my mind is going. I can feel it.

I feel very braindead, which sucks. I want to write about tonight's Mariners-Orioles game, where Oren and I saw Rafael Palmeiro get his 2999th career hit (but not his 3000th), and about a conspiracy theory on starters and closers that I thought of today, and post some trivia and a bit of cool stuff from a new baseball site I found today.

But instead I'm just going to say: who syndicated marinerd_feed? Well -- I guess for those of you wondering where you can read my Seattle Marinerds baseball blog syndicated -- that'd be your answer.

(also, I wrote a rant about Eric Byrnes getting traded to Colorado today. I saw Chad Bradford, who was traded to the Red Sox, pitch against the Yankees on the big screen at Safeco before the game. I was really excited, but nobody around me seemed to understand why. I mean, a submarine pitcher is COOL. Why is that so hard to understand?)

I have a great idea for a parody song too which maaaaaybe I'll crank out here while it's on my mind, but don't count on it.

Seriously, though, I am incredibly mentally shot. I don't know why. bhudson shows up tomorrow night though, and it'll be fun to hang out with him again. Raar. But my apartment is still a mess because I've been so dead tired all week. Bleh.

I always get oren and shandrew's birthdays backwards in my head, doh. And I didn't even know today was Rome's birthday too. Oops.

Oh! I made three new LJ icons when I got home tonight, on a whim. "quixotic" is the one I am posting this with. There is also "abstract" and "phantom camera". I decided I needed more emotions and random images, that weren't PP-related, since I had like 25 PP icons alone.

oh -- and this morning's chai was from Specialty's, which was a good call since it's such a good bakery too, so I got a yummy muffin, too. was probly the best chai of the coffeehouses so far but still pretty generic.

yeah. mentally gone. 'night.

Baseball filk (kinda) - Fugue for Vendors

Heh heh. This is a first draft. Imagine, if you will, what it would be like if a bunch of vendors at a baseball game all came out to the top of the stairs at once and pretended they were actually in a musical...

(to the tune of "Fugue for Tinhorns" from Guys and Dolls)

BEER VENDOR:

I got yer drink right here
I think the answer's clear
You need a nice cold overpriced can of beer.
Bud lite, Bud lite, you know that it tastes so right
So drink three of them tonight, Bud lite, bud lite.

For just a buck or two
You need a tasty brew
I've got your Coors, Sam Adams, and Red Hook too
Ice cold, ice cold, it looks just like liquid gold
Can't count all the beer I've sold, ice cold, ice cold.

PEANUT VENDOR (starts singing in the middle of BEER VENDOR's verse):

I've also got some snacks
Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
They'll give you corn to crunch or nice shells to crack,
Four bucks, four bucks, watch out as the usher ducks,
'Cause my throwing really sucks, four bucks, four bucks

I gotcher baseball food
You know you're in the mood
To eat some hotdogs, sausages, freshly stewed
Foot long, foot long, just listen to my old song,
you know that you can't go wrong, foot long, foot long.

SODA VENDOR (starts in the middle of both):

You want your thirst to stop?
You need some soda pop
It even comes in this souvenir plastic cup.
And for your family
You buy another three
Or all your kids will whine that they are thirsty
It's not my fault it's hot
But with the drinks I've got
I'm pretty sure that they will all hit the spot,


TOGETHER:
Cracker Jack, Soda pop, Can of beer...
I got your food... right... here!