fragments of memory

So the Giants inexplicably scored like a bazillion runs yesterday during the double-header, and then predictably had nothing left for Tim in tonight's game.



That's a lot of traumadrama for a boy who pitched so magnificently.

( But they did manage to get him at the loveliest angle during his postgame interview. )

Tomorrow evening I'm off to Portland for the holiday weekend. Food. Wine. Country fields. City skyscrapers. Tim & Ed. Temps 40 degrees cooler. (We're going to eat outside. And I packed ~sweaters~!)

I can't wait <3

Oh, and. Today I purchased tickets to see Lil Wayne again. August 24th at the newly-christened Ashley Furniture HomeStore Pavilion. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? Anyway, it should be hot and monsoon-ish and we'll be on the lawn this time, so I expect all manner of shenanigans. Can't wait for that either.

I've been spicing up the last couple of workdays by wandering around fuckyeahmashups, which could be the greatest thing grammar_glamour has ever pointed out to me. She recced this Lil Wayne/The Office mashup, and I'm beyond in love with this one here. There's some sketchiness too, like the Beatles/Hanson remix I came across. I love both of them separately, but together it was just total carotid artery failure.

My DVR is so full of "Be Good Johnny Weir" eps now that I'm worried I'll eventually run out of room to record documentaries about plane crashes and prostitution. I can't help myself, though, because his show is so exciting and NSFW. ( Here, have some exciting and NSFW Johnny Weir. )

He makes me quite happy, when he's not all botox-face on the red carpet.

Good job, Weezy. Godspeed.

To follow up on my post earlier this week, let me mention that I spent all morning reading the full IMDB synopses of Saw I–Saw V. By the end, I was totally confused and unnerved, although I do have to say that I liked how twisty the plot was. Then, I got home this evening and saw that Saw III was playing, so I flipped to it, and...OMFG. I watched for approximately 4.5 seconds, and it was gruesome and horrific and everything I feared. I quickly flipped back to baseball. Seriously, how do people stand that stuff? Obviously there's a reason the movies are so successful, but I find it completely traumatic.

Top Chef is blowing my mind this season, but I'm not as in love with Padma's outfits as I usually am. I don't understand what's happening there.

While watching Bravo this evening, I saw an ad for the new season of Million Dollar Listing. I got a little fluttery. Thank god it's coming back. I love staring at Josh, I can't even lie about it. And his grandma! Did anyone else watch this show last season? Anyone? Am I alone?

Randomly, I also discovered that Wayne's got his own episode of Behind the Music, airing Thursday at 10pm on VH1. I haven't had any reason to watch VH1 for at least five years, but I will totally be tuning in. I hope they got some good interview footage of him. I actually cannot even imagine what this will be like. Oh Behind the Music. Honestly, I didn't even realize the show was still in production.

"Young." "Money."

"Young." "Money."

Lather, rinse, repeat.

It sounds inane, and to be honest that part of it kind of was, but it was a hot, sweaty, filthy, incredible, wonderful night.

I've known about Lil Wayne's ~*swagger*~ for some time, but the reality of seeing him in person was different than I expected. It was almost whimsical, the way he moved. He took me by surprise with how childlike he was at times, skipping across the stage and hopping up and down the stairs over and over. Maybe it's because of how small he is; not sure. When he smiled, it was wide and genuine and you could see the diamonds even all the way back where we were sitting. He let his hair down later in the show and it kept falling in his eyes, and it makes me wonder what it is about stars, that their hair always falls "just so" and makes them look amazing. He's totally a gremlin (they even showed a photo of a gremlin on the tv screens at one point, though the meaning of it was unclear), but he is awesome and he fascinates me.

Oh, and Birdman came out for a handful of songs. Can anyone tell me if Birdman is relevant on his own merit, when he's not making out with "collaborating" with Wayne? If he is, it has completely escaped my attention.

Anyway, the entire place smelled like beer and pot. Cricket is a dump of a venue; I guess it's been long enough since I went there that I'd forgotten. But it's outside and there was wind and a monsoon slowly building and lightning flickering all night long, and it was cool, the whole thing.

<3

Going for a run at 5:50pm tonight wasn't my smartest idea ever. 109º, full sun—I could feel my lips and eyes burning. Sometimes I don't know why I do this to myself.

Audrey and I went on a little field trip at lunch to Tim's house. He lives in an older neighborhood where they still have a municipal flood irrigation system, so he had to go home at 1:00 to "get the water." Audrey and I, who have only lived in new-ish neighborhoods, have never been able to get our heads around this water thing, so we went with him to see what it was all about. And it was amazing. There's a ditch running along the alley behind the houses, and a system of steel gates feeding into everyone's yard, and basically all the neighbors have to cooperate and work in unison, opening and closing certain gates at certain times, to make all this work. The spirit of community this requires boggles my mind. Anyway, we all kicked off our shoes and waded around in calf-deep water for half an hour while the yard flooded. It was glorious. Next time I'm bringing a raft.

Meanwhile, the Cardinals began training camp today in Flagstaff. Some friends and I have decided to go up next Saturday to watch practice and then get drunk afterwards. We're staying at a haunted hotel, which I can't say I've done before, so that should be cool. Larry + cool weather + beer + ghosts? Sounds perfect to me.

My attention has been elsewhere recently, but seeing all the photos from training camp has me completely aflutter again. It doesn't hurt that Larry and Anquan appear unusually inseparable these days.


I think Anquan is the only person affiliated with the Cards who wouldn't drop to his knees and kiss Larry's feet. I'm pretty sure Q would be more likely to tell Larry, "No, you get on your knees, and go ahead and suck my dick while you're down there." And that is why I <3 them together.

( More training camp. )

Not that I'm counting or anything, but there are only 12 days until ~*The Concert*~. I got on flickr for the first time last night, and I may never leave it. There were so many non-alarming photos of Lil Wayne, I was almost disoriented.

( I'm particularly in love with these black and white shots. )

That's it. I may actually go to bed early on a Friday. It's been that kind of a week.

In preparation for the upcoming Lil Wayne concert, I've been wandering around Youtube to get an idea of what I might expect from the experience.

( And...well. )

This is from a prior tour, but nevertheless, should I be worried that I'd happily spend $48 to watch him do miscellaneous random crap for 2+ hours? Because I think I would be totally entertained by this.

My sister just bought her first place, so I went over earlier to eat KFC and see the house. It's way out in the west valley, past alfalfa fields and suspicious-looking cowboy bars and dusty feed lots full of cattle. The house itself is lovely, but the location boggles my mind. I was relieved to come home to downtown.

I am still waiting for my dad to get into town. His flight has been delayed. Very delayed. To pass the time, I've been browsing Lil Wayne photos in the hope that there might be some out there that are not completely alarming.

( My findings. )

I still don't understand why he's so fascinating. Maybe it's because I've always been a sucker for ( stuff like this: )

I'm quite tired now, and not looking forward to driving to the airport. Hopefully the plane gets here soon.