Sequestered In Memphis?

Watched the Red Sox win their 11th straight game, how awesome is Jason Bay? Some people stand in the darkness, but he's not afraid to step up into the light. The quiet assassin (one of those words few can spell properly), the Un-Manny. It seems too obvious that they'd play Coldplay's 'Lost' after a loss at Progressive Field in Cleveland. I'm waiting for them to pull a Huey Lewis and make a 'Sports' album but call it 'Deportes'.

The Apocalypse is coming, how do I know this? The TV Land Awards exist. An entire award show devoted to TV shows from the past. Shows that had their day in the sun and solely exist as reruns and/or DVD. It's bad enough we have the pathologies and delusions of grandeur perpetuated by reality TV, we feel the need to recycle nostalgia. It's a vicious cycle, thanks idiot box.

I have jury duty in about a week in Quincy - if I got to be a juror for Phil Markoff, could I stretch out my 15 minutes of fame as a juror? I doubt the trial would occur that soon, but it would be something else. I could grow out my beard to epic proportions and make my removal of it a huge event. If I was sequestered, I'd gain a bunch of weight so I could go on a massive diet afterwards.

My hand is getting numb, I'm blogging from my iPhone. Thanks for reading, mahalo!