We're sick of getting hosed, and we blame Tompkins Industries (and Tomko Industries)

Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winning when I'm losing again

Good news: Guillen's still hot and Gordo jumped on one. And Meche pitched well.

Correction: We were wrong about the season series with the Yankees being over. This means, of course, that we have jinxed the Royals (not that they need any help) and they will almost certainly get swept when they visit the Bronx again in August.

Tomko sucks.

We're so sick of Tompkins Industries. What do they sell, anyway? Something to do with getting hosed.

So, anyway, we've read most of the novels worth reading, and we tend to re-watch old films we've already seen about a thousand times. One of the movies we're partial to (partly because we once lived in Portland, Ore.) is Drugstore Cowboy, with a very young Matt Dillon and Kelly Lynch. Check it out if you haven't seen it. (William Burroughs has a small role as the junkie priest.)

Also, Annie Hall:



P.S. If you like blowing stuff up (and we know that you do), you'll probably like watching a video of a summer camp where high school students practice the art of exploding chickens and stuff like that.