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Moonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair.  You certainly know the right things to wear.

These are really baffling lyrics.  "Moonlight becomes you" can have at least two meanings.  One of which is that moonlight magically turns into the person being sung to.  I don't think that is possible.  It goes with your hair.  I don't have a clue what that means.  When your hair comes moonlight leaves?  It would be unflattering to say that your hair looks good in the dark.

I don't want to start a new thread, so this is as good a place to put this as any other.

https://deadspin.com/reinsdorf-fills-white-sox-manager-slot-by-exhuming-anti-1845522222

How bad is Trubisky that he has to play behind Nick Foles?

Quote from: Wheezer on October 14, 2020, 01:55:35 PM
Pick a Bale of Cotton.

OH NO.  YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THERE.

We had a 2.7 this morning.  Not  a big deal.  The epicenter was 3 miles from my home. 

Quote from: Wheezer on September 24, 2020, 06:39:35 PM
... I bought "vegan pork rinds" from Whole Foods today. And am of the opinion that the National Suicide Prevention Hotline really should not have an obnoxious phone tree of the fuck-this-shit variety.

"Vegan" pork rinds is an oxymoron.

Quote from: Wheezer on September 06, 2020, 02:43:30 AM

Quote from: CBStew on August 30, 2020, 03:51:50 PM
Now that there is a designated hitter in the National League can metal bats be far behind?

I'm more concerned about MLB trying to make this seven-innings shit and friends permanent.

I came to San Francisco from Chicago in 1949.  Baseball here meant the San Francisco Seals and the Oakland Oaks.  Team travel was limited.  Monday was a travel day in the Pacific Coast League, four out of the eight teams traveled.  Tuesday began a 7 game series, with a double header on Sundays.  The second game of the Sunday double header was seven innings.  The Seals played in Seals Stadium (duh!) which was located in the geographic center of the city.  The Seals had a great history, with three brothers named DiMaggio having played for them.  I never saw them in Seals uniforms.  Major league teams finished up Spring training by playing against PCL teams.  One of my most treasured possessions is a ball autographed "To Stewart" and signed by Willie Mays, Hank Thompson and Monte Irvin.  Why those three players?  Because the white players stayed at the fancy Fairmont Hotel, owned by the Swig family and where Blacks (even Willie Mays) were not allowed to sleep.  So the three black players stayed a a class C hotel owned by one of my uncles.  I also met Sugar Ray Robinson when he stayed  there and he gave me a ride in his pink Cadillac convertible.  It is a great story that I have probably written about already.
You know something?  I really am Grandpa Abe Simpson.  I can tell by the onion that is tied to my belt.

Now I am being tormented by "A Gal in Calico".  I first heard this tune as a pre-teen when I was in elementary school.  The first line is "Met a gal in Calico, many years ago..."   I had no idea what calico was.  One of my teachers in art class assigned us the project of drawing a calico cat.  I like all of my classmates merely gave her a blank stare.  For all I knew calico was a city in New Mexico.  It isn't, is it?  One of my braver classmates asked her what a calico cat was.  She graciously responded that it was a patchwork patterned cat.  That merely compounded the confusion. 
Suffice it to say that what I drew hardly even represented a cat, let alone a calico cat.

Now that there is a designated hitter in the National League can metal bats be far behind?

Quote from: CBStew on August 21, 2020, 01:43:15 PM

Quote from: Wheezer on August 21, 2020, 10:54:51 AM

Quote from: CBStew on August 20, 2020, 02:55:46 PM

Quote from: CBStew on August 20, 2020, 02:40:49 PM
Now I am being plagued (no irony intended) by a modern classical piece.  I cannot remember the name or the composer.  It is the one with the gigantic choral group.  I think it was the theme music in a movie about a guy who goes off to a South American jungle.  Help!

No. It is not the soundtrack of "The Mission"  which starred De Niro and Jeremy Irons.

That's Baroque, anyway. I'm afraid this is the best I can do at the moment. I'll check with my friend who's a classical music critic.

That is an amazing list, even if it only covers movies starting with the letter "A".  You took me too literally when I said it was "classical" music.  I used the adjective "modern" to qualify it.  I meant that the quality was "classical" in nature.  In fact I heard a symphony orchestra and chorus perform it on stage years ago.

I FOUND IT!   It is "Carmina Burana"  by Carl Orff.   I am so relieved.   Check it out.  It is very invigorating.

Quote from: Wheezer on August 21, 2020, 10:54:51 AM

Quote from: CBStew on August 20, 2020, 02:55:46 PM

Quote from: CBStew on August 20, 2020, 02:40:49 PM
Now I am being plagued (no irony intended) by a modern classical piece.  I cannot remember the name or the composer.  It is the one with the gigantic choral group.  I think it was the theme music in a movie about a guy who goes off to a South American jungle.  Help!

No. It is not the soundtrack of "The Mission"  which starred De Niro and Jeremy Irons.

That's Baroque, anyway. I'm afraid this is the best I can do at the moment. I'll check with my friend who's a classical music critic.

That is an amazing list, even if it only covers movies starting with the letter "A".  You took me too literally when I said it was "classical" music.  I used the adjective "modern" to qualify it.  I meant that the quality was "classical" in nature.  In fact I heard a symphony orchestra and chorus perform it on stage years ago. 

Quote from: CBStew on August 20, 2020, 02:40:49 PM
Now I am being plagued (no irony intended) by a modern classical piece.  I cannot remember the name or the composer.  It is the one with the gigantic choral group.  I think it was the theme music in a movie about a guy who goes off to a South American jungle.  Help!

No. It is not the soundtrack of "The Mission"  which starred De Niro and Jeremy Irons.

Now I am being plagued (no irony intended) by a modern classical piece.  I cannot remember the name or the composer.  It is the one with the gigantic choral group.  I think it was the theme music in a movie about a guy who goes off to a South American jungle.  Help!

They are having difficulties coming up with a non-racist, neutral name for the former R-dskins  team that plays in Washington D.C.  Since that is the capitol of the United States  how about  "The Capitolists".   It has no political or economic connotation, since that would be "The Capitalists".  Although that may be a more accurate name.

According to my daily newspaper (actually it is the San Francisco Chronicle so that description is subject to challenge) baseball starts tomorrow.  At least a facsimile of baseball starts tomorrow.  The stands will be empty, unless you count the cardboard cutouts of facsimile fans and piped in crowd noise to be fans.  The record books for the 2020 season will be loaded with asterisks and footnotes.  But I give the owners their due.  Their need to continue to stuff their wallets gives the rest of us some diversion from this horrible year.