Or, How the Libertine Got Its Groove back.

So, I haven't updated since monday. Reasons include...

• Not enough news. It's the November Doldrums.
  
• Sickness. I was all kinds of messed up. Technicolor yawns abounded.
  
• Too much work. Writing and working on bugs and... and... ugh.
  
• Laziness. Duh.
  

But I think I have enough to make this a half-way decent post to set you guys up through the weekend. So, in the words of Samuel L., hold onto your butts.

Dutch's Q&A is up on the official site. She's playing in Belgium right now, and while not dealing with mounting tensions between the Walloons and the Flemish, she is answering such questions as "Which part of Manhattan do you live in during the season" and "Which stores do you shop in". Yeah, it's fluff, but if you dig the Dutchness of Dutch like I do, go Dutch and dutch it out. Dutch.

That doesn't make any sense. I'm sorry.

The US National team began their tour of colleges by beating up the Terps on Wednesday, 90-73. Moore was out due to a sore knee, but should play soon. Keep on praying, children!

The Libs have baby photos up. Aw, dey ar soooo cuuuuuute! Wook at der widdle cheeks! Snoogy-woogy babadoodoo!

Saturday's Janel McCarville's birthday. Give three cheers or send her an email through the Libs' site.

AROUND THE LEAGUE...

The WNBA Site has this up on their site. It's about the back-door pass. Now, that isn't all that interesting, but I included it because, when I saw it, my mind construed that statement in several different ways. None of them turned out to be correct.

Carolyn Jenkins is the new Director of Player Personal for the league. In a nutshell, she runs all the camps, try-outs, inter-player communications, and makes sure things are purring on the low end of player business. So, if you have a dream of strutting onto the court at MSG and suiting up for the Libs, Jenkins is the woman to talk to.

The Storm are staying put... for now. A court ruled that the new owners of the Storm (and Sonics) cannot go to arbitration to release them from their lease early. That doesn't mean that Clay and his band of weasels won't somehow ferret their way out of the Key and into Oklahoma, but it cools the engines of their moving vans a bit. Stay sharp, lads and lasses. Stay sharp.

That's all I got for now. Keep it real, those few who stuck through my most recent absence. I'll see y'all on Monday.

See ya, Space Cowboy...