I’m still in shock – my team, the Cardinal, beat UConn 82:73 last night in the first of the two final four games in the women’s NCAA basketball tourney.

This is the first time the Card  have gone to the final game since 1992. I’m so excited! The past two games in which Stanford has played (Elite 8 and Final 4) were so well-played by both teams – that was some seriously great basketball. I do hope the final game, versus the dreaded Tennessee, will be equally engaging.

Eurythmics

Sweet Dreams

Jim Croce

Time in a Bottle

I went out and took pictures at a cat show and forgot about the evening pony party.

Oh. And now I am watching the game.

Sorry for the ultra lameness!

I suck.

Alright, I suppose you could easily make the argument that not everybody wakes up in the morning and thinks:Wow, I want to see some Bosch. So, I am a bit socially “tone deaf”. Eight years of Bush kind of invokes those images. The limits of bizarre have stretched way beyond those super strong garbage bags they invented so you could mash more of your shit into one bag. Has anybody thought about doing space exploration so we could find new garbage dumps?

Well?

Advice we might want to consider following next week at the girl mash up. Girls plus one brave boy.

I am a cheap drunk. The good news is my hair is short so you won’t have to hold it back.

Please don’t rec pony party, hang out, chit chat and then go read some of the excellent offerings on our recent and rec’d list.

I might try and slip out to take pictures at a local cat show today. When I was holed up on the couch I kept flicking through the channels going: people watch this? You know. Real Supermodels of Housewife County. Or. Plastic Surgery For Kids: The Pre-School Edition. I have a touch of cabin fever.

Today, let’s think about Marvin Gaye, born on this day, April 2, in 1939.