Water Water everywhere, and Boy does my Team Stink

Is this a succinct metaphor for the Mets franchise? An illustration of beach muscle frivolity? The final nail in the Hardy-style V-neck coffin? Regardless, I hope someone got Keith an Aquafina immediately after this, so he could rail a caterpillar, rip off the bottle top with his teeth, and leap from the broadcast booth into the stands in an explosion of jock aggression and cheap hair dye.

HT to Mike D

Meet the Toy Dorks

Cool (if not a bit precious) tale of how toy figures are made…apparently they’re hand-sculpted by two awkward men and one relatively hot woman who surely comprise one of the more unique love triangles out there…what with all the castings and lathes and such.