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| Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks: The Logos presents Baseball! And by Baseball we mean The Red Sox. So this month we indulge in the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, the gentle touch of your father's hand upon your shoulder during a backyard game of catch. You haven't felt this way since The Polo Grounds closed in Brooklyn and Duffy McGrit hit that dinger in aught eight. So cowboy up and leave you cliches at the door: The Logos selects you for a pick-up game -- of the mind! |
We're mad as hell and we're not going to take it any more! Unless there's something really funny on TV! We may hate bloggers, but that won't stop us from blogging. The Logos: hypocrites since 2002. Newest: Finding Your Inner Hard Core Sox Fan By Orion Smith |
Remember the eighties? Remember wearing Hypercolor so people would touch you? Remember the MasterCard Priceless Edge Contest? Remember The Alamo? The Maine? Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule? Newest: The Day the Magic Dyed By Gravy Train |
We finally went out and got cultured this month. We have a story by John Hough, a rollicking play by one Jesse Weaver, and the return of the "Pimp Rabbit Art" that has caused so many babies to turn up dead. Newest: Excerpt from a Forthcoming Novel By John Hough Jr. |
 There's been a lot of talk about Jesus recently. But probably none of that talk has been focused on the so-called "Automaton Theory." Nor has it uncovered the link to Michael Jackson and vaseline. Luckily The Logos completes the circle. Newest: Easter Automata By Ian Ingram |