Daily Dose: "There's Something 'Bout Your Pushing Me, Pulling Me, Saying, 'Don't go away.'"
TGIF, friends, and welcome back to the Kingdom.
There's an interesting mix of events churning around today, which may make for either 1) an emotionally charged Dose or a 2) decidedly bland one. Tough call, let's see where the stream takes us.
First off, take a moment to laugh your ass off at what has become one of my all-time favourite websites. The Link of the Day will take you to Vin Diesel Random Fact Generator. Keep hitting 'refresh' on your browser, and just keep laughing. Post-up with some of your best results. Some of my favourites (that I can remember off the top of my head) include:
"Vin Diesel once said Beetlejuice three times. Since then, Michael Keaton has had no career."
"5 x 5 = Vin Diesel."
"Vin Diesel once won control of the universe from God in a ladder match. After a few days, though, he gave it back to Him out of pity...just out of pity."
"The dinosaurs went extinct after Vin Diesel told God he thought the dinosaurs were "a motherf***ing stupid idea...dumbass." God was embarrased and killed off all the dinosaurs. Then, Vin Diesel gave back God's bong."
Just the pure extensiveness/ecclecticness of this site is something to behold, whoever's writing these 'facts' is my hero for a week. Then I'll get bored and start watching that Batman Lego Movie again...God bless the internet. That Al Gore really outdid himself.
I see the Kujo has already posted his thoughts on the Sheffield altercation. Interestingly, Adam Kupchelitis has landed firmly on the other side of the debate. It should surprise none of you to learn that Kup is a Yankees fan, and Kujo's a Red Sox fan. That being said, I've not seen a got view of the altercation (I've only seen it on ESPN Motion, which, coincidentally, sucks). I'll reserve judgment for now, if you've seen it, feel free to share your opinions. One thing I've noticed that's not been discussed is that the media has refused to take any sort of blame for shit like this happening. I know Sox and Yankees fans will forever hate each other. They're like cobras and mongooseses (geese?)--natural enemies. However, maybe if a 3 game series THE SECOND FRAKKIN' WEEK IN APRIL wasn't hyped to all high-holy-hell, then fans wouldn't jack the rivalry up to a point where they felt they needed to "do their part" and start hitting players. Just a thought. And since I have a soapbox, I figured I'd use it.
Since I talk too much about baseball around here, according to new Kingdomite, the lovely Elise, I guess I'll get off that subject for now, and tell you about how my weekend plans are all screwed up, thanks to Men's Warehouse.
You see, folks, I'm in my old buddy Doug's wedding this weekend. Since his groomsmen are scattered amongst the four winds, he used his Navy-officer ingenuity to order his tuxes through the aforementioned National Chain. Nice of him to do so, actually, it meant I could order mine in the Waterfront, and not in Greensburg. (For non-Pittsburghers, that's about a driving time difference of 40 minutes for me.) So I go to pick the damn thing up yesterday, only to find that some nimrod in their central sending processing plant or whatever decided that the 36" pants ordered for me (no fat jokes, people.) would better fit me if they were...
..wait for it...
31 FRAKKIN' INCHES.
I could stop drinking beer, kool ade, soda, water, and air; eat only vegetables; exercise 3 hours a day, six days a week; and there ain't NO WAY i'm getting into 31" pants. (Actually, I was quite proud of myself for actually getting them buttoned last night. However, my colon was less than thrilled). So yeah. They're hoping to have the right pants shipped to me by today (ie: 'this morning') but we're approaching noon, now, and I've not heard from them. Basically, that means that I have to drive 100 minutes to Latrobe for the rehearsal tonight, and then instead of driving 30 minutes to my parents' house, where Drew and I could carpool to the wedding tomorrow, I've got to come ALL THE WAY BACK to the city tonight, just so I can pick up my tux tomorrow morning at 11am, and then haul ass back to Latrobe in time to make the wedding. Awesome.
Sorry to rant. The more I think about it, and how it's frakked up my entire weekend, the pissier I get.
Oh, so I guess it's time to explain, "frak." Frak is an imaginary curse word created wayyy back in the 70s for the original Battlestar Galactica. It was one of the few things from the original that made it into the new series without change. Interchangable with another four-letter word, commonly refered to as "the F-Bomb," it has decidedly cut down on my dirty language. This way, I can still swear, and people don't know. Yes, I'm a geek. But also, it's a fun word. If you don't like it, go frak yourself.
hmmm..well, lucky for yinz, I got sidetracked enough that I avoided the emotional-ness of the past week. Actually, I don't feel that emotional, just weird. It's the usual complicatedness, that I'm sure you can all come up with explanations for on your own, if you care. Generally, I'm swell, just trying to figure out where to go from here. Right now, the edict is: trust my gut. So we'll see how long that works out. Nothing like a new adventure.
