Before I get to Sports Friday, you may notice I finally broke down and did the Wednesday weigh-in this morning.
In the nine days since the last weigh-in, I was unable to lose my targeted one-tenth of a pound, instead gaining more than 1/2 a pound.
This would bother most people to the point they would completely abandon their half-ass attempt to lose weight, and go on to legitimate weight-loss efforts. But not me, I'm too focused. I just need to make my weight-loss goals more realistic.
Obvioulsy, trying to lose a tenth of a pound over a week's time was too strenuous for my system, and thus had adverse effects.
Current weight: 150.0
Next week's goal: no heavier than 150.3
wish me luck. And now to Sports Friday...
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The College World Series recently wrapped up and while i am happy that college baseball is getting advanced exposure from ESPN, I still have a few concerns about the network's coverage.
Primarily, I don't care for the way announcers treat it like a gimmick sport. The metal thing the batters are holding? it's an aluminum bat. I realize this, you don't have to keep telling me.
The facts of the matter are:
1) going to wood bats is cost prohibitive.
College baseball for 99% of the programs out there is a non-revenue sport (this is a misnomer of sorts, since it generates revenue but not profit). Bats break and need to be replaced and somebody has to pay for them. It's an added expense that most baseball programs couldn't handle and most athletic departments wouldn't want to subsidize.
2) (and i guess this is more of an opinion) Going to wood bats would completely kill the entertainment value of college baseball.
Put wooden bats in college baseball and you're going to be watching the equivalent of very poor Single A minor league talent. The 18-, 19- and 20-year-olds good enough to use wooden bats have, for the most part, already been drafted and aren't playing college ball. Aluminum bats have been tempered to the point where the days of 21-14 final scores have pretty much disappeared and i have no desire to watch a bunch of people hit .220 for a season with wooden bats.
And if you want to project it further out, the talent level will depleted further by more high school players on the fence of going pro or going to college choosing to sign contracts. Say I'm an 11th or 12th round pick. I can go to college, turn into a pretty good hitter and get drafted much higher. But much more likely, I'll hit .240 with a couple homeruns and in three years maybe not get drafted at all. If I'm going to struggle with a wooden bat, I might as well be getting paid to do it.
Harold Reynolds, who i would call the lead announcer for ESPN's coverage, is a Major League Baseball guy. Reynold's biggest problem is he sees everything as a comparison between college and pro, specifically centering on the bats. By harping on the bats, he conveys the message that we're watching "almost baseball." like i mentioned, a gimmick.
"A lead like this isn't safe in college baseball because of these bats," he quite frequently opines. But tell me, why is a seven run lead more safe in pro baseball? If one team can score seven runs with a wooden bat, doesn't that mean that wooden bats can be used to overcome a big lead? the reason the lead is safer in the pros is that the pitching is better. It's not like the pro teams use aluminum bats to score runs, then late in the game switch to wood bats.
Reynolds also likes to talk about college baseball players getting hit by pitches. I would be foolish not to concede that aluminum is more forgiving than wood on inside pitches, allowing hitters to stand closer to the plate. But when was the last time you saw Craig Biggio try to get out of the way of a pitch? Pro hitters dive into the plate as well, you know.
However, Reynolds is also very very good at what he does and by no means would i suggest he no longer call the CWS. But i would like to see ESPN use more college baseball guys around him. I would suggest maybe finding a few exceptional people who do broadcasts for colleges who didn't make the World Series.
That would solve my other major problem, the announcers don't spend all year following college baseball. And, as a result, we spend the college postseason hearing the same stories night after night. With the limited exposure the broadcast team has to the sport, they typically pick up one or two interesting things about each team and talk about them throughout the super regionals and CWS. I must have heard about LSU catcher Matt Liuzza's family restaurant 10 times a few years ago.
So, in conclusion, i would like to see college baseball announced like other sports and not as the weird cousin of professional baseball.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wherever i throw those dice
Don't know how I managed to talk about a funny commercial yesterday without paying proper homage to the Red Stripe "hooray beer" commercial. a couple highlights:
"Excuse me, sir, would you say you are ugly?...you are VERY ugly!"
"hooray beer"
..."says the beautiful man."
I started a 401(k) at work today. i'm officially a boring grown-up. i wonder how long i have to wait before i get to retire on that $15 they're taking out of my next check.
there had to be a shorter way to write that last sentence.
Don't worry, i have also noticed the lack of funny stuff to appear on here over the last couple of weeks. Trust me, once there is material, you'll be the first to know.
"Excuse me, sir, would you say you are ugly?...you are VERY ugly!"
"hooray beer"
..."says the beautiful man."
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I started a 401(k) at work today. i'm officially a boring grown-up. i wonder how long i have to wait before i get to retire on that $15 they're taking out of my next check.
there had to be a shorter way to write that last sentence.
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also replaced the water jug at work again today. i think this means i am responsible for the last 20 gallons of water that people at the office have consumed. i wanted to use the past tense of "drink," but i'm not sure if it's drank or drunk. Just looked it up. it's "drank" but i think "drunk" is correct there since it's "have ____ ." hell, i don't know.***
Don't worry, i have also noticed the lack of funny stuff to appear on here over the last couple of weeks. Trust me, once there is material, you'll be the first to know.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
I've got an open mind so won't you all get inside
things on my mind right now:
If everything in my life goes magnificently and I am one day awarded "Greatest Person Alive" status, I will still be a failure for not being the one to come up with the "Big Buckin' Chicken" commerical. Burger King has been running a less-funny "Big Huckin Chicken" where the chicken is jumping on a motorcycle. but the original big buckin chicken? genius.
big...buckin....chicken
you are big
and you are...chicken.
