Bachelor Party!!!!

Emily is Las Vegas for the weekend. As I have blogged about before, when she's gone, I see what I can do to re-live the bachelor days, but end up being really bored and missing my wife. I did have a pizza and potato chips for dinner last night and watched the Timberwolves on TV, and that was very satisfying.

Today I found a way to take of advanage of being Emily-less. I picked a movie she would be reluctant to go to. I had at my disposal 21 Grams and Monster. But I chose to be in Las Vegas spiritually with Emily and opted for The Cooler.

Good movie with some great acting. William H. Macy, Maria Bello, and (no joking) Alec Baldwin all played characters that really suck you in. The script depended on quality acting, or it would have been run-of-the-mill. I say they pulled it off. As an aside Ron Livingston (the male lead from Office Space) also has a big role, but I couldn't stop thinking of his role as an Initech stiff, so I couldn't take him seriously.

One more thing: it really made Las Vegas look like a depressing city, making it a little easier to forget that I'm missing out on all the fun Emily and Co. are having in Las Vegas.

One More Reason To Get Cable

"Currently Residing In The Where Are They Now File...."

The quote is from Spinal Tap and VH1 has opened the "Where Are They Now File" on 80s bands like Flock of Seagulls and Frankie Goes to Hollywood. They have a show called Bands Reunited where bands like these get together for one more concert. It sounds like pure genius.

Click here to read a story about the show. If you grew listening to 80s pop (or were subjected to it), the story is worth reading.

Incidentally, the very first concert I went to was Flock of Seagulls, but this was two or three years after "I Ran" was a hit. My sister took me because she knew one of the guys in the warm-up band. I remember feeling sad for the band, trying to rock out at an all-ages show in some shitty San Antonio bar. It was kind of pathetic, the way the lead singer still had his ridiculous hair-cut, trying to hold onto the past.

I have one small "Frankie Goes To Hollywood" memory. I was at a sleepover at my friend's house in 7th grade when my friend's neighbor came over to hang out with us for awhile. He was our age and said if I wanted to, I could get my hair cut like the lead singer of "Frankie Goes To Hollwood."




Back then I had KICK ASS long hair that I thought made me look like a rock star, even thought it really made me look like a girl. But I didn't know this, and I was insulted he wanted me to go for the Frankie Goes To Hollywood look. So I told him "Yeah I could go for that look, if I was a fag." At which point my friend said, "Dude be cool. That's his favorite band." At the time I felt bad for insulting the guy. Now I feel bad about using the word "fag." I wonder when I last used that term without irony.

Andy Roddick Sets Record Fastest Serve Ever

Click here for the story.

150 miles-per-hour (241 kph for you Brits). Pretty impressive, I admit. But is it good for the game? Is watching a guy get aced with a 150 mph serve that much cooler than watching him get aced with a 140 mph, or even 130 mph?


Image from BBC Sports Academy

At the risk of sounding like an old-fogie, I miss the good old days of tennis, when Jimmy Connors and John McEnroe went at it, John McEnroe and Bjorn Borg went at it, and even when Ivan Lendl and Matts Wilander faced off.

Pete Sampras was so dominant for so long and no one cared. But people wondered why no one cared. The predominat theory was that Sampras just didn't have the emotion or charisma to grab people's attention, but that's bullshit. Granted he was a bit stoic, but he was a good-looking, very articulate guy. I think no one cared because tennis (especially men's tennis) has gone to the shitter with the lightweight, over-sized racquets. Also, the athletes are bigger and stronger. The sport has turned into a pissing contest, rather than a game of finesse and strategy.

That's why Roger Federer is my favorite men's player playing today. He is the last of the Mohicans, in terms of a men's tennins players who can play with grace and finesse in this era of speed and power.

And look at how the Williams sisters took over the women's game: through speed and power. It won't be long until the women's game is as boring to watch as the men's.

Very rarely do I think sports should keep from evolving, but I do often think the game of tennis would be better off if it went old school. Bring back the rallies and the serve and volley at the net, even if it means making players use wooden racquets again.

By the way, if anyone wants to learn how to serve like Roddick, click here.

Robot Parade

And just in time for Valentine's Day!!!!

The Science Museum of Minnesota next exhibit is "Robots and Us." It opens February 11th. Second to Matt the Hatt, I don't know of anyone else who likes robots as much as Emily and I do. This is going to rule.

Click here for the link.

Winter Cleaning

I have updated the links on the left, if'n anyone cares.

And if anyone gives a shit, I posted another list on my self-indulgent Top Five blog. Of course aren't all blogs self-indulgent by nature?

Spurs Rule

As if last year's NBA title wasn't enough, here's more evidence. ESPN ranked all the pro hockey, football, basketball, and baseball teams based on seven categories and the Spurs came out as the #1 franchise.

Click here to read why the Spurs rule.

Or, to see the rankings of all the teams and where your team is ranked, click here.

This Blog Endorses...

John Edwards for President. I know I look like one of the rats jumping off the Howard Dean ship. But those of you who have heard me spout my views about this year's horse race know that I supported Dean's grassroots momentum and his stand against Bush, much more than I supported him as a candidate.

If your #1 criteria for a Presidential candidate is one who could beat Bush, the Edwards, and not Kerry, is your man. He can appeal to a lot of disgruntled independents and moderate conservatives in ways that Kerry cannot. He has a positive message but can still has the guts to go after Bush. So there you have it. See you at the February John Edwards meet-up.

Breast Super Bowl Ever!!!

I need to add my two cents about "Janet If Your Nasty" and her mammary gland that was part of last night's Super Bowl halftime show.

We missed the entire thing. I was over at Emily's relatives' house and we chose, in advance, not to watch shitty Kid Rock, shitty P Diddy, and shitty Janet If Your Nasty. Instead we watched a videotape of the 1992 Super Bowl halftime show, I'm shitting you negative.

Context here might help. The '92 Super Bowl (Bills/Redskins) was in Minneapolis and Emily's sister was in the halftime show so her family taped it. She played cello while Gloria Estefan sang. Later in the show, Emily's sister also ran around with balloons rigged with explosives, which she ultimately detonated.

And by balloons rigged with explosives I don't mean Janet Jackson's breast, I mean, well, balloons rigged with explosives.

But I digress. Back to my point. While we were watching the 1992 show we couldn't believe how freaking corny everything was. Gloria Estefan did wear some tight clothes (imagine a rated G dominatrix outfit), but that was it. It was like watching Laurence Welk (sp?). Before I even heard about Janet's escaping nipple, I commented how in such a short time (12 years) the Super Bowl show has evolved from corny shit to pathetic Cinemax shit.

Twelve years ago, the halftime show included an inflatable Frosty the Snowman dancing while a bunch of white Minnesotans rapped "Go Frosty! Go Frosty Go!!" Last night Justin Timerblake told a worldwide audience "Gonna have you naked by the end of this song!" and then ripped off some of Janet Jackson's clothes. How did this happen in just 12 years?

The DC Derby

Yesterday the latest Newsweek and Sports Weekly issues came in my mailbox. The former had Kerry and the Iowa caucus on the cover and the latter had the two starting quarterbacks for this weekend's Super Bowl.

Newsweek had the following on its cover:
'BRING IT ON'
Kerry's Hard Charge
Could He Beat Bush?

and
Dean's New 'Decaf' Strategy

Sports Weekly offered the following:
Dynasty (the New England Patriots) vs. Destiny (the Carolina Panthers)
Analysis, K's and O's, Matchup

and
'WE'RE GOING TO THUMP IT'
Re-energized Giambi says Yankees will storm the fences again

Fair enough, but look how easily we could swap the headlines for the two magazines!!!!

Sports Weekly could have easily been the following...

'BRING IT ON'
Carolina's Hard Charge
Could They Beat New England?

and
The Patriots New 'Decaf' Strategy

Meanwhile, it's reasonable to imagine the following on the Newsweek cover:

Dynasty (George Bush) vs. Destiny (John Kerry)
Analysis, K's and O's, Matchup

and
'WE'RE GOING TO THUMP IT'
Re-energized Rove says Bush will storm the fences again

Are you with me on this? Am I the only one who is sick and tired of the way politics (and elections in particular) are treated like horse races, Super Bowls, and reality TV?

Until He Came Around I Just Pulled the Plug Out of the Wall

David Bradley retired from IBM today. You may not know who he is, but you surely have taken advantage of his handywork (pun intended). He is the inventor of the "CTRL+ALT+DEL" command. We've all used it to escape a frozen computer. No word yet if Mr. Bradley will invent a "CTRL+ALT+DEL" command to let native Texans escape a frozen Minnesota. As an aside, I propose Minnesota change its motto to "What's cooler than being cool?" Say that reminds me, what is the Minnesota motto? But I digress.

Click here for an editorial on Mr. Bradley's legacy.

Seen from A Different Light

Mi amigo Matt the Hatt already blogged a little about Matt Savage, jazz pianist for the Matt Savage Trio. His fame has spread to a lot of the news and morning shows, and he has also performed at the New Orleans Jazz Festival and with several famous musicians like Shawn Colvin. The catch being that he is 11 years-old and diagnosed with autism. Click here for his homepage.

