Odds 'n' ends

Air bubbles in the Watery Grave Invitational: Author Michael Moreci has excused himself from the competition. In accordance with my initial post on this contest, I drew one more name from the salad bowl hat and Keith Rawson has accepted the challenge. Keith is just coming off a week of R'n'R, so it's a little scary what his creative brain has had time to conjure.

Order the pizza - and plenty of it - early tomorrow; make sure the beer is stocked; take the phone off the hook at 7:45 pm; disconnect the doorbell: It's UGH USC vs OSU at 8 pm on ESPN. Go Bucks!

Belated congrats to Derek Jeter. That's some accomplishment, tying surpassing the great Lou Gehrig for career hits as a Yankee. Especially since no one (at this time) is thinking about putting an asterisk beside his name because of steroids. But even if they someday make a movie about Jeter, I doubt it could ever be anywhere near as wonderful as The Pride of the Yankees. A film that garnered 11 Oscar noms and took one of the statuettes home, that's tough to beat. And besides, they don't make'em like Gary Cooper any more.

If there's a better place in Columbus to get a gyro than The Gyro Shoppe, somebody better tell me now. Those ice-cold dolmades don't do anything for me, but the gyros are superb. And I never turn down baklava.

I'm finally getting out to support the arts a little next weekend. Little Theatre Off Broadway is staging The Importance of Being Earnest. Not my favorite of Oscar Wilde's work (that laurel goes to one of his poems, The Ballad of Reading Gaol), but I've never seen a live performance of it beyond the high school level. I have high hopes and low expectations.

And thanks to He Who Shall Be Nameless for Revolver remastered. I can't stop listening.