So DJ's second game was - suprise - rained out. We had ourselves quite a summer storm for an hour or so. They would have had to swim around the bases in order to play.
So instead, I dropped DJ back off at his dad's and came home to do that watching tv in our underwear thing. We watched The Big Lebowski, again. Best line from that movie:
The Dude: And, you know, he's got emotional problems, man.
Walter Sobchak: You mean... beyond pacifism?
Then we watched Last Comic Standing. They tried to give it that American Idol feel, with guest judges and personal glimpses of the contestants. Note to producers: When people tune in for a comedy show, they want to laugh. They don't want to hear about one woman's dead husband and her quest to turn her wedding bands into a necklace, another woman's divorce or the tale of the immigrant who grew up in poverty. The dude cried!
Plus, I never liked Buddy Hacket, who was one of the judges. And that Joe Rogan dude (from News Radio) is an asshat.
During commercials we tortured ourselves by watching Attack of the Clones. Now that was funny, in a "I'm laughing at you, George Lucas, because if I didn't just laugh at the horror of this movie, I would be raking razor blades over your testicles" way.
There's a reason I'm number one on Google for George Lucas is a fuckwad. And, as I said in that particular entry on Google,:
Damn you, George Lucas. Damn you for that and damn you for the ewoks and damn you for not letting it rest after Jedi.