go yeti

I have become frighteningly, disturbingly obsessed with playing this. Over. And. Over. Again. The furthest that I've hit the penguin is 320 feet (or meters, whatever the measurement is). I'm not entirely sure where the appeal lies: the mindless repetition, the baseball angle, the "I like to hit things; do I need anger management?" issue, or the fact that the yeti is a big lefty (sing it to the tune of "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" by the Ramones).

I may need anger management therapy if the subway system continues to be screwed up. Now the MTA is backing away from its original story that a homeless man caused the fire that caused all the damage to the A/C transit hub over the weekend. Instead of blaming the homeless they should be blaming the assholes with the multimillion dollar salaries who run the system. (Where, exactly, does all the MTA's money go? Not into revamping, protecting, or even maintaining its antiquated systems, that's for sure.)