There are also a couple art sites worth checking out. Jessica Park is 45 years-old and has no formal art training. Click here to see some of her prints.

And finally, there is Justin Canha, age 14. Click here to see his site.

High Fives All Around

For anyone who cares, I am going to try and get my top five list blog up and running again. I just updated for the first time since early November. Click here to see the latest entry, Top Five Strangest Sports.

Exercising the Occipital Lobe

It's so very cold in Minnesota right now and today is the first day I have felt strep-free enough to actually go running. So being unable to do any aerobic exercise this weekend, I opted to work out my visual cortex by seeing Lost In Translation (yeah, I know it came out like 4 months ago) and The Triplets of Belleville. Both were a visual joy ride.

I really liked Lost In Translation. Bill Murry kicks ass. It's interesting how I won't sense the effect a movie is having on me while I'm watching it. I sensed my baseline, low-level depression while watching the Lost In Translation characters search for ways out of their boxes. But when the credits were rolling I was already thinking of the errands Emily had to do. Little did I know that I'd still be thinking about this movie over 24 hours later.

Any chronic, low-grade depression I felt watching Lost In Translation was remedied by The Triplets of Belleville. Go see it, even if you are not into animation. It was visually intoxicating. I loved the angular boats, cities, and skylines and there is a dog in the movie that is second to maybe Gromit in terms of loyalty and, well, animated devotion. It's a movie, for eye candy alone, that I would go see again. In an era of Pixar and other CGI, I felt a sense of nostalgia seeing a movie animated solely using line drawings.

Click here to visit the movie's homepage.

I Need Some Help

from the three of you people that read this blog. Today we were driving home from breakfast and a car didn't come to a complete stop in from of Emily and me. This irked Emily a bit and all I could say was "Hollywood stop." Which got me to thinking, what is the origin of Hollywood stop? I did a google serach and found one page that defined the term for me (something I already knew), but gave no etimology. Click here for the link (it's a random and quasi-adequate collection of vernacular).

All other pages I found were for websites criticizing Hollywood, as:

"Hollywood, stop bashing Arabs!"
"Hollywood, stop reading fictitious scripts!"
"Hollywood, stop making fun of Indians!"

You get the idea. So now I know what a lot of people want Hollywood to stop doing, but I still don't know where the driving term "Hollywood stop" came from.

Can anyone help me?

Streptual Healing

We're having one of those cold snaps where every member of the service industry reminds you to stay warm. Yesterday the clerks at Subway, the gas station, Walgreen's, and Starbucks all told me to "stay warm," all over my lunch hour.

This morning I started the car up and it gave an "Are you fucking crazy?" noise for about five seconds before finally turning over. Then I turned on the lights and the car gave gasp, like it was doing one last push-up after doing 49 of them. But then it settled down.

And through it all, I found out Wednesday morning that I've been walking around with strep throat for the last 13 days. Whoops. To my knowledge, I've never had strep before (or at least been diagnosed with it). So I lost my strep virginity. My reaction? It's overrated. I waited 32 years and that was it? Why do people make such a big deal out of it? Strep strep strep. It's in the magazines and movies like it's the greatest thing ever. It's just a little sore throat. Hell I had it for 13 days and didn't even know. So I've lost my strep virginity. Big deal. I don't feel any different than before (well, noy anymore, thanks to amoxicillin).

Next time someone offers me some strep I'll just tell them, "No thanks. I aready have a headache." I'd much rather curl up in bed with a good book than lie in bed having strep!

My Take On Dean

Everyone else has already written something about Howard Dean's free-fall in Iowa and his crash landing for a concession speech (YEEEAAAAAAA!). I'm not sure what the hell he was thinking but I can't imagine that he has any wind left in his sails. We'll see. Click here for more on his concession speech.

I supported Dean early on not because I thought he was the best man for the job, but because he was the one candidate with the gumption to openly criticize Bush. I thought that was cool and figured if he got enough momentum going, other Dems would realize they could do the same, instead of pussy footing around the Republican agenda like Lieberman has been doing for six months.

So basically, I was using him until a more mainstream candidate caught on to Dean's strategy and realized it's okay to be un-Bush. I'm not sold on any of these guys the way I liked Gore in 2000, but I like Edwards and Kerry a lot more now that they are going after Bush with both fists blazing.

And I also think with Dean's demise, the right wing pundits have shot themselves in the foot. Bloggers, journalists, and radio talk show hosts have ridiculed Dean for being angry and too far left, and they have mocked all Democrats for being irrational Bush haters. But if Dean doesn't make it past Super Tuesday (I doubt he will) all these Democrats that Rush, Drudge, and Co. have ridiculed will have spoken and said we don't want Howard Dean. That's not us. And if that happens, the right will have hung itself on its own words. If the Democrats pick and Edwards/Kerry "I Believe In America" over Dean's "YEEAAAAAAA!! Take back the White House!!" fire and brimstone, what is there to mock? What happened to the irrational, negative Bush haters?

Bush differentiated himself from Gore in 2000 by saying "My opponent believes in government, and I believe in the American people." Though probably not his own idea, that's good salesmanship (better than "You ain't seen nothin' yet."). Well the unDean Democrat that runs against Bush this time around can say, "I believe in America, and my opponent believes in scaring and scarring America." I think that would work.

By the way, Dean now reminds me of Gollum. In The Fellowship of the Ring, Gandalf tells Frodo, "I don't know what role Gollum will play if its for good or evil," but he is certain Gollum will be a key player in the ring's fate. True also for Dean. He has already done a lot of good, by pushing the mainstream candidates to criticize Bush and (by losing his lead in Iowa) showing that most Democrats are not the irrational angry bunch the right wing media loved to portray them as. But there will be new bearer of the ring, and we'll have to see how Dean will factor in the end.

Don't Cry For Me Texas

If you grew up in Texas in the 80s, your family had a tube of Jimmy Dean sausage in the fridge. Now I admit, Jimmy Dean Sausage hasn't crossed my mind in years. However, when I heard that bitch Sara Lee was dropping Jimmy Dean from its sausage line, I got a little sad and waxed nostalgic for the silver tube of 2 month old sausage in my family fridge (1983 vintage).




Breaking up is hard to do, but it looks like the country singer played a role himself in the demise of his relationship with Sara Lee. Granted, being 75 and a name from the past doesn't help, but neither does his attitude. For example,

Dean acknowledged he has resisted some advertising initiatives since Sara Lee bought his business.

"They wanted me to say some things, like 'Breakfast never sounded so good,'" he said. "Breakfast don't sound. If you want it to sound, you'd better put your hand in the skillet."

Click here for the whole story.

But I don't know why I feel so sad about all this. Jimmy's still a freaking bizillionaire. Maybe what's bothering me is that this is just one more example that you really never can go home again.

Bush In 41.2 Seconds

Emily already blogged about the link to MoveOn.org's Bush in 30 seconds ads, which most of the three of you that read this probably have seen already. But have you seen Bush in 41.2 seconds? Funny stuff, just not exactly work-safe (profanity). Click here for the link.

It appears that some conservatives slept through the satire section in 9th grade English. Just like some people back then really thought Jonathan Swift wanted us to eat babies when they read A Modest Proposal, there are many out there today who believe fans of the Bush in 41.2 Seconds ad think that "Bush is a flatulent pus bag" is a great argument in political discourse. Click here for the story.

You Can't Make It Up

So those of you with Wisconsin ties may tire of all the cheap shots that Minnesotans take at America's Dairyland. However, stories like 7-year-old gets stuck in stuffed animal game machine don't really help your cause.

Sure the Packers are in the playoffs this weekend while the Vikings stay at home, but at least the state of Minnesota made it through the week without having to call 9-1-1 to pull a kid out of a stuffed animal machine.


Image from The Chippewa Herald


It took the fire department and a locksmith to get the tyke out. The story doesn't mention whether or not the rescue workers first tried to grab the kid using the crane inside the game (or many quarters they wasted in the process).

Click here for the whole story.

The Doctor Is In part II

Having attempted to tackle the timely flu-season advice of feeding fevers and starving colds, I thought it might be time to tackle another piece of timely, er, medical advice. Seeing as how New Year's Eve is upon us, I thought I might see what Google.com might have to say about the drunken old wife's tale, "Liquor then beer, in the clear in the clear; beer then liquor, never sicker."

I thought maybe webmd.com might have something to say about this, but now I figure their advice is probably the best: don't drink to excess. Well, we'll see how well everyone follows through with that advice. But that's beside the point. I want to know where this oft-quoted piece of advice came from and if there is actually any basis to it.

At the risk of being an enabler, a website named www.all-about-hangovers.com explores this myth and others ( click here for the link).

Or, for those who really need an enabler, I should hook you up with a guy I knew in college, we'll call him "Fred," who was wont to say, "Liquor then beer, in the clear; beer then liquor, you're still okay." No word out there from webmd or any enabler drinking sites if this is indeed sound advice. Also no word as to whatever happened to "Fred."

