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[misterqueue]

So fog, yeah. Watch out for the rampant Arnold rising outta the wild Tule Fog, I suppose.

When I lived in Portland OR they told me about this stuff called Drist. 

"Drist is what it sounds like, drizzle that looks like mist."

That shit is no joke.  You look ahead and think 'Oh it's foggy up there.'  Then suddenly you come out the other side and your clothes are SOPPING WET.  You've basically just walked through a just barely evaporated swimming pool.

I think after dealing with that I can handle some badass fog drivers.

[Carlos del Vaca]

For those who like sports injury horror, the reason for the rehab was Dravecky had a cancerous shoulder that required heavy surgery that in part included a chemical freezing of the humerus. Guy made it all the way back to the majors after surgery only to have his arm snap in mid pitch during one of his early return appearances.

Weird-ass shit I think about:  What if a dude snapped his arm mid-pitch like that on the pitch that won the World Series?  Would his teammates celebrate and dogpile him?  Or be so horrified that the thrill of winning the Series is lost?

[smick]

But that's the first think I check when I'm being sent out of town on business.

My personal favorite is PollStar.   PollStar is pretty good about showing what concerts and shows are happening in a town, that way I don't have to go and find the local indy weekly, etc, etc.

[AugustWest]

For those who like sports injury horror, the reason for the rehab was Dravecky had a cancerous shoulder that required heavy surgery that in part included a chemical freezing of the humerus. Guy made it all the way back to the majors after surgery only to have his arm snap in mid pitch during one of his early return appearances.

Shit I remember that.  Right up there with Theiseman on the disturbing sports injury scale.

[AlohaDawg]

Yeah, the Spiral Fracture is no joke. Picture that, not just your arm breaking but your arm breaking in a radial fashion from torque on the long axis of the humerus.

I remember John S-m-i-l-e-y getting one after being traded to the Indians. I don't remember if he really recovered and rehabbed to the point of pitching, but I don't think so.

The Indians seem to have buzzard luck with Lefties for awhile now.

The fact that the board converts the man's name to a icon is annoying.

[CortJstr]

My personal favorite is PollStar.   PollStar is pretty good about showing what concerts and shows are happening in a town, that way I don't have to go and find the local indy weekly, etc, etc.

There's also Podbop which is less thorough than pollstar but makes up for it by linking to free legal mp3's for each artist

[smick]

There's also Podbop which is less thorough than pollstar but makes up for it by linking to free legal mp3's for each artist

Oh see, now that's pretty swell.    Unfortunatly it came up with nothing for Spokane, WA.   That however is pretty representative of Spokane.   

We used to be a  3 hoss town, but we sold all of them for meth.

[smick]

We used to be a  3 hoss town, but we sold all of them for meth.

My pretty ponies were replaced with Blockers.

[Lister]

My pretty ponies were replaced with Blockers.

WIN.

[jough]

Is anyone here going to be around in San Francisco on Saturday night so that Q doesn't have to ramble about by his lonesome?

Ferocious J?  Onstad?  Anyone?

[misterqueue]

awww.. that's jough..always looking out for me.

[Mite]

He just doesn't want you to get scared by the bushman.

[Turbo Ninja]

There is a Sacramento, Ky you know...  It's not far from Owensboro.

But you know it's a backwater burg when Owensboro is the place you cite as a reference point.

[pmcd9]

But you know it's a backwater burg when Owensboro is the place you cite as a reference point.

We already covered this you fuck*ng repeating bastard.

/Toll Booth Willie.

~Paul

[AugustWest]

Johnny Horton died in Milano Texas.

~Paul

In 1814?

Sorry, that just immediately leapt to mind...