The Food network's Giada De Laurentiis is in her probationary period to replace Lauren Graham as most strikingly attractive older woman on television. i mean older than me, not older older.
As many of you know, Lauren Graham has been a favorite of mine for several years now, so i'm not quite ready to give her the boot for good. but it's close.
The water cooler at work is getting dangerously low again. I don't think it'll make it the rest of the week. i'm very interested to see if i get stuck changing it again.
I'm currently reading "A Confederacy of Dunces" but don't have anything to read once i finish it. I welcome any suggested readings.
If everything in my life goes magnificently and I am one day awarded "Greatest Person Alive" status, I will still be a failure for not being the one to come up with the "Big Buckin' Chicken" commerical. Burger King has been running a less-funny "Big Huckin Chicken" where the chicken is jumping on a motorcycle. but the original big buckin chicken? genius.
big...buckin....chicken
you are big
and you are...chicken.
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The Food network's Giada De Laurentiis is in her probationary period to replace Lauren Graham as most strikingly attractive older woman on television. i mean older than me, not older older.
As many of you know, Lauren Graham has been a favorite of mine for several years now, so i'm not quite ready to give her the boot for good. but it's close.
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The water cooler at work is getting dangerously low again. I don't think it'll make it the rest of the week. i'm very interested to see if i get stuck changing it again.
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I'm currently reading "A Confederacy of Dunces" but don't have anything to read once i finish it. I welcome any suggested readings.
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Speaking of suggestions, i want new wall paper for my work computer. Right now i have the evil monkey that lives in my closet, but it's been up there a while. i'm leaning toward wilfred brimley as a replacement, but if anybody has a better idea, i'd like to hear it.
She likes the weather
Picked up the new Counting Crows CD last night. it's not really new, it's a live concert cd.
listened to most of it so far, and i really like it. it has a couple of concert staples, but also a lot of stuff i haven't heard them play anywhere else.
it has the soulful sound of their VH1 Storytellers CD, but is a little harder.
it's not one of those that i'll listen to over and over as i tend to do when a new crows disk comes out (which they rarely do), but it certainly is worthy of regular rotation.
and now i really can't wait for the real new cd coming out sometime next year. Its working title right now is "Saturday nights and Sunday mornings."
One sidenote about the new concert cd. it was taped in Amsterdam a couple of years ago. in spots when Adam Duritz stops singing and points the mic to the crowd, it sounds weird. It's a bunch of Amsterdudes who can't really carry a tune.
I didn't weigh this morning because i didn't feel like it.
i figure if i'm only going to half-ass try to lose weight, it only stands to reason that i should also half-ass track the progress.
listened to most of it so far, and i really like it. it has a couple of concert staples, but also a lot of stuff i haven't heard them play anywhere else.
it has the soulful sound of their VH1 Storytellers CD, but is a little harder.
it's not one of those that i'll listen to over and over as i tend to do when a new crows disk comes out (which they rarely do), but it certainly is worthy of regular rotation.
and now i really can't wait for the real new cd coming out sometime next year. Its working title right now is "Saturday nights and Sunday mornings."
One sidenote about the new concert cd. it was taped in Amsterdam a couple of years ago. in spots when Adam Duritz stops singing and points the mic to the crowd, it sounds weird. It's a bunch of Amsterdudes who can't really carry a tune.
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I didn't weigh this morning because i didn't feel like it.
i figure if i'm only going to half-ass try to lose weight, it only stands to reason that i should also half-ass track the progress.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
His daddy was a rock star named Pig Newton
well, i have absolutely nothing to say today. So maybe it's time for another self-interview.
Q. Thanks for stopping by.
A: Glad to be here, Bob.
Q: My name's not Bob.
A: Stop changing the subject.
Q. OK, moving along. What's on your mind?
A: Well, i'm a little pissed i had to change out the water doo-hicky in the breakroom again. I've started marking the jugs when i put a new one in. surprisingly enough, i have yet to change one that somebody else put in.
Q: So i guess, then, one can only conclude that you drink enough water at work to empty a five gallon jug of water in three days.
A: yes, because surely if someone else is the person who empties the water before i use it they would certainly have the decency to change the jug they ownselfs. I must be taking the last of the water my ownself and forgetting to replace the jug until i go back for more.
Q: You must be one water-drinkin' sumbitch.
A: You're telling me, Bob.
Q: My name's not Bob.
A: whatever.
Q: So how's married life treating you?
A: Um...it's good.
Q: I sensed some hesitation.
A: Don't really want to talk about it.
Q: Come on, you can tell me.
A:Well, Bob, my wife cheats at Skip-Bo and last night she made me eat an entire chocolate cake and then while i was eating it she took the cake and threw it away.
Q: That wasn't very nice.
A: oh, it was horrible. Worse than the Britney Spears interview she made me watch. Even worse than matt lauer not wearing socks during the britney spears interview. See, what happened was she asked if i wanted chocolate cake because it had been in the fridge for a few weeks. and i said "no, i'm not particularly hungry, oh sunshine of my life." and she was all like, "I can't believe you're going to waste that cake my dad brought you." so i got a fork and started to eat the whole cake and i'm pretty sure my stomach was going to explode but i kept eating. then she called me a "drama queen" and threw my cake away.
Q: Wait a second, did you just say you play Skip-Bo?
A. Oh, you caught that? yeah, you know, we're two 20-something newlyweds with the house to ourselves and not a care in the world. what else is could we possibly do besides play Skip-Bo?
Q: Well, it starts with "s" and doesn't end with "kip-Bo"
A: Oh, we do that, too. In fact, we've been known to go at if for hours on end, day after day after day. Our marathon Scrabble games are legendary, you know. We also play mexican dominoes.