Grown-Ups Do The Darndest Things

Today at work I asked a 6 year-old kid what his family's plans were for New Year's. You know, making small talk with the kids is my specialty. Anyway, he asked, "Why do we do stuff on New Year's?" So we talked about how the calendar worked and that going from December to January is a big deal.

"I know all that," he said, "But why do we celebrate it?"

I was silenced for a change. "I have no fucking clue why we celebrate it," is what I wanted to say. Instead I told him, "It's like celebrating your birthday, only we're celebrating 2004's birthday."

This was a terrible explanation and not logical. We'd have to be celebrating the equivalent of January's birthday for my explanation to have parallel logic. But he seemed satisfied with my answer or (more likely) bored with the topic and we moved on to bigger and better things, like how the Spurs rule and the Timberwolves drool.

So the kid moved on, but I could not. How the hell did New Year's celebrations originate? Click here for a dutiful uninspiring answer to this question. Why does it cross cultures? And what's the best way to explain to a 6 year-old why we make such a big deal out of New Year's Day? Or, more aptly, how do you explain to six year-old why, on Decemeber 31st, grown-ups will drink so much they act like 6 year-olds?

Damn, do I have a challenging job!

By the way, Emily and I are going to a wedding celebration tomorrow night for New Year's Eve. How cool is that? Then I'm off to San Francisco, bright and early on New Year's Day to visit with some college friends. Word.

The Doctor Is In

Emily was sick last week and did the typical sleep and decongestant routine. Then on day day two she decided to stop eating. Apparently she actually took to heart the whole "feed a fever, starve a cold" advice from I don't know when. Maybe from the same doctor who thought leeches were a dandy way to get disease out of the bloodstream.

Anyway Emily did indeed begin feeling better after starving herself. I guess she got this idea from me, since I mindlessly tell her "feed a fever..." henever she gets the sniffles. But did her health improve because of this baseless advice or simply because two days had past and she had been resting?

So I did some in-depth research (i.e. sat on my ass in front of the computer and went to Google. And as far as I can tell, not only is there no basis for "feed a fever, starve a cold," people are still trying to figure out if it's "feed a fever, starve a cold," or "feed a cold, strave a fever."

Click here for Cecil Adam's (of The Straight Dope fame) take on the issue.

Or Click here to see what some guy who claims to have THE TRUTH about Old Wives' Tales thinks about all this.

Or, for the more clinical-minded, click here for a more objective overview.

Pandora's Box

I have debated blogging about the whole Dru Sjodin media mob for awhile but felt it was in poor taste. But, now that I've been empowered by the comments of Angie and our Dairyland friends (see post below), I'm going to let it all fly. The proverbial can of worms has been opened.

I have to preface all this by a feel like a shithead being critical of any media attention to this story (overblow or otherwise). I do not want to even imagine what her fate is like. I cannot imagine her family's pain.

But (and here's where I become a shithead), why did her abduction get the lead story for two weeks? She was clearly a very attractive woman. You top it off with the fact that she was a clean-cut apple-pie girl who also happened to be a sorority girl who worked at Victoria's Secret, and people are going to pay attention. Her persona struck a chord with every slice of the midwest demographic. It's not as if the newspapers and TV stations are all to blame for this. The public was gobbling it up.

I am fine with all this, and more power to the Sjodin family for using the resources available to them (money, internet, TV, radio, newsprint...) to bring Dru home. I know I would do the same.

start rant here But what actually did piss me off was when Governor Tim Pawlenty used Dru's disappearence as an opportunity to try and reinstate the death penalty.

In the interest of full disclosure I should add that I am opposed to the death penalty for two main reasons: a) it only applies to poor people who can't get good lawyers and b) each person has his/her own definition of a crime worthy of execution. How dare we, as citizens, stand by as governors or judges play God and make the final call regarding a very subjective line between life and death. Oh yeah, and two wrongs don't make a right.


But I digress.

Even if I loved, LOVED, the capital punishment, Pawlenty's call for the death penalty after Dru Sjodin's disappearence is offensive. Why wasn't he calling for the execution of the murderers of Tyesha Edwards last November? So the loss of life when it's an attractive, white All-American college girl is worthy of the death penalty. But when an 11 year-old African-American girl is killed while doing her homework in her living room with her 6 year-old sister, her murderers don't deserve to die.

Like or not, this is exactly what Governor Pawlenty is saying when he brings up the death penalty before Dru Sjodin has even been found, and TWELVE FUCKING MONTHS after Tyesha Edwards was killed. It smacks of racism, classism, and sensationalism.

end rant here

Bottom line:

1. Dru Sjodin's story and her family's pain is terrible and awful. But the same is true for all the other abducted people like her that didn't end up with their pictures on the cover of People magazine.

2. Few things will get me off my ass to protest. But any movement to re-instate the death penalty is one of them.

Talking Heads

Two thoughts about the whole Saddam capture.

First of all, it's good. It's a great morale booster for the troops over there, but what it means beyond that remains to be seen. I have already begun tuning out all the analysis about what this will do to the region and the 2004 election. Time will tell. The only thing that interested me was someone saying that this is a golden opportunity for the Bush administration to get back the support of the UN and everyone else they pissed on over the past 18 months. But for the moment this isn't about Bush and the 2004 horse race. I'm just glad a bad guy got caught and will be brought to justice. Okay, one tyrant down, 234 to go.

Secondly, what ever happened to Dru Sjodin? On Saturday morning her disappearance was still the top, above-the-fold story in the Star Tribune. But now that Saddam is captured, it's like she never existed. It's things like this that makes it very easy to be cynical about the way news is packaged and sold.

Horseshit, Apple Butter, and the Presidency

Back in the day when I was a cook at a rural Iowa steakhouse, I had to work a 10 hour shift on Thanksgiving. We'd roast the turkey days in advance and carve the birds the night before and served everything family style for anyone in east central Iowa who wanted to fork over $25 a head for our "home cooking."

One year we ran out of turkey around 4:15 p.m., 45 minutes before we closed. So the owner, an old-German drunk, decided we'd have to serve processed turkey (the kind for sandwiches) and pass it as home cooked bird. The waitresses started raising all kinds of hell, yelling at us cooks as if this was our great idea.

Here is one conversation I remember:

Wendy: "Do you asshole fuck faces really expect us to send this crap out?"

Me: "And Happy Thanksgiving to you, too."

Wendy: "Go to hell."

When some customers first complained about the Carl Budding quality of our turkey, I got to go tell the owner. Here's how that conversation went:

Me: "A family out there says they know we're not sending real turkey out."

Owner (three sheets to the wind, one hand holding a drink, the other running the meat slicer): "Let me talk to them. They don't know horseshit from apple butter." Then he handed me his drink and walked into the dining area to lecture the customers, I guess about the difference between horseshit and apple butter in terms of texture, taste, origin, and ingredients.

Well, it looks like our President also believes we don't know the difference between horseshit and apple butter. Click here if, like me, you just learned that the turkey Bush was pictured serving to the troops was a fake turkey.

Just like rural Iowa diners know the difference between Carl Budding lunch meat and a 23 pound turkey, it looks like Americans know the difference between a bullshit photo op and a President who cares about the soldiers' who are making sacrifices he never had the courage (or financial need) to make.

Things That Torment me

It's an age-old debate for those who know me well, and it's one I still can't mentally put to rest. Which is more instrinsically funny, robots or bananas?


Sure bananas have the slapstick and phallic humor going for it (along with the banana-as-phone routine), but there is just something that is damn funny about classic robot comedy. You know, like an excited R2D2 spinning its head around and chirping. It's a tough call to make.



Image from www.toothpastefordinner.com

VS.

Image from www.abitmark.com

David Robinson and Tim Duncan Are Sports Illustrated's Sportsmen of the Year

Click here for the whole story.

Word.

And in the spirit of their sportsmanship, I'd like to add what the article didn't...

LAKERS SUCK ASS BULLION!!!!!!!!!

Salon and MoveOn Sittin' In A Tree...

If Fox News can report on Washington Post stories, I guess it's fair that Salon.com often covers the goings-on of MoveOn.org.

Anyway, Click here to read Salon's story about the Iraq movie we saw at Sunday night's MoveOn.org house party.

Taking the Filter Off

Unfiltered news is impossible, but it would be nice if we could news that is less filtered than what is on the networks, clear channel, and cable. Independent Media Center is a nice start.

Click here for the Twin Cities Independent Media website.

Or, click here for the homepage and scroll down. On the left you will find links to your hometown (or somewhere nearby) or country, for the blokes living across the pond.

Moving On

Tonight Emily and I went to a Moveon.org house party to watch a documentary about the Iraq War. The video was worthwhile but really didn't add any new information to my anti-Bush arsenal.

So I left the party wondering, what's the point? The documentary wasn't exactly unfiltered information and was basically preaching to the choir. For me, the video was just a damn good reason to get 40+ like-minded people (who don't know each other) in the same room and, if not mobilize, at least get energized.

I was able to connect with a professor from graduate school (whom I hadn't seen since I was in grad school) and I'm sure many other connections were made. And these connections and any momentum gained from the event made the whole party worthwhile. The movie was just a backdrop.

