PHAIL.

It's a good thing I had such a level head about our victory last night.

Cause it was all just shot to hell.

Shake it off, Phils. Losing Game 2 has been a bit of a pattern, and it's worked out for the best in the end.

Must. Stay. Positive.
Must. Stay. Positive.

Phuck, boys. Epic phail.

But at least you're coming home. Let's make some magic in the Bank.

Because I want a parade, goddammit! And we all know that's the most important thing.

Top 10 Reasons I Won't Gloat

Here are my top 10 reasons for not gloating about the Phils' Game 1 victory tonight.

10. Gloating is unattractive, and I'm not a Yankees fan.

9. I don't want any bad karma for my boys.

8. It's one game, and just one game.

7. Pedro's pitching tomorrow, and that could go either way.

6. The Phils did well with RISP, but they could have done better.

5. Jeter didn't seem to have too many issues hitting the ball.

4. My father (a staunch Yankee fan) is on the cusp of disowning me.

3. If I meet a cute guy who happens to love those Yanks, I don't want my gloating to get in the way.

2. I can't marry Chase Utley, seeing as he's already spoken for.

1. The fact that we can repeat in 3 games makes gloating unnecessary.

It's Inspirational

Because you can't have too much of a good thing...



The faces on these babies are absolutely priceless. LOVE IT.

Obsessed With This Song

This song comes from a very early David Cook album called Analog Heart. It came out in 2006, 2 years before David auditioned for Idol. It's got some awesome stuff on it, all of which David wrote and produced. He also played guitar and piano on the record. This song is called "Makeover," and it's amazing. Check it out! Lyrics after the jump.



Completely colorblind, these red lights are going unseen
Fall behind with words unsaid you know they're always obscene
Cause my ears, they bled before; I need to let them heal
She fell out; her broken legs won't let her walk away
From this town that couldn't give a single shit either way
And her fears, they bled before she's convinced that they're real
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me, it's not me
Lost her way from everything she swore she knew, a friend
Run away from start to finish though it never ends
In her mind she is blinded by all she sees
Close your eyes; just pretend the bullet isn't there
No surprise; no need to pretend that no one really cares
But in her eyes you will find the very best in me
What are you looking for?
Are you looking for something more?
It's not me, it's not me
When did it all unwind?
Are you prepared for what you'll find?
It's not me, it's not me

That's All.

Let's Count Our Chickens...After They Hatch

So, the little big man on the Phillies has decided to go public with his World Series prediction: Phillies over the Yankees in 5.

Woah, Jimmy. I love my Phils and everything, but even I'm not that optimistic.

The Yankees are currently showcasing the best team they've had since 2000. Despite what you may think of A-Rod personally (personally, I think he's a jackass), he's putting up some amazing postseason numbers. Jeter is on fire (in every way possible) and the pitching staff behind CC Sabathia and Andy Pettitte is tougher than anything right now.

Still, we have a bigger shot than the head honchos of sports are giving us credit for.

First, we have Cliff Lee, who can go toe-to-toe with a CC Sabathia we had no trouble hitting in the regular season. We met the Yankees three times and took two games. Lee has proven himself a true postseason ace, with a 0.74 ERA that's lower than Sabathia's 1.12.

Second, the bats of Mark Texiera, Jorge Posada, Hideki Matsui, and Nick Swisher (who I have trouble believing actually plays major league ball) have fallen significantly silent. They won their season-clinching game against the Angels thanks to numerous walks, hit batters, and errors.

I think we can play with that.

Ryan Howard has been on fire. Jimmy Rollins has been clutch, Werth is showcasing the dangerous player he truly is, and Carlos Ruiz is giving us a much-needed boost in the 8-spot. Both Chase Utley and Raul Ibanez are due, and if the last few games of the Dodgers series are any indiciation, they could get hot at the exact right moment.

Yes, Cole Hamels is in a funk. He had a pretty shotty regular season that hasn't been helped by his mediocre post-season starts. He's probably the most emotional pitcher I've ever watched, and someone needs to slap him around a few times. A base hit is not the equivilant to the apocalypse. He needs to keep his cool on the mound and not let the little things get to him. Cole needs to get back in this if we want to win the World Series. The Yankees will capitalize on bad pitching.

And possibly, just possibly, Brad Lidge may be returning to his old self. Now, after cursing out the very man who blew 11 save opportunities this year, I wasn't the first one to jump up and down in excitement over his postseason 0.00 ERA. But maybe Brad's sucky season truly testifies to this amazing Phillies team: last year, they probably wouldn't have made the postseason without Brad's perfect record, and this year, they're in the World Series in spite of his 11 blown saves. He looks more confident on the mound, and his command is back to a place that I haven't seen since last October. Baseball is a 99% head-game, and if Brad's head is where it should be, our "Lights Out Lidge" may be back.

Bottom line: This series is going to be epic. Positively epic. My family loves the Yankees, and I am the lone Phillies fan. I don't mind the holy war in my house, mainly because I have all the confidence in the world in my Phils. I'm not worried about their week-long break and the possibility of them falling out of their groove. I'm not worried about the Yankees' heralded pitching, just like I wasn't worried about the Dodger threat-that-never-was.

We're the World Champions. The World Phucking Champions. And if the Yankees think they're going to have an easy series, they better think again.

