MONDAY HANGOVER III: OR IS IT TUESDAY NOW?
Well, I was going to update right before bed, but the ol’ Blogsta wasn’t working. I was even going to say really cheesy things like, “I’m even better at night,” but alas, like New Coke, and my foray into the Atkins Diet, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Moving right along, I’ve got just a litttttttle bit more to talk about the weekend, and then we can move into Pollosity later this afternoon. By the looks of the Sitemeter, bite-sized morsels are extra-tasty to you, my viewing public, because we’ve had more than 20 hits today. Hooray! Readers! If you’re lucky (which, let’s be honest, you won’t be) I’ll post-up and FINALLY discuss “The Village.” Instead, though, I’m pretty much headed to the movies AGAIN tonight, this time to check out “Garden State.” MMmmmmmmm, Natalie Portman….
Before we go any farther, though, I’d like to thank Colleen, newest denizen of The Kingdom, for her kind words. I just now got your message, and if you know any openings in broadcasting, I’m listening. Nevertheless, I’m just glad I could entertain you. Which brings me to one final bit of housecleaning: WHO THE HELL works for “Bolt Beranek and Newman Inc?” You visit an AWFUL lot, and I just want to give you the appropriate love.
Now, to the MAIN EVENT!
Saturday evening, after returning from one hell of a fun Pirates/Cardinals game (after which I MET ROB MACKOWIAK!!!!!!! ) Jack, Kurt, Kup and I settled back at 707 for a lil’ bit o’ sleepy time. Let’s talk about the game though. For those of you that know Jack, you know that he looks like he’s about 12. Case in point: Friday night, at one of the shadier bars in Shadyside, Jack was asked for TWO FORMS OF IDENTIFICATION. Basically, short of a birth certificate, he wasn’t getting into the bar. Another case in point: talking on the phone to Jeanie Saturday night, and discussing how she was randomly seated with her Lexis crew in the same row as me, a mere two sections to my portside, she asked if I was at the game with my nephew. My nephew, of course, referring to Jack, “that little kid” I was with. Anywho, on the way to the game, we jokingly told Jack that since he had brought his camera, he should tell hot girls that it’s his “Make a Wish Trip” and that they should take their picture with him. A great plan, no? Sure, it’s kind of skeevy, and a little bit wrong, but it’s all in good fun? Right? WRONG. We reached the ballpark, found our awesomely awesome, yet cheap, seats only to learn that it was CANCER SURVIVOR’S DAY at the Ballpark, complete with a recently Khemo’d 12 year old boy singing the National Anthem with something akin to the voice of an angel.
When the Good Lord wants to send you a message, he doesn’t f*ck around, and in this case he was saying, “HEY @$$HOLES! DON’T JOKE ABOUT CANCER!” So we didn’t.
The Bucs went on to lose, but we saw FOUR homeruns, Jim Edmonds (my second favourite ballplayer hit one, and threw out a player at the plate), and new (but lousy) Pirate Ty Wigginton bowled over his SECOND catcher in ten days. This was a Steel Curtain kind of hit, at that. Good times.
After meeting Rob, then taking a siesta, the four of us were eventually joined by Andy and Megan Starr as we all became enthralled with one of the most intriguing television experiences ever: ESPN2’s Behind the Scenes production of the USC/VT football game. Basically, in about four split screens at a time, you got to see everything that went into making a high-class, high-gloss College Football Production. You don’t even have to be a sports fan to get caught up in this stuff, it’s AMAZING what it takes to put something of that magnitude together. And they even taught us how they put the Yellow First Down Line of Awesomeness onto the screen. Made me want to quit my day job, and, as Colleen suggested, take up broadcasting.
Well, lookee there, I AM better at night (I’m writing this post-Letterman)! I even found a way to wrap this portion of the story up in a lil’ bow, using the same thing I introduced it all with! Don’t let anyone tell yinz that a liberal arts edjumacation is worthless, n’at.
(and yes, Jeanie, I’ve put off talking about The Matrix, just to screw with you. Welcome to the Jungle.)
THE FINAL CHAPTER later today! In the meantime, I NEED poll ideas. I NEED THEM SO BADLY!
