After an act of remarkable generosity from my editing partner, we went to the baseball last night – sober. Yeah. We each got one beer there and that was it. Ordinarily that would make me want to shoot myself, but baseball with Figaro is as good as cocaine with Jarvis Cocker. Dear God, I think that’s the most ridiculously emotional thing I’ve ever written here. I’ll move on. The Blue Jays won. Apparently this means they’ve finished second in something now. Yay Jays!
In much more interesting-for-me cultural event type news, I’ve finally decided to sit down and watch The Sopranos on DVD. Listening to dialogue from the first season from my hung-over bed of pain at Sugarplum’s reminded me how fucking good it is. So far we’ve managed to watch seven episodes, by dint of extreme laziness.
God, Livia is an insanely good character. The whole structure is just so fucking good; so good I nearly cried with Tony tried to compare his Uncle Junior with Augustus to get him to be more generous with the Capos, and then when that didn’t work told the joke about the two bulls. It’s so good and so inspirational I have to put it here (Sugar, if you haven’t seen the episode this is in yet, stop reading):
A young bull and his father were standing on the side of a hill, looking down on a valley full of cows. “Dad,” the young bull said, “how about we run down the hill and fuck one of those cows?”
His father looked at him and smiled. “Son,” he said, “how about we walk down the hill and fuck all of them?”
See, if they told jokes like that at all the fucking motivational conferences I go to, I’d never complain about them.