A decent waste of time

If you're at your computer and don't have a myriad of video-game systems in front of you, here's a game to pass the time: Gimme Friction Baby. The basic idea: you shoot a bubble toward the top of the screen. It'll stop somewhere and expand. If you hit that bubble three more times (with other bubbles), it'll explode and you get a point. If you shoot a bubble that bounces to the bottom of the screen, you lose. My top score is 28.

That game has whittled away the time for me as I sit, bored out of my skull, in the Oriole Park press box.

In related news, why am I wasting my time still going to O's games when I could be at home watching any number of quality TV shows? Bleh. At least there's only a week left in baseball season.

Another year closer to death

Hey hey, it's my birthday! Though of course, nobody is yet aware that this blog even exists, so by the time you read it-- if ever-- it'll be old news. You'll be like, "Hey Paul, happy birthday," and I'll be all, "What? Who? Birth-whatzit? Put down the crack pipe, Sir Drugsalot."

Twenty-five. The big 2-5. I'm as old as five five-year-olds, but far less annoying. I've gotten a heck of a present today-- the Orioles aren't playing. I couldn't ask for anything more.

So far, 25 feels an awful lot like 24. But I get the feeling that big changes are in store this year. Oh yes, big changes. I mean, look at me-- I'm posting in a blog. That's new! Next stop, world domination.

Anyway, just thought I'd mention that. You may now commence with your normal lives, nonexistent readers.