And finally, YOUR Song of the Day is "Gotta Stay High" by the New Radicals. Although I'm adverse to the high-ness, I still really like this song, and it just seems to work for me right now. Played it on repeat on the cd-player as I drove to work today. I drove, because I have to stop by Men's Warehouse on the way home. To pick up my tux..
if it's actually there...
...frak.
-apk
There's an interesting mix of events churning around today, which may make for either 1) an emotionally charged Dose or a 2) decidedly bland one. Tough call, let's see where the stream takes us.
First off, take a moment to laugh your ass off at what has become one of my all-time favourite websites. The Link of the Day will take you to Vin Diesel Random Fact Generator. Keep hitting 'refresh' on your browser, and just keep laughing. Post-up with some of your best results. Some of my favourites (that I can remember off the top of my head) include:
"Vin Diesel once said Beetlejuice three times. Since then, Michael Keaton has had no career."
"5 x 5 = Vin Diesel."
"Vin Diesel once won control of the universe from God in a ladder match. After a few days, though, he gave it back to Him out of pity...just out of pity."
"The dinosaurs went extinct after Vin Diesel told God he thought the dinosaurs were "a motherf***ing stupid idea...dumbass." God was embarrased and killed off all the dinosaurs. Then, Vin Diesel gave back God's bong."
Just the pure extensiveness/ecclecticness of this site is something to behold, whoever's writing these 'facts' is my hero for a week. Then I'll get bored and start watching that Batman Lego Movie again...God bless the internet. That Al Gore really outdid himself.
I see the Kujo has already posted his thoughts on the Sheffield altercation. Interestingly, Adam Kupchelitis has landed firmly on the other side of the debate. It should surprise none of you to learn that Kup is a Yankees fan, and Kujo's a Red Sox fan. That being said, I've not seen a got view of the altercation (I've only seen it on ESPN Motion, which, coincidentally, sucks). I'll reserve judgment for now, if you've seen it, feel free to share your opinions. One thing I've noticed that's not been discussed is that the media has refused to take any sort of blame for shit like this happening. I know Sox and Yankees fans will forever hate each other. They're like cobras and mongooseses (geese?)--natural enemies. However, maybe if a 3 game series THE SECOND FRAKKIN' WEEK IN APRIL wasn't hyped to all high-holy-hell, then fans wouldn't jack the rivalry up to a point where they felt they needed to "do their part" and start hitting players. Just a thought. And since I have a soapbox, I figured I'd use it.
Since I talk too much about baseball around here, according to new Kingdomite, the lovely Elise, I guess I'll get off that subject for now, and tell you about how my weekend plans are all screwed up, thanks to Men's Warehouse.
You see, folks, I'm in my old buddy Doug's wedding this weekend. Since his groomsmen are scattered amongst the four winds, he used his Navy-officer ingenuity to order his tuxes through the aforementioned National Chain. Nice of him to do so, actually, it meant I could order mine in the Waterfront, and not in Greensburg. (For non-Pittsburghers, that's about a driving time difference of 40 minutes for me.) So I go to pick the damn thing up yesterday, only to find that some nimrod in their central sending processing plant or whatever decided that the 36" pants ordered for me (no fat jokes, people.) would better fit me if they were...
..wait for it...
31 FRAKKIN' INCHES.
I could stop drinking beer, kool ade, soda, water, and air; eat only vegetables; exercise 3 hours a day, six days a week; and there ain't NO WAY i'm getting into 31" pants. (Actually, I was quite proud of myself for actually getting them buttoned last night. However, my colon was less than thrilled). So yeah. They're hoping to have the right pants shipped to me by today (ie: 'this morning') but we're approaching noon, now, and I've not heard from them. Basically, that means that I have to drive 100 minutes to Latrobe for the rehearsal tonight, and then instead of driving 30 minutes to my parents' house, where Drew and I could carpool to the wedding tomorrow, I've got to come ALL THE WAY BACK to the city tonight, just so I can pick up my tux tomorrow morning at 11am, and then haul ass back to Latrobe in time to make the wedding. Awesome.
Sorry to rant. The more I think about it, and how it's frakked up my entire weekend, the pissier I get.
Oh, so I guess it's time to explain, "frak." Frak is an imaginary curse word created wayyy back in the 70s for the original Battlestar Galactica. It was one of the few things from the original that made it into the new series without change. Interchangable with another four-letter word, commonly refered to as "the F-Bomb," it has decidedly cut down on my dirty language. This way, I can still swear, and people don't know. Yes, I'm a geek. But also, it's a fun word. If you don't like it, go frak yourself.
hmmm..well, lucky for yinz, I got sidetracked enough that I avoided the emotional-ness of the past week. Actually, I don't feel that emotional, just weird. It's the usual complicatedness, that I'm sure you can all come up with explanations for on your own, if you care. Generally, I'm swell, just trying to figure out where to go from here. Right now, the edict is: trust my gut. So we'll see how long that works out. Nothing like a new adventure.