Peace out, y’all,
-apk
Moving right along, I’ve got just a litttttttle bit more to talk about the weekend, and then we can move into Pollosity later this afternoon. By the looks of the Sitemeter, bite-sized morsels are extra-tasty to you, my viewing public, because we’ve had more than 20 hits today. Hooray! Readers! If you’re lucky (which, let’s be honest, you won’t be) I’ll post-up and FINALLY discuss “The Village.” Instead, though, I’m pretty much headed to the movies AGAIN tonight, this time to check out “Garden State.” MMmmmmmmm, Natalie Portman….
Before we go any farther, though, I’d like to thank Colleen, newest denizen of The Kingdom, for her kind words. I just now got your message, and if you know any openings in broadcasting, I’m listening. Nevertheless, I’m just glad I could entertain you. Which brings me to one final bit of housecleaning: WHO THE HELL works for “Bolt Beranek and Newman Inc?” You visit an AWFUL lot, and I just want to give you the appropriate love.
Now, to the MAIN EVENT!
Saturday evening, after returning from one hell of a fun Pirates/Cardinals game (after which I MET ROB MACKOWIAK!!!!!!! ) Jack, Kurt, Kup and I settled back at 707 for a lil’ bit o’ sleepy time. Let’s talk about the game though. For those of you that know Jack, you know that he looks like he’s about 12. Case in point: Friday night, at one of the shadier bars in Shadyside, Jack was asked for TWO FORMS OF IDENTIFICATION. Basically, short of a birth certificate, he wasn’t getting into the bar. Another case in point: talking on the phone to Jeanie Saturday night, and discussing how she was randomly seated with her Lexis crew in the same row as me, a mere two sections to my portside, she asked if I was at the game with my nephew. My nephew, of course, referring to Jack, “that little kid” I was with. Anywho, on the way to the game, we jokingly told Jack that since he had brought his camera, he should tell hot girls that it’s his “Make a Wish Trip” and that they should take their picture with him. A great plan, no? Sure, it’s kind of skeevy, and a little bit wrong, but it’s all in good fun? Right? WRONG. We reached the ballpark, found our awesomely awesome, yet cheap, seats only to learn that it was CANCER SURVIVOR’S DAY at the Ballpark, complete with a recently Khemo’d 12 year old boy singing the National Anthem with something akin to the voice of an angel.
When the Good Lord wants to send you a message, he doesn’t f*ck around, and in this case he was saying, “HEY @$$HOLES! DON’T JOKE ABOUT CANCER!” So we didn’t.
The Bucs went on to lose, but we saw FOUR homeruns, Jim Edmonds (my second favourite ballplayer hit one, and threw out a player at the plate), and new (but lousy) Pirate Ty Wigginton bowled over his SECOND catcher in ten days. This was a Steel Curtain kind of hit, at that. Good times.
After meeting Rob, then taking a siesta, the four of us were eventually joined by Andy and Megan Starr as we all became enthralled with one of the most intriguing television experiences ever: ESPN2’s Behind the Scenes production of the USC/VT football game. Basically, in about four split screens at a time, you got to see everything that went into making a high-class, high-gloss College Football Production. You don’t even have to be a sports fan to get caught up in this stuff, it’s AMAZING what it takes to put something of that magnitude together. And they even taught us how they put the Yellow First Down Line of Awesomeness onto the screen. Made me want to quit my day job, and, as Colleen suggested, take up broadcasting.
Well, lookee there, I AM better at night (I’m writing this post-Letterman)! I even found a way to wrap this portion of the story up in a lil’ bow, using the same thing I introduced it all with! Don’t let anyone tell yinz that a liberal arts edjumacation is worthless, n’at.
(and yes, Jeanie, I’ve put off talking about The Matrix, just to screw with you. Welcome to the Jungle.)
THE FINAL CHAPTER later today! In the meantime, I NEED poll ideas. I NEED THEM SO BADLY!
Peace out, y’all,
-apk
1 Comments:
That is mega-cool, Marcus! That place was one of the coolest buildings I've ever been in, and is basically the only good thing on this earth associated with the word "Republican." Did your dad cook for them? Did he meet them? Very cool, indeed. I've eaten at the same swanky-ass place as the President. Sure, that's not enough to get me to vote for the guy, but it's enough to hang my hat on.
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apk, at 11:44 PM, August 31, 2004
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