But this leads to another problem: rather than preach to the choir, how do you let the undecided or apathetic voters see your point of view without preaching to them? How do we open up the dialogue to everyone instead of just the liberal, urban elite that gather at these parties? Case in point: the Twin Cities had 14 parties. My hometown of San Antonio had two. And these two metro areas are relatively the same size.

We all gravitate to our comfort zones; it doesn't matter how conservative, liberal, or apathetic we are. We all tend to bunker down in our social circles and agree with one another, rather than consider an opposing view.

It's always been that way, I'm sure. But it seems that now, more than ever, this nation is becoming polarized and we're too busy shouting at one another from our bunkers on the right or left of center, and we're not listening to one another.

I don't know what the solution is, but I think the best thing Move On is doing for the country is pushing the left's point-of-view back into the mainstream. Whether or not this will help open the dialogue remains to be seen.

Those Crazy Bloggers

1. Go to Google.

2. Type in "miserable failure" (include the quotation marks)

3. Hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" tab.

Funny stuff. Click here to read about how people (mostly bloggers) manipulated Google's search engine to make this happen.

Jedi Wife Trick

There is a Seinfield episode where George insists he can break any girl down after three dates and she will fall for him, no matter how annoying he was the first two times. He likens himself to a commercial jingle; after hearing the Chili's theme song three times, it's stuck in your head.

I bring all this up because Emily was singing songs about donkey balls a few minutes ago, and by balls, yes, I mean testicles.

It just so turns out I have spent the last, I don't know, four years of our relationship, singing songs about donkey balls. In the past, Emily has ignored these songs or rolled her eyes. But tonight, she is singing a classic I have been singing for months: "I Can Show You My Donkey Balls" (set to the tune "I Can Show You the World" from Aladdin).

So either, like George Constanza, I have finally broken her down, or she was really affected by the giant penis mascot she saw in San Francisco.

And just to explain, it's not like I'm some freak with all this donkey balls business. It's just something to do while poking around on the web, waiting while on hold on the phone, driving in the car... Some people twiddle their thumbs, some tap their feet, I choose to sing about, well, donkey testicles. Wait, that is kind of weird.

I See Dead People

Okay, so maybe it didn't have as many twists and turns as The Sixth Sense, but I finished reading Life of Pi a few days ago and that book kicked me in the teeth quite a few times. I'm not in a book club, but after reading it, I wish I was.

"Dingo Ate Ya Baby?"

Maybe this belongs in an Oliver Sacks book, so I'll leave the grandstanding and philosophical diatribes to him. But a woman with a New York accent suffered a stroke and began speaking with a British accent, even though she'd never been to England or used such an accent before. Click here to read more about Foreign Accent Syndrome. Of course, it's extremely rare; but it seems the rarer the neurological disorder, the more interesting it is.

As an aside, I have spent years trying to cultivate my foreign accents, and I am just godawfulbad at it. My friend Zander and I developed these two characters, the McGraw brothers (as in Bitch Face and Muscles McGraw--the famous Irish movers). Whenever I tried to speak in an Irish accent, it sounded like a shitty Godfather imitiation ("Bitchuh Faceuh, why you gotta carry that pillow while I gotta the piano on my backuh?"). My English and Australian accents turn into horrible Japanese accents.

Maybe I should take a hammer to my head to get a Foreign Accent Syndrome. About the only dialect, besides my own, I've mastered is a 16 year-old girl taking high school Intro to Spanish, asking "Where is the library?" It's a terrible hybrid of Spanish and whiny 16 year-old Texan ("Dondeeeee estaaa la biblioteeeeeca?"). Listen to that for three years in high school and you, too, will move to Minnesota. But after reading the story, Foreign Accent Syndrome actually sounds way more awful than fun. Oh boody hell, it looks like I am turning into Oliver Sacks with all my musings.

Ass Kicked By Asperger's

I have said in the past that I will shy away from the "Kids say the darndest things" stories, so consider this a "kids with Asperger's Syndrome say the darndest things" story.

This will likely be long post, but it's one of the few stroies that Emily still laughs at, so bear with me.

One aspect of Asperger's is difficulty with abstract and figurative language. For example, I have spent over a year working one double-meanings with a kid (let's call him Jack--short for Jackalope) and not only does he understand them, but he can explain their humor. One problem: he doesn't think they're funny. Like I said, these kids and adults are very concrete and literal.

I'll show Jack a cartoon of a dog with a watch for a face and a boy asking his friend, "Do you like our new watchdog?" And Jack will say analytically, "That is a double-meaning. Watch can mean something that tells time and to look at something." He won't even give out the hint of a smile. But he loooooves slapstick. If I drop my pen and a paper at the same time, he thinks I'm Christopher Guest or Fred Willard.

Anyway, we are now working on figurative langauge (animal similies to be exact). I'll act out quiet as a mouse, cross as a bear, stubborn as a mule and so on and so forth. Of course, first I have to teach him what the hell stubborn and cross means (which Jack is quick to point was a double-meaning--now a triple-meaning since he just learned it means angry), so each similie takes awhile.

So we've been doing this a few weeks ago and Jack is really into it because of how visual it is and how much I ham it up, being quick as cat, loud as a lion, and his favorite, CLUMSY AS AN OX (you know, slapstick). But best of all he gets it. He understands how similies work and that I am not a) an ox or b) actually as clumsy as a giganctic animal with no opposable thumb. If you have seen Asperger's kids, you know this is no small accomplishment.

So then I get greedy. Why not show him you can use two similies on one animal. Can he compartmentalize this? So we talk about what "strong as an ox" could mean. And then I do my comedy routine: walking around the room, bumping into furniture, tripping over my two feet, letting pens and paper fall out of my hands. And Jack is cracking up as if i'm some sort of comicgenius.

So then I ask, "Am I strong as an ox, clumsy as an ox, or scared as a cat?" He says right away "Clumsy as an ox!" and goes back to uncontrollable laughter.

Perfect.

Now to see if he put it all together. I start grunting like a Neadathral and I lift a chair up, pick up a table and move it across the room, and then, for full effect, I pick him up while he's sitting in the chair and walk him to the other side of a room. He's laughing. I feel really good about myself because my lesson plan is going better than expected, he's having a great time, and hell, he likes my jokes! And then I ask, "How about now. Now what am I?"

And he's says, "You're nothing!"

"Nothing!" This is a very depressing answer. "What do you mean?!?! I picked you up and carried you across the room. Doesn't that make me strong as an ox?"

"NO!" he says, "You can't be strong as an ox. You don't have any muscles!"

Ouch. Very ouch. Talk about letting the air out of the balloon. Did I mention that kids with Asperger's tend to be very literal?

My Name Is Mike and I Could Eat Two Pounds of M&Ms In One Sitting

Okay, one step down, eleven to go!!

Yet another study shows a link between a sweet tooth and alcoholism. Yikes!

A little scary since there have been nights where I've debated over having Shiner Bock #2, or a bowl of ice cream. I guess if I ever go for broke and have the second beer AND the ice cream, and then a third beer and second bowl of ice cream, it will be time to get thee to a nunnery, I mean get me to a Betty Ford clinic.

Click here for a more complete and interesting (and slightly older) study.

Something I Need To Get Off My Chest

I can't get Jay Leno and Doritos out of my head ever since George Bush said his infamous "Bring 'em on" quote. Every time a Black Hawk or Chinook crash, car bomb, ambush, grenade, or accident kills an American, a lot goes through my head.

First I think of a friend of a friend who is over there and hope all is well.

And then I think of George Bush's pyschotic "Bring 'em on" quote. And I mean the dictionary defintion of psychotic: "characterized by defective or lost contact with reality." As in "I don't appreciate the meaning of life and death." As in I'll send 152 people to death row, and while I'm at it, I'll mock the pleas for clemency of a woman on death row.

And while all this is going on, two images go through my head. The first is George Bush landing a plane on an aircraft carrier, and the second is Jay Leno's Dorito's commercials from the late 80s. Do you the ad campaign I'm talking about? The one where Jay, at the end of each spot, would say, "Crunch all you want. We'll make more." And to me, that's the essence of the "Bring 'em on" quote. Bush shows his true colors when his comments aren't scripted. It gives me the creeps just thinking about, that soldiers are just another commodity to him like corn chips or, I don't know, OIL.

If this Bush's attitude towards his own soldiers, what does that say about how he views everyone else in the world (outside of his inner circle)? Does he give a shit at all about Iraqi civilians, those who voted against him, those in congress who oppose him, those in Europe who protest passionately against him, or how about the entire continent of Africa, AIDS and all?

I know the "Bring 'em on" quote is old news, but I just wanted to get this out there in the public domain, as my brain has been marinating in this bitterness a bit too much lately.

They Might Be Authors

Emily posted about super tasters on her blog (we saw a show about super taster on TV). That was four nights ago and I still can't get the They Might Be Giants "Super Taster" song out of my head (which it turns out, is an apt description of what it's like to be a super taster).

