Teddypasketti
@teddypasketti
Federal civil servant, lawyer, no other info for you about me. My picture is Sam Lowry, not me. My opinions are mine own and not my employer’s. My opinions. Let me underscore that: MY OPINIONS ARE MOST CERTAINLY NOT MY EMPLOYER’S.
This is absolutely going to be me seconds after the trade deadline when Mike Elias has not been a buyer trying to win it all.
“We’re under a lot of pressure, you know, and you put us there. Nothing’s riding on this except the, uh, the regular season, a playoff berth, and maybe the future of this organization. Not that any of that matters, but if you guys fuck up again, I’m going to get mad. Break’s over.” Let’s go, Os.
Let me offset my last, sincerely meant post with the semi-annual observation that there is within the nursery rhyme no textual evidence—absolutely none—that Humpty Dumpty was an egg.
In this picture is you. And everyone you loved or hated was born and will die there. Every bit of history you could learn. It all happened on that tiny, hard to see, pale blue dot in this photo. Smaltimore.
As we head into the All-Star break, let’s all take a deep breath here in Birdland and take in this wisdom for moving forward:
Neill was a rare actor, like Rickman, who filled a screen and with whom you felt utterly at home with. He was a warm and comforting presence. This is like discovering you lost a cherished photo, or that special shirt on holiday. You never realized how much it meant. Until it’s gone. Godspeed.
Good morning, brothers and sisters, have you considered the Good News of
Sometimes you need to reset, and this wedding was a perfect small detour of ocean and sun to do it. Just a little. Just a tiny little bit.
If anyone is interested in two tickets to Stavi’s comedy show (the guy below) at the Lyric in Baltimore on July 18 — Saturday — at 7 pm, we have two we can’t use (Phish conflict, please don’t ask) for $60 each. They are going for $80, we got them presale. Balcony L. DM me if interested.
My kind of place but you can’t have more than one. Your fingers are starting to prune.
You know what to do, you animals. Buy them up. Then watch Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper at home.
Stay calm, you’re part of an organic collective. Do you have any Allman Brothers?
Proof for a certain coterie. Also proof that the photographer has a knack for taking a photo when *everyone* in the MASN broadcast team had their eyes fucking shut. Thanks, Karl.
All those losses are mounting each day we approach the trade deadline.