Q: good to know. does your wife cheat at Scrabble, too?
A: Without fail. She pretty much cheats at anything she beats me at. which is pretty much everything.
Q: how do you tolerate living with someone of such deplorable game-playing practices?
A: It's tough, Bob.
Q: I bet people feel sorry for you.
A: absolutely, people always tell me how rough i have it and how she really lucked out to find someone with my combination of charm, wit and spectacularly sculpted physique.
Q: You truly are a saint.
A: why thank you, Bob.
Q. Thanks for stopping by.
A: Glad to be here, Bob.
Q: My name's not Bob.
A: Stop changing the subject.
Q. OK, moving along. What's on your mind?
A: Well, i'm a little pissed i had to change out the water doo-hicky in the breakroom again. I've started marking the jugs when i put a new one in. surprisingly enough, i have yet to change one that somebody else put in.
Q: So i guess, then, one can only conclude that you drink enough water at work to empty a five gallon jug of water in three days.
A: yes, because surely if someone else is the person who empties the water before i use it they would certainly have the decency to change the jug they ownselfs. I must be taking the last of the water my ownself and forgetting to replace the jug until i go back for more.
Q: You must be one water-drinkin' sumbitch.
A: You're telling me, Bob.
Q: My name's not Bob.
A: whatever.
Q: So how's married life treating you?
A: Um...it's good.
Q: I sensed some hesitation.
A: Don't really want to talk about it.
Q: Come on, you can tell me.
A:Well, Bob, my wife cheats at Skip-Bo and last night she made me eat an entire chocolate cake and then while i was eating it she took the cake and threw it away.
Q: That wasn't very nice.
A: oh, it was horrible. Worse than the Britney Spears interview she made me watch. Even worse than matt lauer not wearing socks during the britney spears interview. See, what happened was she asked if i wanted chocolate cake because it had been in the fridge for a few weeks. and i said "no, i'm not particularly hungry, oh sunshine of my life." and she was all like, "I can't believe you're going to waste that cake my dad brought you." so i got a fork and started to eat the whole cake and i'm pretty sure my stomach was going to explode but i kept eating. then she called me a "drama queen" and threw my cake away.
Q: Wait a second, did you just say you play Skip-Bo?
A. Oh, you caught that? yeah, you know, we're two 20-something newlyweds with the house to ourselves and not a care in the world. what else is could we possibly do besides play Skip-Bo?
Q: Well, it starts with "s" and doesn't end with "kip-Bo"
A: Oh, we do that, too. In fact, we've been known to go at if for hours on end, day after day after day. Our marathon Scrabble games are legendary, you know. We also play mexican dominoes.
Q: good to know. does your wife cheat at Scrabble, too?
A: Without fail. She pretty much cheats at anything she beats me at. which is pretty much everything.
Q: how do you tolerate living with someone of such deplorable game-playing practices?
A: It's tough, Bob.
Q: I bet people feel sorry for you.
A: absolutely, people always tell me how rough i have it and how she really lucked out to find someone with my combination of charm, wit and spectacularly sculpted physique.
Q: You truly are a saint.
A: why thank you, Bob.
Friday, June 23, 2006
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
Welcome to sports Friday.
Another name or two disappeared this week from the candidate list for the LSU baseball coaching vacancy, including Corbin at Vanderbilt and Ray Tanner of South Carolina.
It's looking more and more like either Jim Wells or Skip Bertman will be in the home dugout of Alex Box Stadium next year. Barring a last-minute change of heart by someone, this is starting to look like Bertman has again failed to make the big-time hire.
When Nick Saban left LSU in the position of being football coachless, i will contend that Bertman wasn't given a whole lot of time before signing day to get a new coach in place. But I have a hard time believing that the prestige of the LSU job -- only one full season off a national title -- coupled with the athletic department's budget couldn't have landed someone who left fans saying, "Well, if we can't have Saban, at least we got..."
But that didn't happen.
It appears that LSU baseball hire is looking a lot like the Les Miles hiring. it will be somebody whose resume will more or less justify the hire, but won't have people running out in the streets to celebrate. And the jury is still out as to whether Miles will prove to be an adequate hire, but that's a discussion for another day.
So I'm still holding out hope that a big time name will end up leading the baseball team next year. All indications are that it won't happen, though. And if that's the case, I can only hope LSU's next hire will be a new athletic director.
Another name or two disappeared this week from the candidate list for the LSU baseball coaching vacancy, including Corbin at Vanderbilt and Ray Tanner of South Carolina.
It's looking more and more like either Jim Wells or Skip Bertman will be in the home dugout of Alex Box Stadium next year. Barring a last-minute change of heart by someone, this is starting to look like Bertman has again failed to make the big-time hire.
When Nick Saban left LSU in the position of being football coachless, i will contend that Bertman wasn't given a whole lot of time before signing day to get a new coach in place. But I have a hard time believing that the prestige of the LSU job -- only one full season off a national title -- coupled with the athletic department's budget couldn't have landed someone who left fans saying, "Well, if we can't have Saban, at least we got..."
But that didn't happen.
It appears that LSU baseball hire is looking a lot like the Les Miles hiring. it will be somebody whose resume will more or less justify the hire, but won't have people running out in the streets to celebrate. And the jury is still out as to whether Miles will prove to be an adequate hire, but that's a discussion for another day.
