Creeping Inexorably Toward A Worthwhile Sub-Heading.
Friday, February 13, 2004
A Little of This, A Little of That
Some little amusements to get me through a slow Friday.
A Blind Man and a Dart Board
Want to know why the Cubs keep avoiding arbitration? Look no further than here and here.
Any process that will give Jack Wilson $1.85M, but won't give Nick Johnson $1.65M, involves a degree of randomness that smart clubs should find unacceptable. This is not an indictment of the arbitration system. To further mangle the oft brutalized words of Winston Churchill (just try to find two matching versions of this, I dare you. Then try to knock this battery off my shoulder.): Arbitration is the worst form of conflict resolution, except for all the others.
Anyone else creeped out by this? Here's a snippet for those who disdain the clickthrough.
Bedbugs have bitten in 35 states, including Iowa, and continue to spread across the country, pest control experts say.
Bedbugs are tiny bloodsucking insects that smell like soda pop syrup and are shaped like apple seeds. They live in bedding or furniture, or hide behind baseboards and wallpaper.
They don't carry diseases, but they bite while you sleep, turning brownish-red after feeding on your blood.
Bedbugs smell like soda pop and look like apple seeds? Gaaaa! They're like the Jelly Bellys of the insect world ("Bedbugs! The favorite confectionary invertebrate of former President Reagan!").
Faced with growing demand for exorcisms, Catholic Church leaders in the Italian city of Genoa have created a taskforce of doctors and priests to determine when the devil is at work and when psychiatric help is needed.
The team of three priests, one psychiatrist, one psychologist and one neurologist -- dubbed the "anti-Satan pool" by Italian media -- will work on a case-by-case basis, a local church official said in a telephone interview on Thursday.
"They'll meet on a regular basis to determine when there has been a case of demonic possession and call for an exorcist, or problems better cared for by a psychologist," said the official, who asked not to be named.
Don't know about you, but I don't need a team of "experts" to tell me that the guy sitting next to me on the train, muttering to himself about how the bedbugs are seeking arbitration with Ronald Reagan concerning the equitable distribution of Jelly Bellys, bears a closer resemblance to an Almond Joy bar than Marlena Brady.
When the church official explaining the commission's purpose asks not to be named, I see a red flag.
Pitchers and catchers on Wednesday. Chin up, folks. The wait's almost over.