And finally, YOUR Song of the Day is "Gotta Stay High" by the New Radicals. Although I'm adverse to the high-ness, I still really like this song, and it just seems to work for me right now. Played it on repeat on the cd-player as I drove to work today. I drove, because I have to stop by Men's Warehouse on the way home. To pick up my tux..
if it's actually there...
...frak.
-apk
8 Comments:
Bruce "Dickenson" Banner,
What does that MEAN?
(hopefully, that the blog needs MORE COWBELL!)
apk
By
apk, at 12:51 PM, April 15, 2005
I'll get off the box right after this...look at the guys reaction after sheffield takes a shot at him. Complete shock, he had no idea that Sheff thought that he took at shot at him - just like the guy that Artest ravaged a few months ago (only Artest got the wrong guy). I agree that all fans (including yankees fans, ahem - Little Jeffrey Maiers, a la '96 ACLS) should keep their grubby hands off the ball. The media made this kid a hero, while Tony Tarasco and O's fans still have nightmares. But it's not the players' role to police these matters, and what's worse, to make up stories about being 'hit.' My point: It's not just the media - it's the players/coaches abusing the media during interviews as well. Just read Torre's quotes about the guy "not being able to walk the streets." Come on. Everyone of those idiots fans who reached for the ball should had simply been ejected. MLB needs to step up to the plate (pun intended!). This is similar to the voting system of the USA...when is enough going to be enough. Changes need to be implemented. There was a guy who dove for the ball and almost rolled out onto the field last night, too. He wasn't ejected...why not?
One more thing and then I'm done. Those idiots prevented an extra run from scoring...Tek is no Pokey Reese, but that ball took a loooooooong time to get around the right field wall. Why interfere with a ball that is still in play and can potentially bring in more runs, instead of stranding players on base. Fans are dumb. One thing to consider about the "wagon" fans is that at Fenway those seats bordering the field are usually occupied by corporate sponsors (i.e. spoiled, rich kids that know little about the sport, but think it's cool to be on tv thanks to daddy's/mommy's connections). Woah, major dig. I feel better. Thanks for pretending to listen!
By
Anonymous, at 1:00 PM, April 15, 2005
If we are to point out alliances...Banner hates baseball. Thanks for playing!
By
Anonymous, at 1:43 PM, April 15, 2005
ZING!
I do believe Kujo hath been SERVED.
(meaning he just scored more points with one post than PSU will all season)
apk
By
apk, at 2:18 PM, April 15, 2005
Served? Ha. I'm not going to get into it...dad was a dodgers fan...no more dodgers...mets the NY alternative, but followed and cared about the Sox. 1986 was a strange coincidence. Knor, I'm confused. I thought you liked St. Louis or was it the Pirates...and the beat goes on. Banner, go sleep on a couch.
By
Anonymous, at 3:19 PM, April 15, 2005
it's mongeese, dear. and yes, you do talk a little too much about baseball :)
By
*em*, at 8:57 PM, April 17, 2005
Elise, if the emails keep up, you'll quickly learn that baseball is life. And you'll deal ;)
As for you, Kujawski, we've been through all this before, but since there are newbies around, I'll rehash.
Reasons I like the Cardinals
by Adam P. Knor
1) Jim Edmonds: the new Van Slyke after my all-time favorite player left Pittsburgh, I followed him from Anaheim (hence my Angels hat era) to the Cardinals (hence, my Cardinals hats)
2) the myriad of Cardinals that had been on my various fantasy teams, that I learned to love, like Matt Morris, Daryl Kile, and Mark "I don't want to talk about the past" McGwire
3) the hat is cool, and it coincidentally matches about 90% of my wardrobe.
4) the Pirates have sucked for going on 13 years.
go Cards.
(except for Monday and Tuesday, when they play the Bucs)
ps: Pujols is God. Rolen is the best thing to ever come out of Filthadelphia, except maybe for Independence.
By
apk, at 12:10 AM, April 18, 2005
That fan should have been ejected, and nothing should happen to Sheffield. Enough with fans thinking they can do whatever they want at a game. Kujp, as for the fan who basically dove onto the field: it was a foul ball, out of play, with no chance of interfering with the game. The fan in the Sheffield case reached into the playing field and made contact with a player. And it looked intentional to me considering if some one were going for the ball, they would probably reach over the fence towards the ground to scoop it up, not reach out over the fence and blindly swing in the vicinity of a player trying to make a play. The fan didn't look like he was doing something intentionally violent, however he made contact with the face of a player on the field. Sheffield shoved him away; that's it. He didn't know if it was on prupose or not. He was defending himself. No one comes to where we work and, wether intentional or not, get in our way of our job and smack us in the face. I think it was all handled well. But all this shit is showing that the new Sox bandwagon fans at these games are a bunch of thugs. -Bromberg
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Anonymous, at 8:56 AM, April 18, 2005
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