I have that espn.com applet running in a window that refreshes continually with the world series stats as they happen. I will forget to check it for a while and I will hear the neighbors shout “oh no!” Or “yay!” And I will know that something important just happened, and I check the game. I am enchanted by the little baserunner graphic that they use. It is the only dynamic image in the whole program. Everything else is text and numbers.

I went to a club with chris to see a band I had never heard before. I squeezed through the crowd and must have pissed off the guy I ended up standing in front of. When the song was over he was clapping real loud just millimeters behind my head purposely, and then made a big labor about pushing past me to go stand in a more open spot. His overwrought pantomime was very easy to forgive, my workplace employs a robust assortment of dorks with poor communication skills, (myself included) and I deal with this sort of thing every day. But then I started thinking about how fun it would be to start fucking with this guy. He was, after all, alot shorter than me. My best scenario involved me walking right up to him, looking him in the eye and clapping loudly in his face, and then improvise from there. Maybe follow and taunt him all the way home.