Weirdest. Game. Ever.

Last night. Angels and Dodgers at Dodger Stadium.

The Angels don't allow a hit.

The Dodgers win.

When Vin Scully and Joe Torre both say they've never witnessed anything like it... you know it's weird.

(Yes, the articles are saying that it's happened four previous times in modern major league history -- but it doesn't count until Vin calls it.)

And people wonder why I love baseball.

(Insert Your Favorite Dirty Word Here)

George Carlin.

*sniffle*

I was going to write some soppy thing about how much the guy meant to me and mine, but, frankly, I'm too drained. Instead, I'll just note that when I logged into my MySpace account tonight, all 10 bulletins displayed on my front page were from different people cursing George Carlin's death. Which is pretty insert-your-favorite-dirty-word-here-ing impressive, in a weird way.

Why I'm Not Bothering With Daytime Emmy Picks This Year

The Daytime Emmy voting system is whack.

The Academy keeps trying to fix it, I'll give them back. But this year's scheme - a longer list of pre-nominations from each show; voters theoretically trying to watch up to 30 submissions reels while cranking out a new hour-long show every day -- lends itself to the very bloc voting which the tweaks have been decided to prevent. Remove the final step of a panel to judge the top five vote-getters in each category, and you have a free-for-all.

I understand why the Academy is trying something different. Given the number of gazillion-nominee categories and ties for the statuettes, it's clear that they've been having a hard time getting enough people to commit to judging. I don't have any suggestions, but if I did, the current system would be nowhere on my list.

So, if you're one of the few people out there who still care about the Daytime Emmys -- or Daytime in general -- just keep in mind that the nominees are the top five vote-getters from the preliminary round. Quality of submissions will play into it, but I suspect that so will popularity, longevity, and memories of who bought which round of drinks last year.

Still, I'm nothing if not compulsive, and I have to see how this latest fiasco turns out. Setting DVR now. The sartorial fiascos alone should be worth the drive space.

Weather Report

In case those of you who live in other states were wondering, there have been no reports of fire or brimstone hailing down on California since Monday at 5:01 pm. Despite what the self-appointed moral guardians of America would have us believe, there have been no unusual clusters of lightning strikes, hails of frogs, or total darkness.

In fact, if one would like to use the weather as an indication of their particular divinity's stance on California allowing same-sex marriage, one would have to assume that said divinity is pretty darn happy. Across the state, we're having nothing but gorgeous weather.

Those who believe that said divinity wants them to be financially successful might wish to have a gander at economic projections, which predict that same-sex marriages will add hundreds of millions of dollars to the state economy, in both wedding and tourism sectors.

The only slightly troubling sign has been George Takei and his new husband flashing the "live long and prosper" salute at every interview. I suppose it's appropriate under the circumstances, but it's still a little disconcerting to see it coming from Mr. Sulu.

Our Short, Localized Nightmare Is Over

Meet TACKAY: The Apple Currently Known As Yolanda. Why Yolanda? Why not Yolanda? It's just a placeholder until I get to know my electronic problem child a little better.

And a problem child, she's been, to the point where anthropomorphizing is absolutely appropriate.

I should have had a clue when I found her in the "refurbished MacBook" section of the Apple site. (Yeah, I got a plain old MacBook. I would have loved to splurge on a MacBook Pro, but given my current circumstances, it seemed wiser to leave the extra room on my Visa Of Last Resort.) All of my laptops have been refurbished rescues, and Yolanda's predecessors have been so grateful to have a new, permanent home that they were little cooperative angels right off the bat.

Not this one.

Perhaps I should be proud that my new bag o' chips managed to come up with a problem that -- judging from Google, Apple tech support and a bevy of Apple Geniuses -- no other MacBook has ever had. (Post-data migration, the built-in keyboard and trackpad weren't recognized, though an external mouse was. No, it doesn't make sense.)

After a series of daily visits to the Apple Store, and lots of experimentation, we're finally set. I think.

So, please feel free to resume normal communication methods. Now, back to whatever I was, or wasn't, doing before all this happened. Um... yay?

Stuff Happens, And Continues To Happen: Computer Edition

Given that I'm an unemployed geek who's been relying on her laptop to look for gigs, beef up her portfolio, gain some new skills, kvetch about recruiters, and generally keep up with stuff while she's down with what seems to be bronchitis, what is approximately the last thing I need right now?

Right. Rose's computer, RIP.

Now that I've regrouped from my meltdown, I need to figure out whether it's more cost-effective to replace the logic board or charge a new computer. In the meantime, I'll be quasi-offline. I can check email via my phone, but if you need to get in touch with me in the next couple-few days, you'd be better off calling or texting.

Thanks. Love ya, smooches, etc.

(So, uh, anyone have a spare laptop?)