So I'm still holding out hope that a big time name will end up leading the baseball team next year. All indications are that it won't happen, though. And if that's the case, I can only hope LSU's next hire will be a new athletic director.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Encyclopedia Brown and the Case of the deleted blog comment
Dave Isaacs, the subject of my last blog, left me a comment. At first, i was just going to answer it with a comment of my own, but decided to give this its own blog entry to increase the chances it would get read. since he told his side, i wanted to make sure that if you read mine, you read his. His reply:
seth,
dave isaacs here. sorry your original comment didn't show up. mvn uses wordpress and a strong spam filter, so typically a link and "you're a douchebag" as a name would be immediately deleted before i ever saw it.
if you feel so strongly about my douchebaggery, let me know ahead of time so you can go ahead and re-type your last comment. no offense is and was intended, and my apologies for the trouble.
--dave "douchebag" isaacs
Despite the sarcastic undertones, i really get the impression that he didn't delete my comment. when i left the comment, there was a note on the form that said there's a filter, so i didn't expect it to go up right away. However, the comment posted to the site pretty much immediately, so when it wasn't there later i assumed it had been deleted.
I do know, however, that a filter wouldn't have stopped it because of language i used. While i am a big enough jack-ass to anonymously call someone douchebag on my blog, i wouldn't do it to them on theirs. that's just poor taste. I either posted the comment as "Seth" or some combination of my initials. And it really would have been something along the lines of "nice try, it's been done, though" with the link.
I am still slightly confused as to what part of speech "douchebaggery" is. I think it's a gerund or something. great word, though.
seth,
dave isaacs here. sorry your original comment didn't show up. mvn uses wordpress and a strong spam filter, so typically a link and "you're a douchebag" as a name would be immediately deleted before i ever saw it.
if you feel so strongly about my douchebaggery, let me know ahead of time so you can go ahead and re-type your last comment. no offense is and was intended, and my apologies for the trouble.
--dave "douchebag" isaacs
Despite the sarcastic undertones, i really get the impression that he didn't delete my comment. when i left the comment, there was a note on the form that said there's a filter, so i didn't expect it to go up right away. However, the comment posted to the site pretty much immediately, so when it wasn't there later i assumed it had been deleted.
I do know, however, that a filter wouldn't have stopped it because of language i used. While i am a big enough jack-ass to anonymously call someone douchebag on my blog, i wouldn't do it to them on theirs. that's just poor taste. I either posted the comment as "Seth" or some combination of my initials. And it really would have been something along the lines of "nice try, it's been done, though" with the link.
I am still slightly confused as to what part of speech "douchebaggery" is. I think it's a gerund or something. great word, though.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I'm being repressed! Come witness the violence inherent in the system! Come witness the violence inherent in the system!
I am fully aware that 99% of my humor comes from ripping off movie quotes, but there's something about other people being unoriginal that really bothers me. can't explain it.
So there's this guy who has landed this gig on SportsIllustrated.com by declaring early for the NBA draft despite not being a college basketball player. It's supposed to be the humorous attempts of a 5-6 guy pretending like he's seriously trying to get drafted.
And that's all fine and good, except a guy from LSU did the same thing last year.
The guy doing it now also has his own blog where he writes about the Golden State Warriors. On there he talks about declaring for the draft. A month or two ago, I left a comment along the lines of "yeah, this is nice and all, but it's been done." i even linked the same USA Today story i have provided forthwith in this blog.
So, i had forgotten all about it, until d-bag shows back up on SI.com today. I decide to see if the guy ever answered my comment. I go back to his page and magically, my comment is nowhere to be found.
How pathetic.
So there's this guy who has landed this gig on SportsIllustrated.com by declaring early for the NBA draft despite not being a college basketball player. It's supposed to be the humorous attempts of a 5-6 guy pretending like he's seriously trying to get drafted.
And that's all fine and good, except a guy from LSU did the same thing last year.
The guy doing it now also has his own blog where he writes about the Golden State Warriors. On there he talks about declaring for the draft. A month or two ago, I left a comment along the lines of "yeah, this is nice and all, but it's been done." i even linked the same USA Today story i have provided forthwith in this blog.
So, i had forgotten all about it, until d-bag shows back up on SI.com today. I decide to see if the guy ever answered my comment. I go back to his page and magically, my comment is nowhere to be found.
How pathetic.
Everybody wants charm and a smile and a promise
If you look to your right, you'll notice the "hey, another sidebar" has been replaced.
I forgot to start the weigh-in yesterday, which probably wasn't a bad thing considering the half of a chocolate cake i ate the night before.
So right now, I'd be fighting in the cruiser weight division. I'm about five and a half pounds from bumping up to heavyweight, and 20 pounds from dropping down to light-heavyweight.
I'm putting my unofficial half-assed weight-loss attempt in boxing terms because, well, it's funny. At least to me, and i would think it would be equally funny to people who have seen me.
i'm going to be celebrating the opening of the new Daquiris and Company in Gonzales tonight, so i doubt any real progress will be made toward reaching my target weight. Come to think of it, i haven't set a target weight.
I'm feeling ambitious.
Seth's weight: 194.4, as of June 21
Seth's June 28 target: 194.3
After all, you have to learn to crawl before you learn to walk. And if you walk, could you stop by the fridge and get me a beer?
Note from Seth: yes, i realize courtney still hasn't written anything. i've been trying to think of a funny story to tell to make up for the lack of funny things happening recently, but apparantly my life really is as boring as i think it is. I'll certainly pass something along if i remember otherwise.
I forgot to start the weigh-in yesterday, which probably wasn't a bad thing considering the half of a chocolate cake i ate the night before.
So right now, I'd be fighting in the cruiser weight division. I'm about five and a half pounds from bumping up to heavyweight, and 20 pounds from dropping down to light-heavyweight.