Facebook, YouTube, and All That Good Stuff

I was about this old when I had my first experience with social media. (That's me with the dark hair sitting directly in front of that ancient artifact of a computer.) It was probably around 1998, 1999, and I was right about the ripe old age of 10. My parents had just discovered the wonders of AOL dial-up and had created email addresses for themselves. I, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what this was. All I knew was that I couldn't be on the phone and the computer at the same time. And that waiting for the page to load took so long, I usually moved on to the TV, which housed the wonders of Nickelodeon and Disney Channel.

I wasn't this bored with technology for long. One of my good friends at the time helped me make my first, real email address. I think he was the only person who ever sent me anything, but I loved hearing those infamous words, "You've Got Mail." That seems insanely primitive now, doesn't it? He'd write a few words, a whole sentence at best, and I'd respond with massive levels of enthusiasm.

That first "screen name" evolved from simple emails to instant messaging, the other wonder of my prepubescent life. Then that evolved into chat rooms, which became so shady so fast, it was barely a phase. (Screen names like BaByGiRl657 and Sk8erboi999 were really 40 year old men living with their mother, and that posed a problem for my internet privileges.) Soon, MySpace came on the scene, and anyone who was anyone had one. You used it to keep in touch with friends, meet new people, and show off pictures.

But, like everything these days, MySpace fizzled out. And Facebook took over. I created my facebook when I was a senior in high school. My friends taught me the etiquette, like how you can't add that cute guy you went to the dance with until you had at least 80 friends. I use that facebook now to mainly keep in touch with my friends, who are skattered across the east coast at college. We talk a lot, even if it's just for a moment, thanks to facebook. It's fun to look up old friends, like the ones you went to grade school with, and it was also really helpful with introducing yourself to other college freshmen you hadn't met yet. Now I'm a junior in college, and I still use it. Facebook will most likely meet its demise, probably because something better will eventually come along.

I've been using Twitter for a few months, and even though I was baffled by its initial uselessness, I'm totally addicted now. There's something about expressing your emotions in 140 characters or less. Microblogging is genius. It's great. And it saves me from updating my facebook status every 2.386865 seconds and clogging my friends' news feeds with useless chatter about how that ham sandwich from Subway did not taste right last night.

I just installed Skype on my computer, mainly because one of my best friends is studying abroad in Italy this semester, and we needed a way to stay in touch. As she tells me frequently, I suck at Skype. Personally, I think I suck at remembering that she's 6 hours ahead. But, if I've learned anything during the past 10 years or so, it's that I'll get the hang of it. Eventually.

Genuis Marketing

This video is hilarious. I'm obsessed with those E*Trade baby commercials, and this is a video of the outtakes that didn't make TV. If you're having a bad day, take a look. It's impossible not to laugh.

I beLEEve!

I am a huge, HUGE Phillies fan, and I was beyond excited with the ass-whoopin' they handed the Dodgers last night, thanks to the fiery bats of the offense and the amazing game put forth by the man above, Mr. Cliff Lee. They play Game 4 tonight, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Joe Blanton can be as phenomenal in the post-season as he was in the regular season. Anyone remember his home run in the World Series?

I'm anxious, but anxious excited. If they had just rallied behind an outstanding Pedro Martinez in Game 2, they'd be up 3 games to none. But you can't change the past, and I'll take a lead, even if it's only by one game. But the Phils can finish this out at home, and I think it's very likely. However, a loss tonight would mean a definite trip back to LA. Let's not give the Dodgers the chance to look forward to their home field. Let's keep it in the family and finish this in Philly.

Not About Love....or is it?

WE DID IT! Our communications video is finally finished, and I must say, it turned out fabulously! We worked so hard on this, and I think we all can be proud of what we accomplished. Just in case you're wondering, we took a Fiona Apple song and recited the lyrics, telling a story through pictures. It's below...enjoy!

Project Prognosis

Project Prognosis: Excellent. Our group met today, and I must say, we accomplished a lot. Our digital movie is going to be musical, poetic, colorful, imaginative, unexpected, original, and yes--artsy.

We have a pretty decent storyboard going--we know what images we want, and we now have to go out and get them. Easy enough, right?

We're taking a pretty cliche idea and turning it on its head. The song we've chosen as the basis for our movie is completely off-the-wall, totally unique. Fiona Apple is not your average songwriter, and her lyrics have so much depth and meaning. There's a million different things we could do, and I think the more options we have, the better our project will be.

So, bottom line: if you think you know what we're going to do, think again. If you're expecting a conventional music video, don't. Get ready for something fabuloussss!

LOVE.

I saw this boy on Saturday night. For those of you living under a rock, "this boy" is David Cook, my one and only celebrity crush. Yes, he was on American Idol, and yes, he won. But before you go and diss my musical preferences, take my word on this: he is an amazing performer. So not your average, cookie-cutter, oops-my-thirty-minutes-of-fame-are-up American Idol winner.

Go see him. Seriously. He was in Atlantic City this past weekend, and one of my best friends came with me. She liked him, and she thought she would like his music, so she humored me and came along.

Let's just say she's a little more enthusiastic about Mr. Cook these days.

I actually met him a little over a year ago, and he is one of the sweetest, nicest, funniest, most down-to-earth people I've ever met. And he looks even better in person.

Yes, that's possible.

So anyway, I was extremely excited after this AC show because I got thisclose to him in his guitar-playing glory. LOVE IT.

Ok. Enough about that. I leave you with this amazingly funny video: