the well-cared for, fenced-in, recently feral pig, he seems cool in an exactly-how-I-would-picture-an-Alambaman-Dudley-Dursey kind of a way.

Snakes On A Plane – How do you fit 700 snakes in a carry-on bag?

Dinosaurs On Noah’s Ark – Why not? If you are already willing to ignore science to the extent of denying evolution, why not throw a little more crazy in the mix? If you would like to see how crazy people spend $27 million, click here.

Endangered Species For Dinner – Killing a pangolin without modern equipment isn’t very difficult. You first find the harmless, slow-moving beast curled up in a frightened, little armored ball, then you pick it up. It’s only between softball and bowling ball in size and not too heavy. As you walk home, you toss the little ball as high as you can in the air letting it fall to the ground. Eventually, the docile, toothless creature succumbs to the repeated drops and relaxes its armor as it dies. Bon appetit.

France Says “Me Too” – China hardly has a monopoly on the acceptable consumption of interesting and adorable animals. But I mean, who doesn’t want to eat a dumpster full of horse heads?

The Lost Tribe of Elephants – This story about Elephants taking refuge from war- and poacher-ravaged Sudan makes me feel like giving money to animal charities. When this happens, I take a minute to look at my student loan bill.



Uranium For Sale – Ultra high grade uranium sold out? Hmm. Now, what will I put in my rock tumbler?

Cornishman Stays Awake For 11 Days – Apparently, the Cornish are good at staying awake but bad at doing research into the most current world record and whether Guinness even cares.

Deadly Lake – I feel lucky never to have discovered a town full of dead people.

I hope you enjoyed these links. They took me ever so long to find. Sorry about the rock skipping one. Here’s a tiny turtle to make up for it.

tiny turtle

Published in: on June 2, 2007 at 8:03 pm  Leave a Comment