Coincidentally, I was at a conference over the weekend and was browsing through a bookstore and stumbled across They Might Be Giants' new book, Bed, Bed, Bed. Don't know much about it, beyond that it exists, and what it says on their website. But it looks cool to me. And of course, seeing this book did nothing to help get the damn John Lee Supertaster song out of my head.

Image from They Might Be Giants' website for kids


I think I'll listen to "Super Taster" and then go bed. Maybe that will get it out of my system.

Shithouse Mouse!

Yesterday, all crazed sports fans across America know, was the Regional Championships for NCAA Cross Country. And as per usual, the lads from Grinnell will be sending an individual to the National Meet, but could not qualify as a team. The guy, by the way, is a hoss among hosses and took 2nd in the race. He is, hands-down, the most talented distance runner the school has had. I'd say overall runner, but there was that F. Morgan Taylor hurdler from the 20s who was actually in the Olympics. And, technically, Taylor was in Chariots of Fire. The careful movie veiwer will note that the Limey hurdler-protagonist is near two Americans in the big race. One of these Americans, historically speaking, would be Grinnell's own F. Morgan Taylor.

Anyway, as a team, it sounds like it was a disappointing showing for Grinnell (a feeling I was all too familiar with), despite the fact that the Central Region was stacked this year (something else I was too familiar with). Anyway, it will be interesting to see how it goes at Nationals next weekend. It really sucks to go and run a cross country race without your team, but I'm sure this guy could get All-American running backwards. The real question is: will he get top ten or even top five? I sure hope so, and I think he has a great chance. So what if I'm the only one reading or writing this who cares? It's my blog damnit, and this is what interests me.

The Bachelor

Isn't there a sexy reality TV show about a bachelor? Emily is out of town for a conference, and I had to stay in Minneapolois for a conference/seminar of my own (more on that to follow). And let me tell you, if there were a video camera in our house, I would be putting the "reality" back into reality TV.

Are there any any scantily clad 20somethings making out with me in a hot tub? NO! Do we even have a hot tub? And am I going on dates in Europe with these women? NO! Are they talking about how charming, yet down-to-earth I am? NO!

Here's the highlights of what The Bachelor would be like if were really a reality show (based on my last 48 hours):

SATURDAY:
5:03 p.m. After returning from work-related conference, The Bachelor returns to his pad to find a sink full unwashed dishes and nothing to eat. The Bachelor grabs a beer, tries not to think about mess. He is successful in not thinking about mess by watching college football game he doesn't care about.

5:17 p.m. Games ends and The Bachelor ponders does a) calling friends to make plans for evening or b) cleaning up mess in kitchen. Ends up watching local TV news instead.

5:21 p.m. Realizes patheticness of situation and decides "maybe I will call my homies or find a hot tub filled to the rim with girls in bikinis, just like on TV."

5:23 p.m. On the way to phone, the Bachelor realizes he forgot to set-up the evening's line-up for his fantasy basketball league he's in. Goes on-on line to do that. Ends up surfing web for 86 minutes.

7 p.m. Decides not call friends but to call pizza man. Watches Pleasantville DVD he bought earlier in the day and then Bucakroo Banzai DVD he bought a long time ago. Afterwards, goes checks on friends' blogs and sleeps in bed.

You get the idea? Today's highlights include:
1. Wathing football
2. Cleaning the house
3. Talking on the phone
4. Running
5. Blogging
6. Reading

Not too sexy, unless you consider my running sexy. These days I'm slower than Christma. So maybe it looks like I'm going in slow-motion, which, we all know is really sexy when you're on the beach (does the north shore of Lake Harriett count as a beach?). Am I just a piss-poor excuse bachelor or is this what it was always like? It's been so long I can't remember.

God Has Left the Locker Room

With Avery Johnson praising the Lord and playing basketball in Golden State and David Robinson in retirement, the Spurs hvae lost their fire and brimstone. But now David Robinson is part of the ministry staff of Oak Hills Church.

Last night the Spurs retired David Robinson's #50. Click here for the story.

Now I may not agree with David Robinson when he says things like AIDS is Gods punishment for immorality or that people who don't support the war in Iraq should pipe down because this is America (huh?). However, at least he has the courage speak his mind as his beliefs appear to be well thought out.

And more importantly, how many elite pro athletes carried themselves with the responisibilty that #50 did? For a pretty funny retrospective of 50 moments from his career, click here to see Buck Harvey's column.

I especially like #18, 19, and 36. But #37 is by far the best: 37. After a tense timeout late in a game, going back to the bench to tell Larry Brown that cursing in the huddle isn't necessary.

The only moment Buck left out was "Robinson crumpling to the ground after Shaq gave him a cheap shot two seasons ago, planting his mammoth elbow as hard as he could in Robinson's abdomen before the Lakers had even set-up their offense." I shouldn't end on such a negative note, but *^%^&$%#@$ the Lakers!!!!

Do My Pots Look Like Potty?

There is a small debate surfacing in the kitchen. About two years ago I bought a set of All Clad pots and pans. Matt the Hatt or James, or whatever the hell else he's calling himself these days, who is a Teflon Hata', will be happy to know only one of them is teflon. But I digress.

The debate that is simmering its way into a boil is how do these pots and pans look best? Emily doesn't like the stains that come from two years of use. Quite a few pots of chili, soup, risotto, and bean dishes have cooked in these pots. Simple soap, water, elbow grease, and shouts of "Out, out damn spot!" won't get scrub some of these stains clean.

But I say, it looks good that way. You can tell we use our pots and pans a lot, and the spots are therefore just marks of love and familiarity. Much like the smile wrinkles on an old man's forehead. But Emily thinks we should get some heavy duty cleaner and make them look brand spanking new. They look a little too "rode hard and put away wet" for her tastes.


Image from www.happycookers.com


However, I feel so chef-like when I have the blue natrual gas flame going on three burners, each topped with a well-worn pot full of Mike's brew cooking and boiling away. I am reminded of the cooking scenes from Big Night. So any takers as to whether or not these pots need some heavy-duty cleaning?

GasticReflux Capacitor

In the industry we'd call it GERD Capacitor.

Either way (to paraphrase the GERD entry), stange things happen when you check your site meter.

Click here and scroll half-way down. You'll see my degree of separation (and your degree of separation) from the GERD blogger has now decreased by one.

Anyway, it's a blog worth checking out. Concise and to the point. Maybe I can learn something from that.

Those Sick-Ass Greyhound Bastards

One of the fabled south Texas rivalries is between the Boerne Greyhound and my old high school, the Alamo Heights Mules. However, a coach at Boerne has taken the rivalry to a new level:

Boerne school trustees have accepted the resignation of a teacher who acknowledged to police that he posed as another person during a sexually explicit Internet chat with minors, officials said.

A police incident report says Gary Conn, a social studies teacher and assistant football coach in Boerne, admitted representing himself as an Alamo Heights coach in the July 1 chat with two 15-year-old girls.

"The investigation exonerated the Alamo Heights coach," said Lt. Darwin Griffeth of the Alamo Heights Police.

From http://news.mysanantonio.com/story.cfm?xla=saen&xlb=180&xlc=1076215&xld=

This story begs two questions:
1. What the fuck?
2. Which Alamo Heights coach was he impersonating?

Click here for the story.

I'll tell you what. Everytime a person logs onto the internet he or she must choose to you this tool for good or evil. It's pretty obvious what route the Greyhound coach took.

It's Not Like It's Dr. Who (yet)

But could Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn and Officer Jim Chee be on their way to dominating the PBS airwaves the same way Dr. Who and the cardboard box robots used to? I sure hope so. Coyote Waits will be shown this fall on Mystery! and Thief of Time is in the hopper. This is all a follow-up from last year's success with Skinwalkers.

Click here for more information.

This will be a much slicker sterile production than anything you'd see on Dr. Who. But the question persists: Which is cooler? Navajos fighting crime in the desert, or earthlings fighting crime in space?

Awesome...

If I ever get around to making more Top Ten lists, I'll have to address the top five or ten best comic strips. All Family Circus cracks aside, The Far Side would be probably be #1. And now there is The Complete Far Side. As far as I can tell it contains every single published Far Side and then some. It even has some of his initial rejection letters. I heard Gary Larson interviewed today on Morning Edition when he talked about all these goodies.

I think a fitting tribute to Gary Larson, would be to give The Complete Far Side was a Pi Day gift, which is, duh, on March 14th. Or Avogrado's Number Day, but that was last week (October 23, to be exact). You know, 6.02 times 10 to the 23rd. Shit, this may be too geeky for even The Far Side.

Jumbo Shrimp

Auto names have always intrigued me. Usually they are so freaking abstract or meaningless. What the hell is an "Allero," "Accord," or "Civic?" Might as well name a car the "Convent" or the "Concourse." It doesn't matter what the word means, as long as it sounds cool (and benign in the sedan's case).

But the one that really bothers me is the contradictory Jeep Cherokee Pioneer. So far as I know, putting a Cherokee in the same room as a pioneer is a bad idea, much less in an SUV. But that's okay, it sounds cool.


Image from http://digilander.libero.it/xjconnection/gallery_xj01.htm


For more on the lunacy of auto names, check out Matt the Hatt's most excellent Robot Alert blog about the new GM La Crosse (French for masturbation) and other naming fiascoes.

