Dead goat, anyone?

Beginning to think the Cubs' billy goat curse has infected my fantasy baseball team as well.

Theoretically my lineup should be a killer. Statistically, it should be kick-ass.

Unfortunately, I throw the ball, they hit the ball (a lot).
I hit the ball, they catch the ball (even more).

Wish I had a solution.

I do know where there are some goats. Is a midnight sacrifice in order?

And so it goes.

Dead wrong

Hey, I've got an idea.

Let's kill some people to show killers that killing is wrong.

Yeah, that should work.

And so it goes.

Long live ...

Spent an hour this evening wandering through random personal blogs and came to the following conclusion, which is undoubtably wrong but still what I found:
The personal blog, while not dead, is not in a real healthy state. On the endangered list to be sure.
What I found:
-lots of mediocre artists trying to sell mediocre art
-lots of mediocre poets posting mediocre poetry
-lots of people trying to sell other kinds of assorted junk
-a few personal blogs recounting family happenings
-lots of foreign-language blogs which, being a typical ugly American, I couldn't understand
-very little political and/or personal commentary
-very few posts of general interest.

And for better or worse, this blog also pretty much falls into a few of the above categories.

My old mind used to devour blogs which presented ideas, opinions, rants and political diatribe.

I found little or none of that.

Sad.

And so it goes.

Kiddiecure, anyone?

Only in Naples:

New kids spa on the block in Naples offers pampering, party atmosphere

And why not? In the facelift capital of the world, why not start 'em early?

 

And so it goes.