Because I have readers in my FList who are interested in comic books, readers who are interested in gay pride, readers who are interested in Rainbow Brite, and, I hope, readers who are interested in all three at once.

I can't believe they can't find distribution for this surefire masterpiece.

I think that I might be coming around to Orel Hershiser. The Met killer (and, briefly, the Met) has always irked me with his cockiness, condescension, wily sinker-curveball repertoire, dugout hymnsong and, recently, his Keith Olberman eyeglasses. Worse than all that? He sent his kid to the St. Mark's snooty school in Dallas. There should be no forgiveness.

And, yet, he's a professional gambler, even though he is super rich and famous. That's definitely worth something. So's the fact that he audibly irks his ESPN co-announcers, Dan Shulman and Steve Phillips, to the point where they make risque puns on his name. (Seriously.)

And then there was last night's Mets game on ESPN (don't ask how it ended), during which Hershiser annoyed dumb-as-rocks Steve Phillips by describing the neuroscience behind the change-up. (It turns out that your brain can't locate your ring finger and pinky in space as easily as it can your index and middle finger. That makes throwing an accurate circle change, which relies on the pinky and ring fingers for its spin, very difficult.) It launched the following exchange:

Phillips: And here I am saying that we should teach kids the change-up, but it sounds way too complicated for me. So would you say that [neuroscience keyword that Hershiser had just used] was why I couldn't hit the change up?

Hershiser: You couldn't hit the change up because of your hand-eye coordination.

Zing! Edutainment!

Did I miss the memo where "up" became a verb?

Jorge Ben!

Johan Santana is 1-0. This whole "bullpen" thing seems to be working for the Mets.

Dudes and dudines, I know that I'm always sounding like an unfrozen caveman when I'm like "don't tell me anything about BSG because I am only on season 2" or "this New Order, wow, it sounds modern." But I saw the Anthony Bourdain show for the first time last night, and it is great.

I have this weird mental block where I am unable to conceive of electronic music* as old. Never mind the fact that it's been around since the 1920s. But New Order is nearly thirty years old now, and it still sounds like today's music to me. This must be how the Beatles sounded to my mom 25 years ago. Fuck.

*Purely electronic music, as opposed to electroacoustic or electromechanical.

Sang "Happy Birthday" to Ruth Bader Ginsburg last night at my friend's Law Day thing. She gave an account of the everyday on the Court. It was like a Jane Austen novel but with Antonin Scalia. Note: Ginsburg's husband writes hilarious form letters.

Secret Service was grouped outside the women's restroom as I made my way to the men's. "She's coming out," they said to each other. Ginsburg is shorter than you probably even guessed.

If I hear the word "Twitter" once more this week, I am going to vomit on the person who said it. Count me among the fogeys who don't understand why the fuck this thing is popular.