Molly Quinn's Sadness

Last night was the last ever pub quiz at Molly Quinn's Irish Pub. So I went with Brian, my uncle-in-law. We got there an hour early and still had to stand. This speaks more to the square-footage of Molly Quinn's (or lack therefore of) as it does the crowd that showed up.

So I had my final drafts of Boddington's and Brian and I mustered out a respectable score of 34 out of 50 (42 was the winning score). My biggest contribution was knowing Rocky Marciano was the boxer who died in an Iowa plane crash. The most memorable bit of trivia I learned was President Gerald Ford was born Leslie King Jr. (we guessed Taft--whoops).

Anwyay, Molly Quinn's is such a friendly place. It s so easy to strike up a conversation with anyone around you. I like co-owner (and pub quiz author) Wild Bill Watkin's quote: "An Irish pub is not a bar. It is a place where you can take your grandmother or your granddaughter."


Image from http://www.twincitiesdiningguide.com/restaurants/molly_quinns_irish_pub.htm

So, why is Molly Quinn's closing? Some of you may know the answer to this already. The short answer is "it's closing for total bullshit reasons." The longer answer is SuperAmerica, the ubiquitous Twin Cities gas station/convenience store is expanding and gave the Molly Quinn's landlords a lucrative deal to evict Wild Bill and the gang. All so the gas station can take over the whole block. The really nifty thing is this all going down on 43rd Ave and Lake Street. The next closest SuperAmerica is just FIVE FUCKING BLOCKS AWAY on 38th and Lake.

We live close to 40th Street and Lyndale Avenue, where there are two SuperAmericas across the street from each other (one on the SE corner and the other on the SW). Maybe I should start boycotting SuperAmerica.

Either way, it is sad that Molly Quinn's is closing. The only solace is Wild Bill plans to take his pub quiz act to the Dubliner in St. Paul. As Brian and I were leaving the owners got together and began singing a series of songs. Brian said he felt as if we were leaving someone's private party. That sums it all up, I think.

Brought Back to Life

Emily's mom called her a "World Series widow" sometime last week, as every time she called to talk to Emily I was watching baseball. But, in my opinion, that was a great World Series! And of course, another Texas pitcher stole the show. This time it was Josh Beckett. Let's see... Nolan Ryan, Roger Clemens, Kerry Wood, and now Beckett. What is the deal with hard-throwing Texas pitchers?

Coming full-circle, I watched the last three innings of game 6 with, who else, Emily and her mom. It's funny because I don't think my mother-in-law could name three current baseball players. But she was on the edge of her seat cheering for the Marlins. This would be like James/Matt the Hatt painting his face silver and black for a Spurs game.

Anyway, you know a pitcher is mowing them down with his nasty stuff when your mother-in-law says, "Wow! That pitcher is amazing!" That's the highest praise I can give for Beckett's dominance over the Yankees. Damn. The guy is 23 years-old in Yankee stadium and he didn't bat an eye. He has the kind if cockiness I like. Not the "I rule" kind of arrogance, but the "Nothing scares me" cockiness. A star is born.

In Case You Didn't Notice

There is a World Series going on, and it's a damn good one. As much as I hate the Yankees, I have to respect them. They are a tough, competitive bunch. Even when they were down 6-1 in he 7th inning, I kept watching because they are never out of a ball game. And sure enough, they made it interesting in the end. Sure, they are the best team money can buy and they represent all that is wrong with baseball. But I have to respect how they keep coming at teams and never give up. Plenty of team with swollen payrolls have players who simply collect their zillion dollar paychecks (the Mets come to mind), but the Yankees compete like few teams do (while collecting those paychecks).

If anyone reading this cares, here are some observations:

-FOX coverage of the series continues to be lacking. I find it insulting how they try and make baseball seem like this cool flashy product that will appeal to then Gen X and younger crowd. It's insulting to the older fans and gives no credit to "those young kids" who are treated like the only way they can appreciate baseball is if it's packaged as a video game. Baseball is baseball, and FOX should start treating it as such.

-I tired to tune in the AM radio to listen Joe Morgan and Jon Miller's call of the game, but it came in too fuzzy. Joe Morgan, I think, is the best baseball color analyst out there and it's too bad FOX can't get him on their broadcast team.

-What's up with the cartoons FOX shows at the end of the game drawn in the style of an editorial cartoon? Very strange. Especially one they showed tonight, with a marlin on a fishing pier with a generic Yankee baseball player hanging from the end of his fishing pole. The caption said, "CATCH OF THE DAY!" This makes no fucking sense. Why would a marlin go fishing?

Editorial cartoons only work when they follow an appropriate, parallel logic. For example, it would make sense if they showed a carpetbagger or blue-haired snow bird from the East Coast nabbing a marlin after a Yankee win, because I imagine these people do come down from the East and fish. Which would parallel the Yankees coming from the East Coast and destroying the Marlins. Show me a real-life parallel of a marlin going fishing for people, and then maybe tonight's cartoon makes sense.

DAMN! It pisses me off just thinking how off base this "marlin fishing for people" cartoon is. It's pretentious in that it thinks it's in the spirit of political cartoons and it also really adds absolutely nothing to the FOX coverage except for pissing me off even more.

-It also irks me that FOX feels compelled to show the signing of "America the Beautiful" during the 7th inning stretch. And I think Major League Baseball also should share the blame in this one. By over-exposing us to this song it cheapens what is, in my opinon, the best patriotic song our country has. The whole "tradition" is an offshoot of 9/11, but how many people really are reflecting on that day while this song is being played? It's thoughtless patriotism and it dilutes the memory of 9/11. Nice going FOX.

-And finally, Ugueth Urbina and Pudge Rodriguez kissing each other is weird. Fair enough. They did it after game 1 and they did it at the end of tonight's game. But does FOX really need to show the kiss(es) in slow-motion? And did they need to show a replay of the game 1 kiss before the start of game 2?

You should get the drift of what I'm saying by now. FOX's coverage is really annoying me, and I guess I needed to get that off my chest. But this series has been so enjoyable that not even FOX's shitty bag of tricks (I haven't even mentioned their ridiculous sound effects and "ultra slow-mo" views) can ruin this fall classic.

I Found It

So I have to post it. This passage will make so much more since of you read the post below first. So read "ZAPPED! by Cel-Ray" first and then come back and read this passage from Cannery Row

While he ate his sandwich and sipped his beer, a bit of conversation came back to him. Blaisedell, the poet, had said to him, "You love beer so much. I'll bet some day you'll go in and order a beer milk shake." It was a simple piece of foolery, but it had bothered Doc ever since. He wondered what a beer milk shake would taste like. The idea gagged him but he couldn't let it alone. It cropped up every time he had a glass of beer. Would it curdle the milk? Would you add sugar? It was like a shrimp ice cream. Once the thing got into your head you couldn't forget it. He finished his sandwich and paid Herman. He purposely didn't look at the milk shake machine lined up against the back wall. If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known. But then, a man with a beard, ordering a beer milk shake in a town where he wasn't known--they might call the police.

-Cannery Row, chapter 17

Good stuff. It's worth digging up a copy and reading the whole chapter (actually the whole, short book). He does indeed end up ordering a beer milk shake in some small town.

ZAPPED! by the Cel-Ray

Tonight I grabbed some take-out from our local eatery, Amie and bought their eggplant parmesan and meat loaf for dinner for Emily and me. With each visit I am feeling more and more fortunate to have this restaurant literally next door to us. Click here for a review of the place. I had fallen in love with Lake Harriet Pizza and forgot just how good a home-cooked meal tastes. I even bought a couple roasted pepper and carmalized onion knishes to top it off. Damn, that was a satisfying meal.

Anyway, as they were assembling my order, I looked in the soda case and thought I'd buy a Diet Coke for the W-I-F-E and then I looked for a drink for myself. I saw a green Dr. Brown's can labled blah blah-ray and figured it was all-natural lemon-lime soda (as if such a thing existed).

Well, you know what's less likely to exist than all-natural, organic pop? Celery Soda, that's what. And that's exactly what I bought. It turns out Cel-Ray isn't short for "100% Organic Lemon-Line Citrus Beverage." Nope. It's just a cute way of saying celery soda. Whoops.


Image from http://www.root-beer.info/others/celray.html


Click here for a very accurate review of what I got myself into, taste-wise. Oddly, this review mentions that this drink is the Nectar of the Jewish Delis. And, what do you know, Amie is a variant of a traditional Jewish deli. What's up with that? I think this sentence from the review sums it up best:

"So try it at least once - buy a can to share among 3 or 4 friends so you can say you drank celery soda then don't buy it again. "

This whole experience reminds of the scene from Cannery Row, when one of the characters, Doc, is driving a long stretch of highway and wonders what a beer milkshake or shrimp ice cream would taste like. Steinbeck could easily have had Doc wondering about celery soda. I've made a beer milkshake (based on the recipe Doc makes up while asking a waitress to make it for him in a small town diner) and now I've accidentally tasted celery soda. I guess all that's left is shrimp ice cream.

