Things I learned at the ball game.

Last night Paul, the Demonakos brothers, Jason and I went to see the Mariners face of against the A's.

Important stuff that I learned and things:

1. Ichiro's favorite channel is BET. Because that is just how he rolls.

2. If a spider lands on your drunken haggard hooker looking friend's unappealing mug, do not, I repeat, DO NOT scratch your *own* face. This will hurt.

Actual transcript:
"Oh my God, you guys! Incoherent ramble... and then a spider landed on her cheek and she was like "Bleh!" and I was like "Ack!" and then I scratched my own cheek! And I hurt myself."
"Yea, it landed on my face and she was like "'Ew there is a spider on your face.' And then she hit herself in the face. And I was like 'is it gone?'"

3. Regarding the above, don't sit behind haggard bitches in tank tops. Unless you are very interested in hearing a 55 year old woman hit on the 19 year old beer vendor. Direct quote, "Will you service me?" (RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWR)
Answer, "Haha, no."

More Ichiro Quotes at MVN

Ichiro says the darndest things and stuff.
My favorite:
On re-signing with Seattle: “[My dog] said, ‘Woof, woof, woof,’ which meant, ‘Stay, stay, stay.’ Of course, I listened.”
Actually Ichiro, your dog and I share a long and storied friendship; and believe me when I say that "woof, woof, woof" (or "wan, wan, wan" in his native Japanese) means, "Leave your wife and children, also email Quiana at seattleumbrellaconspiracy@gmail.com."

Linkage courtesy of Paul.

Thought of the Day: Things that I worry about.

1. Last night I had some anxiety that something (read Nature) would climb into my car. Perhaps another vicious squirrel assassin. I am sure this is exactly the sort of opening Nature has been looking for.

2. Last night I became extremely angry when my adjuster called and left me a voicemail mentioning that she thought it was a bonehead idea to leave my unsecured vehicle on the street and couldn't I just have that glass fixed.
So I left her an angry message. I didn't say 'no shit, Sherlock," but I wanted to. I did casually mentioned that I called 5 places unsuccessfully trying to get my glass fixed yesterday and since my agent was clueless I was kind of screwed on that whole immediate assistance issue.
Now I feel bad because I have had to leave a few feisty messages with people and I am not big on losing my temper. But, I lost my temper, and the end result: tears. As always. Additionally, now I feel like a jerk.

3. Of course I called one last auto glass place on my Grandma's suggestion (after I snapped at her) and left them a message, so my car will be fixed today. Thus semi-alleviating my fears, but continuing my belief that I'm a grandma-snapping at-ing, mean voice-mail leaving jerk.

4. In other news I had a little argument about this Michael Vick business with my Grandma the day before as well. Essentially my comment was that he should go to jail, but if Leonard Little can drunkenly kill a human being and still play for the NFL then Michael Vick should be allowed back in spite of public opinion.
Grandma essentially just feels strongly about dogs and wants him to suffer. Which is fine. I even believe that (brace yourself for an uncool opinion) God asked us to be the stewards of this planet- so fighting dogs to the death is a pretty gross way to exercise our power.
I am also all for Vick doing a huge amount of jail time, but if the NFL wants to ban players based upon criminal records, there needs to be some parity. According to USA Today, 13 players in the 2000 Super Bowl had criminal records. If the NFL starts booting criminals, what is a boot-able offense? I whole-heartedly support all sports leagues making rules about criminal behavior; after all, these are explicitly role models.
Furthermore, I like dogs a lot, but I wish I could harness all of the public anger about this dog-fighting and turn it towards helping people or getting our civil liberties back.

Multi-ethnic Cousin Squad to the rescue!

Here is a not very good picture of us cousins (and Steve) at the field last Wednesday. (FYI- Steve is the giant lumbering hulk standing awkwardly on the far right.)
(FYI- I'm the one with boobs.)

I don't care if he's crazy, I would still totally hit that.

There is a great article on Slate about the increasingly amusing comments being made by Ichiro Suzuki of the Seattle Mariners. Formerly closemouthed, he has blossomed forth with a slew of perplexing comments including the following, which utterly convinces me that I indeed would hit that, but was also carried in the national news:

"To tell the truth, I'm not excited to go to Cleveland, but we have to. If I ever saw myself saying I'm excited going to Cleveland, I'd punch myself in the face, because I'm lying."

You and me both, Ichi.

My entire family attended the game last night between the M's and the Angels and it was a fascinating game. The Angels could neither catch nor retain a hold on the ball and the M's really took advantage. The game went into extra innings and was quite exciting. More significantly I got to watch Ichiro do his little butt-wiggle; the excitement of this should not be underestimated.

A marginally related side note: Dude, what is up with M's fans? Maybe it was that I hadn't sat in the 300 level in a couple seasons, but it seemed like there was a lot of uncalled-for booing. Chill out guys! Quit booing everyone all higgildy-piggildy. It is poor sportsmanship to boo either the opposing team OR your home team. Booing is for nefarious behavior, bad calls, and A-Rod.

Super busy weekend

Last weekend I was so extremely busy.
Friday, Quincy and I had a playdate with my favorite dog-sitting client, Theo. Quincy had a great time romping about with Theo and using his skills of cuteness to beg tennis balls off of the sentimental fellows at the courts.















Saturday, Melody and I caught a Mariners game, then got a beer, then had dinner at Chutney's in Cap Hill, then had cocktails. The game was great, the food was great. Very similar to love.











Later in the evening Theo's parents and I went to see Bombay Dreams at the 5th Ave. Theater. The show was very cute. My favorite part of the show was a very inebriated fellow who would whoop and yell at innappropriate intervals. As time progressed he would yell exciting comments, such as "slut" and "get over it."
I was amazed that the staff didn't bounce him. He could barely walk down the steps.


















Sunday Jeni and I attended a Mariner's game as well. It was a great game, but I left there so full of pulled pork and shishkaberries that I had to waddle home.














Later that night I watched The Testament of Dr. Mabuse with my uncle.
Amazing. Just great. If you haven't seen this movie, shame on you. Fritz Lang's film making was amazing especially considering that he made the film in the 30's.

Booooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnng

Steve and I went to the Mariner's game last night. Sooooo boring. Our bullpen is crap. We only have two good hitters. Luckily our fielders are great. Too bad fielders don't win ball games.
Steve and I were bored enough that I was teaching him powwow songs.
The last game of the season is Sunday. I've got amazing seats for the last two games, but I will probably just eat and drink too much.

In news that doesn't suck, I found this nifty graphic:
This is every Dr. Who. I've never been tempted to sing the Duck Dance during Dr. Who.