fragments of memory

I've been a Zito/Lincecum kind of girl for a long time, but watching Tim and Buster in person (coupled with Barry's increasingly baffling right-wing behavior) has started making me think that perhaps Posey/Lincecum is the way to go.

They're amazing to watch together. Buster sliding a hand between his legs, staring Tim down, telling him what to do. The self-conscious curve of Tim's mouth, wide eyes, the way he does what Buster says.

It's becoming a Thing. A Thing that I could watch endlessly.

Also, I met Duane Kuiper at Starbucks this afternoon. I was going to just let him be, but then he went to the barista for a refill and I spun around and told him, "I'm sorry, but I can't listen to you order coffee and not say hello." He appeared momentarily startled by my greeting, but warmed up to me quickly: "That's our hotel over there where we're staying, and that's our bus, and this is my iPad." Direct quote, people. I nodded patiently, because I wasn't sure what the point of all that was, and then he showed me said iPad, and we chatted about the Giants, and we tried to decipher the homemade blow-up doll sculpture on top of a van in a nearby loading zone. It was magical.

I had such a good time seeing this on louiselux's journal, so I figured I'd do the Week in the Life meme as well (sharing random photos of your day for an entire week).

( So, Day 1: Tuesday (TW for blood donation—no needles, but plenty of tubing) )

Against the odds, in the rain, with Pence's Bat of God moment...

Wow.

It wasn't the way I would have drawn it up, kids, but what a way to get to the World Series. Don't stop now.

(I had hoped for some Zito/Lincecum celebratory mud-wrestling on that sloppy field, but alas.)

Yesterday was a day. The traffic getting to the game was the worst I'd ever seen. We were still in the car, going nowhere, during the military flyover, and I was having a minor meltdown because we didn't spend all that money to sit in the fucking car aslkfjalskdf. But we managed to fling ourselves into our seats in time for the first pitch, and then Jess brought me a beer, and the situation improved.

And then Tim gave up three runs in the first inning, which was an oops, but at least he looked magnificent, with his hair everywhere and this super-defiant set to his shoulders. He's very thin; curves are gone, but he's got cheekbones for days again.

And Buster was back behind the plate, and it was a beautiful thing, even if the game was not.



( Photos. )

Somewhat intriguing Lincecum scandal making the rounds. I'm a bit skeptical that Tim's wholly to blame here—he seems too dorky and laid-back to suddenly freak out and start "injuring" furniture and pillows, and it would make more sense to me if it were Tim's squatter friend(s) making a ruckus while he was off in Arizona for Spring Training—but who the fuck knows? If it turns out that he really is running around trashing rental properties, I'd certainly be interested in knowing that. Worth keeping an eye on.

Meanwhile, a recipe rec. The other day, I was cooking for a friend who's allergic to dairy. So for dessert, I made this vegan chocolate cake, which rocked my world.

First, it's so easy. It literally takes five minutes to mix the batter, and you mix it in the (ungreased!) pan in which you bake the cake.

Second, it's amazing. The photo that accompanies the recipe led me to believe that the end result would be a dense, pound cake sort of texture, but that wasn't the case at all. It was tender and fluffy, with this creamy, rich chocolate flavor that was so much better than I was expecting from a vegan cake. Shows what I know.

I made a raspberry sauce to serve alongside that was even easier: tossed a pint of raspberries in a saucepan with a small handful of sugar and a splash of water, and let it bubble and foam away for a few minutes, then pressed the mixture through a sieve and added a squeeze of lemon juice.

I have a newfound respect for vegan desserts after that meal.

In non-vegan dessert news, I went to the Oktoberfest at Tempe Town Lake last night, where we ate this:


( And then rode on these. )

Meeting the President. Giving him a signed #44 jersey. And a personalized bat and glove. Like you do, when you're the world champs.

And clearly dressed for the occasion.



I LOLed when I saw him, I'm sorry.

( More. )

Blood donation tomorrow. Also Giants/Phillies. And last ep of Deadliest Catch. It's almost too much excitement to deal with properly.

Zito creeps up from behind and pinches Tim's ass.

( For real. )

Tim couldn't have been happier about it, either.

( I was already uncomfortable enough as it was, having seen this. )

( Aaaand then I saw this. )

Meanwhile, loved seeing Posey in the dugout tonight. Hoodie on. Smiling.

Before we know it, it'll be time for spring training again. These next eight months are gonna just fly by, you'll see.