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Happy Wednesday!

1. On tonight’s episode of Top Chef, Robin, America’s favorite kind of annoying chef who used to have cancer will either be eliminated from the competition or continue her baffling ascent up the Top Chef ladder. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!

2. Hey Facebook, I really hate the news feed/live feed thing you’ve got going on. And by “hate”, I am fully willing to admit that I am to lazy to figure out the new layout.  My thing is this. Couldn’t the default feed be the live feed? That way, I always  am up to date with my friends and their pithy opinions.

3. Hey Chicago Cubs, guess what starts tonight? The World Series. Guess who’s not there? Well yes, you’re right. I’m not there. But neither are you, and that’s my point. Please be better next year.

On a side note, Joe Buck doesn’t annoy me like he does the rest of America. He does annoy me, just not as much as he annoys the average Joe and Jane.

-Mike

1. So first things first, my Fringe show, “An Intimate Evening With Fotis Part III: Fotis Party Time Explosion” begins its remount this Thursday. Please spread the word about this show. If you are a blogger or a tweeter or a Facebooker and you help me spread the word, I promise that I will do the same for you, during your next production.

Performances:
Thursday October 15 9pm
Friday October 16 9pm
Sunday October 18 330pm

Produced by Nimbus Theatre and presented as a double bill with Allegra Lingo’s, “Crescendo”.

Tickets $12, $10 with Fringe button (or $20 / $18 when you see both shows together!).

More information can be found here:

http://www.nimbustheatre.com/discover/nightsofthelivingfringe.php

2. So…I was wrong about the Twins. Oopsy. Although to be fair to how awesome I am, the series should still be happening. The Twins blew some chances.  Question: With the Twins moving into a new stadium, and in theory, garnering more revenue will their spending be indicative of this shift? Or, will they continue to play the small market/scrappy player card?

Happy Wednesday!

1. I didn’t see any of last night’s game because I was working, but I did catch snippets of it on the radio . It sure sounded like the greatest game in Major League history. Last night’s win will work in one of two ways against the Yankees. It will either serve as a catalyst for the team and and cause them to tear through the Yankees like a chainsaw through butter, or last night’s win will serve as an awesome memory to fall back on when the powerhouse that is the Yankees brings the Twins back to earth.

My money? The Twins win in 5.  Punto will hit 9 homers in the series and during the celebration on the mound after the Twins have pulled off the impossible, Joe Mauer will piss all over the field in Yankee Stadium and scream, “NEVER! I WILL NEVER BE A YANKEE! SUCK IT, JETER!”

I’m in a weird place right now. For the first time in the nearly ten years that I’ve lived in the Twin Cities, I followed the Twins much more regularly than I did the Cubs. I don’t know what it is but after two straight playoff appearances and exactly zero wins to show for those appearances, I just didn’t have the mental energy for another Cubs heartbreak. I’m glad that the Twins have been there to remind me that I can root for a team without all the emotional wreckage.

Happy Monday!

1.  That was some Super Bowl, huh?  To be more accurate that was one hell of a 4th quarter, huh? To be most accurate, that was one hell of a final five minutes, huh? However you shake it, the first half of the game was awful. A waste of time, minus the “How Not To Tackle” clinic the Cardinals displayed at the end of the first half as a giant Steeler named Harrison intercepted a Kurt Warner pass just short of the goal line and lumbered down the field in a play that may have been directly taken from a slapstick comedy. The third quarter just sort of happened.  When it ended I felt nothing. It was the perfect way to welcome February, a month in which I feel nothing, into my life.

Whatever, most of the 4th quarter was really, really entertaining. That’s all I was trying to say. My problem is I’m a bad writer and am unable to communicate with words.

2. The commercials were really horrible this year.  The Danica Patrick ones held promise, but much like her career, they ended up being a little disappointing.  Wango! Seriously, even though I knew there was zero chance that I’d see any boobage, for a brief moment I was really excited. Twice.

I truly think there has been so much anticipation allowed to build up around Super Bowl commercials that advertisers are starting to choke a bit.

Whatever. Maybe the magic of the Super Bowl commercial has passed me by. Just like my youth.

Mike

Happy Tuesday!

1. For some reason, and you may not necessarily see it, but my sight appears to have taken on an all italic flavor. Let me assure you italic haters out there, that there is absolutely NO REASON this should be happening. I’ve checked, double checked and triple checked the site’s design and shouldn’t be happening.

…Or maybe the italics were always there and I just noticed now. Whatever. I hate it and I want it gone.

2. Heading down to Chicago with the mainstage cast of the Workshop (Minus pretty boy Bozic) for some Sketchfest fun on Thursday. Should be a really good time.  We have two shows on Friday and Saturday. Stop by if you want to see some comedy. Like I said,  it should be fun. Unless for no reason whatsoever the entire festival is awash in unwanted italics.

3. Congratulations Ricky Henderson and Jim Rice. You’re both worthy of the Baseball Hall Of Fame. Sorry Andre Dawson. You’re still my favoritest player ever. One day you’ll get in! I just know it! You just have too! Whoa! Sorry about that. My inner 12 year old snuck out for a second…

Mike