Night Owl Cards

It's been a very slow week at the mailbox. Just a solitary card package at the start of the week and then your usual assortment of boredom. I'm entirely to blame for this. It's much too busy in life to be ordering, packaging or sending cards. My want list remains in disarray after its disappearance almost two months ago. So I'm not exactly making myself welcome for people thinking of sending me cards. Also, there is this: I have a lot of cards. I can't tell you how many. I haven't figured that out yet. Let's just say "too many." Blogging for almost a decade will do that. So it's a little difficult to find something from my incomplete want list. But I encourage you, dear trade partner, to keep trying. Because I know better than anyone that I definitely need many, many cards. You never know when something is going to slip through. Let's take the one card package to brave my mailbox this week, for example. It arrived from Tony at ...

As a member of the media, I am trained to recognize BS when it's walking toward me. Coaches lie to us. Colleges spin us. Businesses try to use us. It's an on-going battle against crap. Because of this, I am ever sensitive to the waves of hooey that come at us from every direction. I have little tolerance for pitches, commercials, sales drives, even the cute girl at the phone kiosk in the mall. If you're not saying something with meaning/truth, I ain't buying. Because of this, Twitter is best avoided during the first half of the day. I swear every card business in the world spends the morning shilling whatever they have to shill under the guise that it's THE GREATEST THING EVER on Twitter. It makes Crazy Eddie seem like he had Low T. But there is a lot of other BS -- what I like to sugar-coat as "pointlessness" -- on Twitter, which I still wade through because I like to stay informed and it's a great way to do that. Among the pointlessness of r...

I am too emotionally invested to write anything coherent enough for a live blog of a Dodger playoff game. But I want to do something, since I'm off and able to watch the game tonight. So, I'll be summing up my emotions after each inning of the game with the appropriate emoticon! Isn't that great? Conveying how I feel without all of the messy sentences or words or thought processes! Suddenly, I feel like a 15-year-old attached to a cell phone. But trust me, this is for the best. Now, if this stupid Twins-Yankees game would ever get over. American League playoff games are so draawwwwwnnnnn ooouuuuuutttt . Nothing ever under 3 hours. Oh, wait, the Dodgers are starting already ... END OF FIRST INNING %-} Emoticon translation: dizzy Night owl translation: Wha - wha jus happen? Just the facts: Randy Wolf loads bases, gives up run, throws 32 pitches in top of first; Matt Kemp blasts 2-run HR, Chris Carpenter gives up four hits in bottom of first. Score: Dodgers 2, Cardinal...