I'm putting my unofficial half-assed weight-loss attempt in boxing terms because, well, it's funny. At least to me, and i would think it would be equally funny to people who have seen me.
i'm going to be celebrating the opening of the new Daquiris and Company in Gonzales tonight, so i doubt any real progress will be made toward reaching my target weight. Come to think of it, i haven't set a target weight.
I'm feeling ambitious.
Seth's weight: 194.4, as of June 21
Seth's June 28 target: 194.3
After all, you have to learn to crawl before you learn to walk. And if you walk, could you stop by the fridge and get me a beer?
Note from Seth: yes, i realize courtney still hasn't written anything. i've been trying to think of a funny story to tell to make up for the lack of funny things happening recently, but apparantly my life really is as boring as i think it is. I'll certainly pass something along if i remember otherwise.
Monday, June 19, 2006
and the stars above are about the only company i keep
i decided what i'm going use the "hey, another sidebar" for.
starting tomorrow, i will keep a weekly weigh-in. and just for fun, i'll put the boxing class i would have to fight in if i were a pro. here's to hoping that tomorrow doesn't bring with it "heavyweight."
but until then, enjoy saving screech from foreclosure.
starting tomorrow, i will keep a weekly weigh-in. and just for fun, i'll put the boxing class i would have to fight in if i were a pro. here's to hoping that tomorrow doesn't bring with it "heavyweight."
but until then, enjoy saving screech from foreclosure.
My left hand is good for when i'm knockin on wood, although i gotta admit that it hurts
My boy J.T. takes on the world dominoes tournament in his Sunday column in the Courier.
I actually watched the last 45 minutes of said tournament the other night on ESPN 2. Unfortunately, it appears that unless you were around sometime in the first 15 minutes, you didn't have any description of the rules or insight as to why players were making certain moves.
I think i know the general idea behind dominoes, but this coverage involved the announcers saying what each person played with the occasional "don't know why he did that" thrown in. Basically, they would play for a while, then the announcer would tell us who won.
J.T. has a great part in his column about the World Chillin' Championships. as anybody who knows me can attest, i would be a prime candidate to make the final snack table of that tournament.
Well, the team i picked to go 2-and-Q at Omaha ended up winning their first game by ten runs or so and my team i picked to win it all was one out away from losing their first two. An improbable comeback saved the day for Fullerton, who has the arms to make it all the way despite an opening-day loss.
and my generically sweeping predictions continue to be startlingly specifically inaccurate.
I rediscovered I'm fat this weekend. Couple that revelation with my thus-far successful water-focused diet, and i think i might actually be kicking off a success bid to lose some weight. this happens successfully once every 23 years or so, so i'm probably due.
I actually watched the last 45 minutes of said tournament the other night on ESPN 2. Unfortunately, it appears that unless you were around sometime in the first 15 minutes, you didn't have any description of the rules or insight as to why players were making certain moves.
I think i know the general idea behind dominoes, but this coverage involved the announcers saying what each person played with the occasional "don't know why he did that" thrown in. Basically, they would play for a while, then the announcer would tell us who won.
J.T. has a great part in his column about the World Chillin' Championships. as anybody who knows me can attest, i would be a prime candidate to make the final snack table of that tournament.
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Well, the team i picked to go 2-and-Q at Omaha ended up winning their first game by ten runs or so and my team i picked to win it all was one out away from losing their first two. An improbable comeback saved the day for Fullerton, who has the arms to make it all the way despite an opening-day loss.
and my generically sweeping predictions continue to be startlingly specifically inaccurate.
*****
I rediscovered I'm fat this weekend. Couple that revelation with my thus-far successful water-focused diet, and i think i might actually be kicking off a success bid to lose some weight. this happens successfully once every 23 years or so, so i'm probably due.
Friday, June 16, 2006
I think you better turn your ticket in and get your money back at the door
Welcome back to sports friday
The College World Series starts today, probably my favorite week and a half of the year. It's been long enough since i've been to omaha that i can watch it on tv and enjoy it without being painfully depressed about not sweating buckets in the outfield bleachers whilst ingesting a fried onion blossom and a lemonade.
(Unrelated side note: i was originally going to call it a bloomin' onion, but i believe that is a term specific to Outback's version of said culinary masterpiece. trying to think of a fitting generic term reminded me of a scene from a Lifetime Channel movie. These two teenagers are walking down the street when this guy pulls up in a car. "Hey, guys, I just purchased the latest video game console, you should come over and play later.")
(Second unrelated side note: yes, i watch Lifetime movies -- the unintentional comedy is off the charts (see above unrelated side note) and my warped brain just won't let me pass up "She Woke Up Pregnant" or "My Step-son, My Lover" without watching at least a few minutes to get some laughs. But, no, i've never watched one start to finish.)
So, anyway, here's my Sweepingly Generalized and Far From Expert Breakdown of this Year's CWS. I'm not looking any of this up, so if get some stuff wrong, please remember the "far from expert" part.
The teams:
Georgia Tech, Clemson, Georgia, Call State Fullerton, Oregon State, Miami, North Carolina, and for the life of me i can't remember the 8th team. Rice. that's it.
How they got here:
Georgia Tech swept somebody in the Supers, Oral Roberts or College of Charleston.
Clemson swept whoever GT didn;t.
Georgia took the last two from South carolina
Fullerton swept Missouri.
Oregon State swept Stanford.
Miami lost the first game to Ole Miss, but won the next two. (and there was much rejoicing)
North Carolina swept Alabama.
Rice took two of three from Oklahoma.
What i know about them.
Georgia Tech: not much of anything, to tell the truth. One of four acc teams to make the trip (only the SEC has done that in a single year, and it did it twice). Think GT was a national top 8 seed. Didn't see any of their super regional.