A Future Blog Topic

On my side blog, Top Five And Then Some, Joe Theisman came up as I was discussing his career-ending injury. However, Joe is now a commentator for TV; I think he's with ESPN. Anyway, he's kind of annoying, but he has some good takes from time to time. He's most famous as a broadcaster, however, for this gem:

The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.
-Joe Theisman

I love missteps like this, and sports announcers definitely stumble more than any other journalist group. If I have a free half hour or so, I'll try to compile some more. I feel like the San Francisco Giants used to have (or may still have) a play-by-play guy in the 80s and 90s who was notorious for Yogi Berra type gems on a weekly basis.

And speaking of Yogi, athletes also are very quotable. I remember back when the Spurs stunk in like 1988 and Walter "The Truth" Berry was their best player. He had a few poor shooting nights and when asked what he needed to do get out of his shooting slump he said, "I ain't in no shooting slump. My shots just aren't falling!" Or at least that's how I remember it, or want to remember it.

And there was some basketball player who complained, after a loss, that his team was "too amphibious" on the court. He meant to say ambivalent. This quote is pretty famous and players and coaches from time to time will still joke to sportswriters that they were amphibious on the court. I'll have to look into who said that.

As an aside, I did Google search using the key words "amphibious, ambivalent, and basketball," thinking I'd find a page referencing the quote. The search didn't yield anything except interesting except for a website that lists ten-letter words. Who know all three of my key words had ten letters? Well, who knew, except for the guy who made the list of ten-letter words.

Scary Stuff

And the concept of irony bulldozes its way back onto my blog. Take a look at this article from Salon.com, titled "Keeping dissent invisible". The teaser reads, "How the Secret Service and the White House keep protesters safely out of Bush's sight -- and off TV." Click here to read the story.

According to the report, the Secret Service will force protestors into "Free Speech Zones" whenever President Bush is visiting a city. The irony being that these "Free Speech Zones" are behind chain-linked fences, well out of sight of the President's motorcade and, more importantly, the TV cameras. So I guess that means what the news cameras capture and Bush sees must be the "Speech Free Zone." This sounds like soemthing out of a Vonnegut novel, or 1984.

I hope this story gets legs and makes into the national media, but I'm not holding my breath. As my kindergarten teacher used to always say, "Hope in one hand and shit in the other. See which hand fills up faster."

BEST BLOG EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night, I noticed Emily's deodorant cap boasts, "NO WHITE RESIDUE!" As I was brushing my teeth, I came to realize what was bothering me about this. The all caps proclamation was fine, but what's up with the exclamation point? I would argue that this is the most unnecesarry use of the exclamation point I have ever seen (and believe you me, I've seen plenty of exclamation point abuse!!!!!!!!!!!). I mean, come on, the only text on the entire deodorant cap is "NO WHITE RESIDUE." It's already in capital letters and it's not competing with any other text, boasts, or disclaimers. The emphasis is implied. The exclamation point is pure overkill.

Ever since then, I have been mulling over the following question in my head. Which is abused more:

a) The exclamation point, when used by mediocre writers who know of no other way to score emphasis?

OR

b) Slow-motion climaxes in mediocre sports and action movies?

I just can't decide. I mean, I JUST CAN'T DECIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Only Two More Shopping Hours Left

Until I'm Thirsty-Two!! It was a historical day some 32 years ago when I entered the world and the sleepy town of Urbana, IL. Mad props to my mom and dad for making me the role model for young and old that I assume I am.

My wife is celebrating my birthday weekend by ditching me and going to Florida for four days. In that case, I am going to watch so much freaking baseball and football over the weekend they'll have to surgically remove the beer cozie from my hand and use a blow torch to get the chip bowl off my burgeoning belly. Oh yeah, and an industrial strength power washer might be needed to hose down the place before Emily returns.

Anyway, I've been meaning to post my thoughts on the sadness that was the Twins vs. Yankees playoff series and maybe even touch on Arnold the Governor. But I don't know if I'll get to that. Regardless, now that the Twins are done, I guess I'll be cheering for the Red Sox. Those readers with extraordinary memory and nothing better to do may remember that I listed the Red Sox as favorite team #3 on my side blog, Top Five and Then Some (speaking of having free time).

Okay now I really am off to bed, for the last time in my life as a 31 year-older.

A Bottle of South Texas in My Belly

I can't believe it. Shiner Bock finally followed me to Minnesota, seven years later. i bought my first six pack over the weekend. I had two for myself, and some other crazed beer mavens had the other four at our party this weekend (what, the two coolers full of Summit wasn't good enough for you Minnesotans?).


Image from http://www.shiner.com/probock.html


Maybe this weekend, hell maybe Thursday night at Deb's "Watch the Twins Make the Yankees Cry Party," I'll do a blind taste test: Shiner Bock vs. Summit Grand. Shiner will win hands down if my taste buds are as nostalgic as I am.

TWINS WIN!! TWINS WIN!!!!!

Fuck the Yankees!!!!!!!!!

Okay, so the Yankees fielding was so awful, the Twins couldn't have lost even if they had wanted to, but a win at Yankee Stadium is a win, no matter how much you want to dress it up or down. Like Tom Kelly (among others) always said: good pitching beats good hitting.

For no one who knows what the hell I'm talking about, click here.

Obviously, this series isn't over by any stretch of the imagination, but DAMN, who's up for a viewing of Hoosiers?

A Day In the Life of a Speech-Language Pathologist

(more competent than I am...)

I just found this link on someone else's blog, http://gastricreflux.blogspot.com/. It's a cool blog worth checking out.

Also worth checking out is Play 20 Questions with the Computer. I often play some form of 20 Questions or another at work. One reason is to help kids who have trouble with spoken grammar or with verbal reasoning issues. I'd be the best damn speech therapist ever if I could get the kids to ask the questions the A.I. program does on the 20 questions website. Damn fool thing got "hockey puck" in 17 questions!

For those who couldn't be there...

Yesterday we had a Welcome to Minnesota party for my brother-in-law and sister-in-law (Emily's sister). I'd also like to think that it was also a party for Hashanah and my niece's birthday. Anyway, the party was smashing success, as Emily's family and our friends continue to have a lot of fun together.

I cannot believe how many people were crammed into our duplex, but we had a great time. I was impressed by the quantities of food and beer that was consumed, yet everyone remained civil. See? Getting older does have its good points!

We had one organized activity: a pub quiz. The British and Irish bars around town have these weekly or monthly pub quizzes and I think they are a lot of fun. I've been to only two but had a great time. So, I tried to replicate the magic and came up with my own 25 questions to ask the partygoers.

If you weren't there, below are the questions I asked. People were in teams of 2-4 people. The winning team got 17 of the 25 questions right. Personally, I think I did a good job since all questions were answered correctly by at least one group AND were missed by at least one group. Those of you that attened our gathering can let me know what you thought. I had fun, I just don't know if anyone else did...

So here are the questions. If you want to know an anser just ask me (or ask the good (and extremely rich) people over at Google.

Now that Wesley Clark has entered the Democrtic run for President, who was the last general to run for President?

What is the term for the wide body of water where a river meets a sea, and fresh and salt water mix?

What professional sports team won its league title the same year Emily and Mike began dating (1999) and then the same year they got married (2003)?

What movie had the famous line "What we have here is a failure to communicate?"

What event in American history spawned the phrase "yellow journalism"?

What sculptor created/designed the giant cherry and spoon om the Mpls Sculpture Garden?

What band's self-titled 1958 debut album included the hit "Tom Dooley"?

The high-brow term "pray to Dionysis" is slang for what low-brow act?

Who said, "I have not yet begun to fight."?

What was the name of Thomas Edison's lab in New Jersey?

What American author wrote the Snopes trilogy?

Among the voting age population, which state had the highest voter turnout in 2000, Minnesota, Alaska, Arizona, Connecticut, or Oregon?

What is the largest lake in the United States that does not share its waters with another county?

Which one of the following people was not a member of The Outsiders cast and crew? Tom Cruise, Francis Ford Coppola, Rob Lowe, Patrick Swaze, or Judd Nelson?

What non-disco band wrote the disco hit "I Was Made For Loving You"?

What literary character, a Herman Melville bureaucrat, is famous for repeatedly saying, "I would prefer not to."

"Yoda" is a Weird Al spoof of what song (written in 1970)?

Which of the following has never been a professional sports team in Minnesota: Lumber Barons, Vixens, Millers, or Arctic Blast?

What movie did Nicholas Cage first appear in?

What movie's sound track includes "Cups and Cakes," "Hell Hole," "Big Bottom," and "Sex Farm"?

Lake Powell, the man-made lake on the Colorado River, is infamous and controversial. Whom is it named for and what is he famous for?

What was the Beatles first #1 song in the US?

After the sun, what is the closest star (or body of stars) to Earth?

What Twin Cities highway was once known as Lilac Way?

What treat is traditionally eaten during Rosh Hashana to celebrate a sweet New Year?

WIN TWINS!!!

