I'm Psychic!!!!

I'm watching Rick Dempsey and his moustache console the broken-hearted O's fans who had to sit through a second straight one-run loss. And I predicted it! I'm psychic. No, wait, I'm just way too familiar with losses like these. The Orioles score early, the pitcher settles down, and the Rays just chip away. Chip chip chip. Oh and then they add to their one-run lead in the 8th - like a winning ball club does. And can I please add that Eva Longoria's son is way too good. I really shouldn't be this fired up after two games. I need to pace my angry self.

Okay, so I won't bitch for an entire blog post (is that what it's called?).

TIGER WOODS!

Oh I just thought I'd make sure you were still paying attention. And that is also the last time you'll here his name....and anything remotely related to golf on this blizznog.

I worked today at my job as a tutor and for the first time, I was actually somewhat busy. Four young minds were under my tutelage, and I really had to stretch the bounds of my intellectual prowess. This proved successful up until the dreaded multiplication and division of two fractions. It was like temporary kryptonite on my brain device. Some may call it a math-induced brain fart. But I doubt it. Superman references aside, I dug deep inside whatever place holds the distant mathematical operation knowledge and found it - on page 67 of the Teacher's Edition math book. Hey they're there for a reason! But seriously, so far so good with this add-on part time job. It's fairly rewarding, so I got that going for me. Although at this point, I'll throw rewarding out the window for full time and benefits. Who cares, so what? (That last sentence should be mentally read in the voice of Joy Behar, as played by Fred Armisen on SNL)

Alright universe, I have to cut out on this piece to watch blue-puppet Michael Steele get interviewed on the Daily Show.