Things you couldn't care less about: Obligatory fantasy update

If you take over first place in a fantasy league where nobody's really participating, does it make a sound? Does it resonate with anybody at all? Or is everybody in this league really that bad? And how bad am I for having spent a majority of this season struggling to catch a guy who hasn't made a single adjustment to his roster since the draft day when he picked his team?

Before you begin pondering that litany of questions, however, let me remind you what my roster originally looked like back on the eve of April. And this was my attitude less than three weeks into the season. And now? Well ...:

The Braves' Second Quarter: A fortnight later

Halfway through the 2010 season, the Bravos are were making me look pretty smart—if you ignore that aside from the gimme pick of the Yankees, all my other division picks are still waiting to make their move, I guess.

But, hey—ain't no complainin' when we've got some OutKast in the house, there's a little bit of fun hazing going on, and the team tied a streak that sure makes me feel pretty good about that World Series pick. Yep, it sure does seem like Bobby's determined to go out on top this year.

After ending the first quarter of this year's campaign by being one game over .500 instead of one game under, Hotlanta quietly went about some consistent ass-kicking this past second quarter:

Just a thought (or two): Summer Disclaimer

As you may have noticed, we're nearing a month since my last post here at BMC. Oh sure, I've got plenty of stuff I've been meaning to put up here, but as the old saying goes, "The road to the Cell is paved with good intentions."

I feel that before I get back to posting the usual blathering and just adding in a bunch of repetitive apologies, I could just admit right now that summertime has not been a peak time for posting since the inaugural year of this blog for a variety of reasons—first and foremost being that, well, it's the fucking summer and I should be getting out of the house.

That's not to say there's been a real bevy of memorable activity this summer, as—keeping with another fine recurring BMC theme—I've been spending most of my time frantically searching for work since losing my job some time around Valentine's Day. I suppose I could get excited about certain interviews or whine about calls not being returned, but in all honesty, I just don't see the point. There's been some progress and signs of hope in recent weeks, and we'll leave it at that until there's actually an offer.

And as you can probably guess, having no job (as well as no driver's license—not to mention that this is all while living in your parents' basement) effectively translates to no interest* from the ladies either my current disbelief about some very good fortune as well as not wanting to jinx my chances with the one girl I'm interested in and am still awestruck would be interested in me*. So cue my theme song, I guess.