Once again upon the boards!

The Blogger has just competed a very successful run in the role of Drosselmeyer in the Pontecorvo Ballet Studios' 20th Anniversary Production of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's most enduring work, The Nutcracker. Two performances in the fine auditorium of Northridge High School on Timber Lane, were enjoyed by packed houses of parents, grandparents and sugar-addled siblings of the talented dancers of the Pontecorvo school.

[Photo would be here if I had any, yet. Grr.]

In the words of one critic, "Lindsay's re-imagined Steampunk watchmaker, Herr Drosselmeyer, romped hair-raisingly across the stage. It was nothing short of bizarre!" It was in a word, exquisite; but not too much, so as not to distract from the real purpose of the evening: a showcase of the dancing!

I am the betting favorite to win a Tony at the Wiffies.

An open letter to the Blog

Two weeks have gone by since the famous "suck" rant appeared on these pages. In that time, two games have been played, one theory session has been conducted and, oh, yeah....a President was re-elected.  Where has the blog been?  Take a look around this site for a minute.  When was the last time stats were updated?  When was the last time an article soared to the heights of rhetorc and stirred the loins of men?  This place is looking more and more like Cabrini-Green.  Romney grafitti, busted links, bitter comments sprinkled about like so many crack vials!  On October 28 the blog said it was "Nice to be back bloggin' after all that acting stuff."  Really?  Because a T.W.I.W. fan can hardly tell.  I think we've all paid a lot for this site, in blood, treasure and dignity.  Start writing, Lindsay.....or else!!

Fall Classic

Romney Wins!!  

This game...

..sucked. Stats sucked. Then he sucked again. And then he completed the hat trick of suck.

Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Sucking suck. The whole sucking day sucked!!!!

Kevin C. pitched well.

Suck, Kurt - 2 runs, 17 hits
Pete, Kevin C., Glen - 3 runs, 13 hits

W: Berwald
L: SUCK!!! (Lindsay)
HR - none

Next week can we just go to breakfast?