Heading to the Phillies ball game, so I’m leaving you with a few things to mull over.

• Remember Biosphere 2? Here’s a short video interview with Jane Poynter, who was in the Biosphere for two years. I remember being fascinated about this thing as a teenager. I want to read this Poynter’s about being in there.
• Speaking of baseball, have you read Richard Rys story in this months Philly Mag about the secretive owners of the Phillies? Pretty interesting.
• There is some sort of controversy at the ballpark in Seattle about two lesbians getting in trouble for kissing in the stands. Yada.Yada. Yada. Whatever. But then listen to this: Guerrero denied she and her date were groping each other, saying that along with eating garlic fries, they were giving each other brief kisses. What? Kissing between bites of garlic fries? Now that’s disgusting. They should have been kicked out for that
• Finally, here’s a few of my Kerri Lee blurbs from the past few days: A write up about Chuck Barris, a recap of weird news, and I ask what the best TV show of all time is.

• Quizmaster Chris vs. Big Daddy Graham. Currently one regular segment features him (Big Daddy) telling the Greater Philadelphia area what snack he’s going to eat, and then we all get to hear him chew it. I swear I’m not making that up. Orson Welles is clearly not running things over there.
• Bill Clinton vs. Vanity Fair.: “[He’s] sleazy,” he said referring to Purdum. “He’s a really dishonest reporter. And one of our guys talked to him . . . And I haven’t read [the article]. But he told me there’s five or six just blatant lies in there. But he’s a real slimy guy,” the former president said.
• Dick Cheney vs. West Virginia. (Note to West Virginia: lighten up.)
• Rick’s Steaks vs. The Reading Terminal Market.

Long before this whole Alycia Lane debacle broke out, Larry Mendte took a few moments to talk to johnnygoodtimes.com readers about the false rumors his dad spread about watching TV in the dark, bananas in the fridge, and the ghosts at the General Wayne Inn. Incidentally, JGT’s attempts to make Lane jealous by writing for Kerri-Lee’s blog (today: I pay homage to Chuck Barris) have been entirely unsuccessful.

I posted some of the World’s Strangest things on the Kerri Lee blog today. I highly recommend the link to the world’s strangest mating rituals.

The neuroscience of optical illusions.

Happy birthday to the Beaver, Jerry Mathers. Here’s a clip from Good Morning America last year where they interviewed all of the surviving members of the cast.

Oh, and it looks like Hillary is dropping out of the race.

I was just sitting here, with CNN on in the other room, and the news woman said, “Houston we have a problem…with the plumbing.” Something about the space shuttle, but who cares. The point is that “Houston we have a problem” is the hackiest, lamest cliche ever, and I see and hear it constantly. Just watch, the next time the Phils play the Astros, if we lose, the Inquirers headine will read, “Houston, We Have a Problem.” This drives me insane. I swear, people (especially newscasters and newspapers) use this line all the time and it makes me nutty. It’s not funny, it’s not original, it’s just stupid. What tv and newspaper cliches get you angry?

Chip is gonna be on the Ministry of Secret Jokes show tonight at Fergie’s. Went to the last one. Took a little warming up to get into it, because I came in late, but it turned out to be pretty hilarious. Starts at 9 p.m. Here’s some more info courtesy of Phawker.

Couple of things of note on the Kerri Lee site. First up, a bit more of a write up on the trip to Intercourse, including some photos. Second, if you missed this weeks quiz, I highly suggest you take the FOX or crap round. I posted it on Kerri Lee’s blog. I think it’s a pretty great 50/50 round.

In honor of Sir Arthur COnan Doyle’s 149th birthday, I suggest you read a Sherlock Holmes short story or two. A couple of my favorites are The Adventure of the Speckled Band and The Adventure of the Dancing Men. I suspect most of you went through a Sherlock Holmes phase at some point. If you didn’t, do yourself a favor and read these stories. After these two, you’ll be hooked. And even if you have read them, it’s probably been years. Do yourself a favor and read them again. They are no less brilliant the second time around. Conan Doyle rocks.

Growing up in Virginia, this guy’s commercials would regularly show up during daytime programming, and they were amazing (His office is in Hampton Roads). Watch the horrific accidents going on in the background as he talks. This was not a satire. This was an actual commercial. And he had plenty of others just as horrific. My mom called one time to complain, and they hung up on her. Oh, and I’ll give you one guess as to where Lowell “The Hammer” grew up? That’s right. New Jersey.