Clemson: Believe they are the #1 seed. can hit the ball, but needed some late heroics in their super regional, including a walk-off grandslam in the first game.
Georgia: gave up five straight homers to South Carolina in one inning in game one, but came back to take the next two. hottest team in SEC, perhaps second only to Ole Miss, at the end of the year. Not sure the pitching's there to be a huge factor in Omaha.
Fullerton: They can pitch with the best of them and hit when they need to.
Oregon State: didn't see much of their Super. They demolished a Stanford team (nice to see they lost the "Stunford" uniform) that wasn't even expected to make a super. The only team back from last year's CWS.
Miami: Scored lots of run against average ole miss pitching. Starting pitching/middle relief wasn't exceptionally impressive. but if they're up late, forget about it.
UNC: two of the top pitchers in the country. hit well against BAMA in the Super Regional, but i'm not sure if they've got enough to outscore an opponent in the battle of third or fourth starters.
Rice: Good young bats and neck-and-neck with CSF for the best pitching at the CWS. Only CWS team I've watched in person this year. Scored runs in bunches against Oklahoma, but also got beat fairly handily in game two.
My Generalized Predictions with Some Specific Stuff:
I think Miami goes 2-and-Q. i don't know the other 0-2 team because i have no idea how the bracket is set up.
Oregon State and Georgia Tech play for all the marbles. After one of them claims the marbles, they'll go to a sports bar and watch whoever is playing in CWS championship round.
Again, i don't know how the bracket is set up, by my pick to win it all is Fullerton. Don't know who they'll be playing. I'll check the bracket real quick...OK, i'm going with Rice.
Fullerton over Rice in 3.
The College World Series starts today, probably my favorite week and a half of the year. It's been long enough since i've been to omaha that i can watch it on tv and enjoy it without being painfully depressed about not sweating buckets in the outfield bleachers whilst ingesting a fried onion blossom and a lemonade.
(Unrelated side note: i was originally going to call it a bloomin' onion, but i believe that is a term specific to Outback's version of said culinary masterpiece. trying to think of a fitting generic term reminded me of a scene from a Lifetime Channel movie. These two teenagers are walking down the street when this guy pulls up in a car. "Hey, guys, I just purchased the latest video game console, you should come over and play later.")
(Second unrelated side note: yes, i watch Lifetime movies -- the unintentional comedy is off the charts (see above unrelated side note) and my warped brain just won't let me pass up "She Woke Up Pregnant" or "My Step-son, My Lover" without watching at least a few minutes to get some laughs. But, no, i've never watched one start to finish.)
So, anyway, here's my Sweepingly Generalized and Far From Expert Breakdown of this Year's CWS. I'm not looking any of this up, so if get some stuff wrong, please remember the "far from expert" part.
The teams:
Georgia Tech, Clemson, Georgia, Call State Fullerton, Oregon State, Miami, North Carolina, and for the life of me i can't remember the 8th team. Rice. that's it.
How they got here:
Georgia Tech swept somebody in the Supers, Oral Roberts or College of Charleston.
Clemson swept whoever GT didn;t.
Georgia took the last two from South carolina
Fullerton swept Missouri.
Oregon State swept Stanford.
Miami lost the first game to Ole Miss, but won the next two. (and there was much rejoicing)
North Carolina swept Alabama.
Rice took two of three from Oklahoma.
What i know about them.
Georgia Tech: not much of anything, to tell the truth. One of four acc teams to make the trip (only the SEC has done that in a single year, and it did it twice). Think GT was a national top 8 seed. Didn't see any of their super regional.
Clemson: Believe they are the #1 seed. can hit the ball, but needed some late heroics in their super regional, including a walk-off grandslam in the first game.
Georgia: gave up five straight homers to South Carolina in one inning in game one, but came back to take the next two. hottest team in SEC, perhaps second only to Ole Miss, at the end of the year. Not sure the pitching's there to be a huge factor in Omaha.
Fullerton: They can pitch with the best of them and hit when they need to.
Oregon State: didn't see much of their Super. They demolished a Stanford team (nice to see they lost the "Stunford" uniform) that wasn't even expected to make a super. The only team back from last year's CWS.
Miami: Scored lots of run against average ole miss pitching. Starting pitching/middle relief wasn't exceptionally impressive. but if they're up late, forget about it.
UNC: two of the top pitchers in the country. hit well against BAMA in the Super Regional, but i'm not sure if they've got enough to outscore an opponent in the battle of third or fourth starters.
Rice: Good young bats and neck-and-neck with CSF for the best pitching at the CWS. Only CWS team I've watched in person this year. Scored runs in bunches against Oklahoma, but also got beat fairly handily in game two.
My Generalized Predictions with Some Specific Stuff:
I think Miami goes 2-and-Q. i don't know the other 0-2 team because i have no idea how the bracket is set up.
Oregon State and Georgia Tech play for all the marbles. After one of them claims the marbles, they'll go to a sports bar and watch whoever is playing in CWS championship round.
Again, i don't know how the bracket is set up, by my pick to win it all is Fullerton. Don't know who they'll be playing. I'll check the bracket real quick...OK, i'm going with Rice.
Fullerton over Rice in 3.
In my man-bites-dog town with a Spanish name
I was sitting in the chair yesterday when the song they always play in the Speedy Gonzales cartoons popped into my head.
bahduhduhdahduhdahduhuh dadadadaddahdah bahdahdedanahdah dadadaddahdeedah
So i started singing it. Then I started singing it louder.
Courtney told me to shut up.
I told her she needed to respect my Mexican heritage. She said i wasn't mexican.
"you're not mexican," she said.
Sure, I am, I replied. The Mexican president is named Vicente Fox. that can't be a coincidence.