I have the greatest wife ever. Ben Affleck can keep or dump J-Lo, I don't care. And sure, the newlyweds, Gabe and Rachel make a great couple. However, Emily is pretty amazing. She bought tickets to the Twins/Yankees playoff series for my birthday! This would be like me buying her seats to, I don't know, Oprah in Minneapolis and then going with her.

So we may not have front-row seats, like we did last time we saw the Twins play the Yankees (and people threw trash and hot dogs at Chuck Knoblauch). In fact we'll be closer, much closer to the Metrodome roof than the field, but that's okay. The atmosphere should be amazing. Roger Clemens pitches games three for the fucking Yankees. Clemens vs. Kyle Losche. YIKES. Well, Kyle will 40,000+ screaming fans supporting him (and we'll be two of them), so let's hope that will be enough to get the Twins to at least game 4.

WIN TWINS!!!!!!!!

The Poorest Use of "Ironic" Since...

Alanis Morissette first complained of rain on a wedding day. Or since five minutes ago when some jackass talked about something being "ironical." As you can tell, this may be my snobbiest post to date.

Pro athletes are easy to pick on because they often get in over their heads when feeling pressure to sound articulate. And I like Matthew LeCroy, the Twins closest thing to a slugger. Still, I can't let him off the hook for what you're about to read. Consider it a game of Where's Waldo, only we'll call it "Find the Irony."

I cut and pasted this from Sunday's Minneapolis Star-Tribune. Click here for the whole story.

From LeCroy powers Twins to easy victory by Jim Souhan (published September 21, 2003). The link is http://www.startribune.com/stories/509/4109425.html

LeCroy knows he provides righthanded power for a team that craves that element in its lineup. Recently, sitting in the Twins' dugout, LeCroy called his playing-time predicament "ironic."

"Coming into this year, I really didn't know for sure if I was going to be the DH or not," LeCroy said. "Then I realized that I wasn't going to be that guy, and I had to change my goals and aspirations and figure out what my role was going to be.

"I just kept working. I think I can hit. I need to be given an opportunity, and fortunately for me, I stayed focused, and right now I have that opportunity.

"I need to take advantage of it."

Where's the irony? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Paging Mick Golden

The elusive Mick Golden surafced for a nanosecond to e-mailed me, saying he too was having difficulty reaching the Top Five blog (just like Sarah H. was having problems). Then he discovered the source of the problem. The problem is with the internet explorer. So Mick Golden, what is the solution here? Please, without revealing your manicured and protected identify, enlighten me and Sarah H. on any solution. You are one mysterious bastard Mick Golden!!!!!

Talk A Mile In Someone Else's Shoes

Over the weekend I partially lost my voice. Tomorrow I see a kid at 8:30 a.m. who used to have vocal nodules from a combination of too much shouting and too many allergies. Since I can't do anything about the allergies, I had to work on his shouting. In fact, I did what I could prevent him from raising his voice, especially when it was on the fritz.

SIDEBAR
Out of curiosity, I went to Merriam-Webster.com to check out the etimology of "on the fritz." Its origin is unknown. More research is needed for this one.

Okay, end sidebar. So when you have a fragile voice you are supposed to drink tons of water, never whisper, and obviously avoid using and raising your voice. I now know how hard it is to do this.

So the irony isn't lost on me. Tomorrow, this eight year-old is coming for the last time because he taught himself not to shout. His voice is a little hoarse and breathy, but it sounds like his nodules are gone. Good enough for an eight year-old who doesn't sing for a living. Meanwhile, my voice is going to sound like it's coming out of my ass. Why? Because over the last 72 hours I have been talking 75% of the time (waking hours only, I hope), not drinking enough water, and have been straining my voice to speak in noisy environments. Or simply raising my voice because I'm too lazy to go into the next room to talk to my boss (we often shout at each other from office-to-office during breaks).

Bottom line is I'm learning the value of the parenting maxim that used to drive me crazy a child, that I will embrace as an adult: Do as I say, not as I do.

Let's Give 'Em Something to Blog About II

I've started a second blog. A much simpler one to write. It's just a series of top five and top ten lists. I spend a lot of my spare time at work (or during dull games of /s/ blend Go Fish) compiling "best" and "worst" lists.

The problem is, then I get fixated on them and spend all day modifying them. So check out my new blog and your input will help me modify these lists until they have reached perfection. So check it out (please) by clicking here.

It goes without saying that the movie High Fidelity has a special place in my heart. It's a damn good movie and it sure hits close to home, but it's not going to make into my top five movie list.

The High Fidelity website is also worth checking out. It has a literally endless list of top five lists that are fun to go through. To go to it, click here.

By the way, that "literally" usage was for your benefit Sarah H. And it was a damn legal use of the word, if'n you ask me and my boyz Johnny Merriam and Eddie Webster.

Sorry to Disappoint...

But no corn cob fucking here! Disturbed? Confused? Read on...

One of the coolest things about having a site meter on this blog is it shows me the referring page of each visitor. For example, if someone comes over by clicking on Emily's blog, site meter will list her blog as the referring page.

The cool part is it reveals all the Google seaches that refer people to this page. For example, when I posted about the "Jobs for John" website, I got about two visits a day for awhile by people doing a "jobs for John" search on Google.

Sometimes, Google will refer people to my blog because several unrelated blog entries have the key words they entered into their Google search. for example, I got about four hits for people looking for a strippers in Baton Rogue for a bachelor party. Why? Because I blogged one day about the Baton Rogue bus boycott and then three days later about not wanting strippers at my bachelor party.

But the best is the freak who entered the Google search "corn cob fucking" and arrived at my web page ( Click here to see Site meter's report about this referral). Be it a meathead looking for strippers, or a freak head looking for some good old fashioned corn cob fucking, I'm sure people who use Google are pretty disappointed when they get to my blog.

And for cripes sake. I always figured the interenet had something for everyone, no matter how obscure, brilliant, or deviant his or her needs. But corn cob fucking? I don't know. I think the guy might have exhausted the web's capabilities with that one...

Let's Give 'em Something to Blog About

Ol' boy Matt the Hatt is at it again. For those of you who don't know, the Hatt and I go way back to age maybe 6. he is remarkable for many things. One of them being he may be the only San Antonio native who cannot name more than one Spur on last year's NBA championship team. In fact, if pressed, I don't think he could name more than one Spur EVER. Not that this is a bad thing. Just very unique.

But the Hatt does know robots. He has a new blog, Robot Alert, which I will add on the left in the permanent link section. I am often confused as to what the hell is going on that blog, and I figure it's because the Hatt is way smarter than I am. Anyway, Mr. Hatt be livin' in England and has no idea the love/obsession Emily and I have for robots.

That's What I'm Talking About!!!

Okay, so maybe it's unclear as to whether or not Strong Bad is a Spurs fan. But it's obvious Ken and Laurie Graff feel about the Silver and Black! Click here for more details. The maize maze is outside of Hondo, TX if anyone wants to road trip out there.

Image from "http://www.cornfieldmaze.com/sites.php?ID=&username=txhondo"


How much fun would it be to drop Shaq and Kobe in the middle of the that maze and watch them try to fight there way out of it.

What? What's that you say? I need a life? Well it could be worse. At least I didn't plant a corn field into the Spurs logo!

In the meantime, it may be baseball and football season, but it's never too early for....

GO SPURS GO!!!

I Guess Strong Bad Is A Lakers Fan

The latest Strong Bad e-mail from Homestarrunner.com stands as one of the funniest things I have seen in awhile. And for all the people living in south Texas, there is an added, random, San Antonio reference halfway through. A must see for even the non-Texans of the bunch! Click here to view the e-mail.

It's flash animation, so the faster your internet connection, the better. It's worth the wait, if you have dial-up. Speakers are nice too, but not necesarry.

Invent This Please

Maybe I'm a fool for sharing my ideas for inventions with the world. Sure, maybe I'll be open to ridicule. And it's also possible (just not likely) that some jackass will read my blog (any of the three of you) and say, "Wow! What a great idea!" Then this person makes a million bucks off my idea and I never see a red cent.

Fine with me. I can handle the ridicule and I don't want the money. What I want is the product. I'd much rather supply the idea to someone and then PRESTO, six months later I could buy the product in the store. That beats the hell out of all the patents, investments, and marketing involved in creating and selling my invention.

So, someone, please invent "brie string cheese." I love brie, but I hate how inconvenient it is to eat. I dislike string cheese, but enjoy its convenience. You see where I'm going with this? The convenience of string cheese meets the luxury of brie. Someone invent this now! And while you're at it, an orange that peels as easily as a banana would be nice too.

"Special Ops Sniper Stanley" Has Met His Match

After I posted the link to that ridiculous G.W. Bush war hero doll, I wondered: Who would win in a dual between the GW Action Figure and Sniper Stanley?

Well, it turns out the question was moot. Both would go down in a blaze of glory at the hands of Nancy Pearl, the Librarian Action Figure!

Image from http://www.mcphee.com/laf/


Emily and I heard about Nancy on the radio. Click here to go to Nancy's homepage. Or you can click here to see what we heard on the radio.

Now Emily wants to know how easy and expensive it is to make personalized action figures. Look for Emily the Mini Donut Girl to hit the shelves sometime next fall!