A busted mouse, a blonde, Battlefront
Of course Presto never misses. It's like insurgents blowing you up with your own C4, though. Our weapon, not theirs.
Also for the first time in a while lost some small fan bets in games: Tim Hudson for the Braves in Thursday night's game, Spurs +2 against the at-home Utah Jazz and, the one I wasn't expecting, Liddell (-170) vs. Jackson, who TKO'd him with a chop to the right chin in an early round in the UFC last night.
Can't win 'em all.
Yesterday was pleasant, however, as I caught an afternoon game (Phillies-Braves) at Turner Field with my friends and, um, my financial adviser. It's cool that I found her at random but have since really clicked well with the blonde. Mysteriously enough, K Rose called me at 2 a.m. as if she could sense something was up.
My visit to The Man of electronics yesterday yielded a cordless laser mouse that just plugs into a USB port and worked immediately, and Star Wars: Battlefront II as an impulse buy. I've only had time to do the training missions so far, but it's pretty fucking cool to be a Clone Trooper.