"hello, Vicente Fox is the president of Mexico," I said. "bahduhduhdahduhdahduhuh dadadadaddahdah bahdahdedanahdah dadadaddahdeedah!"
She told me stop making up things and be quiet.
I started calling her Slobodan and "war criminal."
We went for a walk around the neighborhood.
"You're trying to systematically eradicate my ethnic heritage," i told her, right before she called me a "drama queen" and pushed me into a neighbor's drainage ditch.
In other news, looks like it's going to be rainy this weekend. Which means last night was not the ideal time for Slobodan and me to forget that i had turned on the sprinkler after we got back from our walk around the neighborhood.
By my best estimation, it was on for about 10 hours. that can't be good.
In other other news, I get to go to Ruth's Chris tonight with Slobodan and her dad and grandma. It's going to be good. i like their broiled tomatoes.
I like Slobodan's family. They never try to kill me by pushing me into drainage ditches when i am doing absolutely nothing wrong and am not being aggravating in any way shape or form whatsoever. i am simply celebrating my heritage.
They are very understanding people.
in other other other news, stay tuned for the return of Sports Friday later today. I'd write it now, but i have to pee.
and to continue your punishment for Slobodan's refusal to post anything here. I give to you one word that sounds like two words that still don't make any sense. Yes, your friend and mine, Tubthumping:
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
'Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy...'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
'Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour...'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
bahduhduhdahduhdahduhuh dadadadaddahdah bahdahdedanahdah dadadaddahdeedah
So i started singing it. Then I started singing it louder.
Courtney told me to shut up.
I told her she needed to respect my Mexican heritage. She said i wasn't mexican.
"you're not mexican," she said.
Sure, I am, I replied. The Mexican president is named Vicente Fox. that can't be a coincidence.
"hello, Vicente Fox is the president of Mexico," I said. "bahduhduhdahduhdahduhuh dadadadaddahdah bahdahdedanahdah dadadaddahdeedah!"
She told me stop making up things and be quiet.
I started calling her Slobodan and "war criminal."
We went for a walk around the neighborhood.
"You're trying to systematically eradicate my ethnic heritage," i told her, right before she called me a "drama queen" and pushed me into a neighbor's drainage ditch.
*****
In other news, looks like it's going to be rainy this weekend. Which means last night was not the ideal time for Slobodan and me to forget that i had turned on the sprinkler after we got back from our walk around the neighborhood.
By my best estimation, it was on for about 10 hours. that can't be good.
*****
In other other news, I get to go to Ruth's Chris tonight with Slobodan and her dad and grandma. It's going to be good. i like their broiled tomatoes.
I like Slobodan's family. They never try to kill me by pushing me into drainage ditches when i am doing absolutely nothing wrong and am not being aggravating in any way shape or form whatsoever. i am simply celebrating my heritage.
They are very understanding people.
*****
in other other other news, stay tuned for the return of Sports Friday later today. I'd write it now, but i have to pee.
and to continue your punishment for Slobodan's refusal to post anything here. I give to you one word that sounds like two words that still don't make any sense. Yes, your friend and mine, Tubthumping:
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
'Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy...'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
'Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour...'
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Drove downtown in the rain, 11:30 on a Tuesday night, just to check out the late-night record shop
As a young pup, I liked listening to the oldies radio station on occasion. But I remember thinking that the oldies station would not be my go-to choice for listening once i got be my parents' age.
I was going to be cooler than that. If they were still playing 80's and 90's stuff on a radio station in 2010, you certainly weren't going to catch me listening to it.
Well, i had a tad of a revelation yesterday afternoon. I put away the newer stuff I've been listening to and spent the drive home listening to Live's "Throwing Copper" and the Gin Blossom's "New Miserable Experience."
Ewwwwwww, how 1992 of me, right?
yeah, that's what i thought my ownself. I actually had a moment of almost-embarrassment where i was relieved that nobody knew what i was listening to. Then i thought, "you know, anybody who would make fun of me for still listening to this stuff would just turnaround and listen to 'Hollaback Girl,' so actually i should be the one making fun of them."
So anyway, i guess i realized that just because music is new (or popular, for that matter) that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. And luckily, technology has advanced to a point where i don't have to rely on the radio to decide what i listen to, i can just pop something in the CD player and remember the good ol' days.
Speaking of music, should you happen to be in New York next month, check out Ryan's performace at the Stain Bar in Brooklyn (East Williamsburg) at 8 p.m. Friday, July 7.
In fact, check him out now.
I was going to be cooler than that. If they were still playing 80's and 90's stuff on a radio station in 2010, you certainly weren't going to catch me listening to it.
Well, i had a tad of a revelation yesterday afternoon. I put away the newer stuff I've been listening to and spent the drive home listening to Live's "Throwing Copper" and the Gin Blossom's "New Miserable Experience."
Ewwwwwww, how 1992 of me, right?
yeah, that's what i thought my ownself. I actually had a moment of almost-embarrassment where i was relieved that nobody knew what i was listening to. Then i thought, "you know, anybody who would make fun of me for still listening to this stuff would just turnaround and listen to 'Hollaback Girl,' so actually i should be the one making fun of them."
So anyway, i guess i realized that just because music is new (or popular, for that matter) that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. And luckily, technology has advanced to a point where i don't have to rely on the radio to decide what i listen to, i can just pop something in the CD player and remember the good ol' days.
*****
Speaking of music, should you happen to be in New York next month, check out Ryan's performace at the Stain Bar in Brooklyn (East Williamsburg) at 8 p.m. Friday, July 7.
