Saturday, December 16, 2006

We are not alone

Wikipedia has a great posting about Baseball metaphors for sex, including this classic Woodie Allen bit:
"That was two o'clock in the morning, and I get my date back to her apartment, and the two of us are alone, and we're going pretty good. I have to explain this very delicately, 'cause it's really tentative. As I... as I am an inordinately ... passionate ... man. Volatile. Sensual. In general a stud. When making love ... when making love ... in an effort ... to prolong ... the moment of ecstasy ... I think of baseball players. All right, now you know. The two of us are making love violently, she's digging it, I figure I better start thinking of ballplayers quickly. So I figure it's one out, the ninth, the Giants are up. Mays lines a single to right, he takes second on a wild pitch. Now she is digging her nails into my neck. I decided to pinch-hit for McCovey. Alou pops out. Haller singles, Mays holds third. Now I got a first-and-third situation. Two out, the Giants are behind one run. I don't know whether to squeeze or steal. She's been in the shower for ten minutes, already. This is too ... I can't tell you anymore, this is too personal. The Giants won."
Good Wood.

Holy Cow! Mouse Has Giant Bats!

Disney, Orlando, theme motels. Not of much interest, until you get to the giant bat decor.

Friday, March 17, 2006


The all-time Giant bat -- the same one Cool Papa used for his photo.

Sultan of Swat