Realm of the Wombat

On the way to lunch, there’s this sign:

Ok, I’ll bite.

Berkeley lawn mower?

MLB.com’s reporting is so good that they’re expanding to astronomy news also. Wow.

Notice where the Camera Van got its start.

Odie, can I replace your duct tape wallet with a bacon wallet?

I really thought this would be a great book. The subtitle is “The Education of a Carnival Con-Artist.” That sounded like a sure fire winner to me, but it just didn’t work. The first half of the book is about how the author doesn’t respect his father and thus ends up with the carnival. The second half is about he is trying to rise through the ranks of the carnival games from the lowest level childrens games to the big money makers, which have no possible way to win. I don’t know why I thought the story of a guy ripping off innocent Michiganders would be interesting. I’ve never been conned into playing a carnival game, but I feel like he conned me into reading this book.

I’m not sure what this means for my life in a practical sense, but I think I’m a “maven.”

If anyone can tell me how to use this for some personal benefit, I’d appreciate it.

Oh, there’s going to be a big trip to Wisconsin Dells next year. That’s the world’s capital for water parks, although nobody knows why. Everyone’s invited.

Jen’s suggestion for when I give up chemistry: Sell items.

Zombies invade San Francisco. For real.

Jere’s YouTube pick of the day: Who’s on Force. And you thought you hated Jar Jar Binks.

5.5 game lead over the Angels. Magic number 39. 72.8% chance of winning the West. Life’s good in the East Bay.

Odie’s recommendation of the day: Weird Fortune Cookies