In fact, check him out now.
unannounced was the game, all players with no names
Inspired by your friend and mine, Dandy Don, I decided to put up a countdown to kick-off of LSU football on here. Unfortunately, all i could get it to do was count down to March 15, 2009. My web site knowledge only went as far as knowing where to paste in the code, i didn't know what i needed to change to make it countdown to kick-off.
oh, well, mayhaps i'll find something a little less difficult to put there. I think maybe i'll try to put a counter up.
I think now I understand how people felt when someone they liked fought for the opposite side during the American Revolution.
Mike Bianco signed a contract extension to remain the head baseball coach at Ole Miss.
I -- and i can't believe I'm even admitting this -- was rooting for Ole Miss baseball this postseason. And i normally wouldn't cheer for Ole Miss against an AIDS epidemic. Bianco still felt like an LSU guy to me, and i wanted him to do well, particularly since a strong finish would make me even more optimistic for LSU when Bianco was named the new baseball coach here.
But, the disappointment i felt when Ole Miss lost to Miami will be the last time I ever manage such an emotion on behalf of that particular institution. in fact, i have managed to be retroactively glad they lost. Bravo, Miami, bravo! exclamation mark.
I have officially disowned Bianco. He has no purple and gold Tiger left in his blood as far as i'm concerned. His blood is blue and/or red, depending on the amount of oxygen it's receiving at any given moment.
I hope he never wins another game. I hope when he gets old, he has both hips replaced so i can send him a card to his hospital room, "Two new hips, Mikey Boy? Wow, you are exactly like Skip Bertman now. Only without five national titles, or four, or three, or two, or any for that matter."
I hope his daughter grows up healthy -- and on her 16th birthday celebrates by sleeping with half the Ole Miss baseball team.
I hope his four sons combine to sleep with the other half.
I hope his wife gets so fat that it takes a forklift to get her out of the house for her trips to the store for ice cream.
I decided that on the second day of punishing you for courtney not posting anything, i'd be a little benevolent.
Posting the entire lyrics to "Who let the dogs out" was overkill. I apologize. I hope this little dance mix makes up for it:
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me
Who let the dogs out
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
oh, well, mayhaps i'll find something a little less difficult to put there. I think maybe i'll try to put a counter up.
*****
I think now I understand how people felt when someone they liked fought for the opposite side during the American Revolution.
Mike Bianco signed a contract extension to remain the head baseball coach at Ole Miss.
I -- and i can't believe I'm even admitting this -- was rooting for Ole Miss baseball this postseason. And i normally wouldn't cheer for Ole Miss against an AIDS epidemic. Bianco still felt like an LSU guy to me, and i wanted him to do well, particularly since a strong finish would make me even more optimistic for LSU when Bianco was named the new baseball coach here.
But, the disappointment i felt when Ole Miss lost to Miami will be the last time I ever manage such an emotion on behalf of that particular institution. in fact, i have managed to be retroactively glad they lost. Bravo, Miami, bravo! exclamation mark.
I have officially disowned Bianco. He has no purple and gold Tiger left in his blood as far as i'm concerned. His blood is blue and/or red, depending on the amount of oxygen it's receiving at any given moment.
I hope he never wins another game. I hope when he gets old, he has both hips replaced so i can send him a card to his hospital room, "Two new hips, Mikey Boy? Wow, you are exactly like Skip Bertman now. Only without five national titles, or four, or three, or two, or any for that matter."
I hope his daughter grows up healthy -- and on her 16th birthday celebrates by sleeping with half the Ole Miss baseball team.
I hope his four sons combine to sleep with the other half.
I hope his wife gets so fat that it takes a forklift to get her out of the house for her trips to the store for ice cream.
*****
I decided that on the second day of punishing you for courtney not posting anything, i'd be a little benevolent.
Posting the entire lyrics to "Who let the dogs out" was overkill. I apologize. I hope this little dance mix makes up for it:
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me
Who let the dogs out
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
But good enough to leave some change, everybody's good enough for some change
If you like 10-year-old girls in swimsuits -- and who doesn't -- my friend Matt has a pretty cool slideshow on his web site. He took a series of pictures at girl scout day camp and added some audio from the camp as well.
Quality work, with the interesting audio twist. I look forward to future efforts along these lines.
Matt is a photographer at the Houma Courier, who really enjoys it when people ask if he'll photograph their wedding. He's well on his way to national fame in photography, and has already made a name for himself with his "Faces of Katrina" collection.
I don't know for sure, but i think it might have started with the "Real. Comfortable. Jeans." commercials. i'm also sort of remembering a beer commercial as well. anyway, no matter the origin, it has turned into a plague.
Yes, I'm talking about people adding emphasis to something by. putting. a. period. after. every. word.
I thought "real. comfortable. jeans." was fairly clever. but things have gotten out of control. and i encourage everyone to avoid this literary train wreck. so, Please. Don't. Do. It. Anymore. Ever.
We ended up skipping the Zephyrs game last night, so Courtney will be unable to give her expert opinion on the pitching performance of Mark Prior.
Therefore, in order to prompt her to actually contribute something here I'm going to try out a new method of inspiration. Every day, until she posts something -- and it has to be more involved than "Ok, i posted something" -- i will have no choice but to make you, the reader, experience this, every single day. Every. Single. Day.
Who let the dogs out
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back off me, beast off me
Get back you flea infested monger
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I'm gonna tell {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
To any girls calling them canine {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" {Yippie Yi, Yo}
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Her bone runs out now
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
That Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they doah-ooooo(howl)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Quality work, with the interesting audio twist. I look forward to future efforts along these lines.
Matt is a photographer at the Houma Courier, who really enjoys it when people ask if he'll photograph their wedding. He's well on his way to national fame in photography, and has already made a name for himself with his "Faces of Katrina" collection.
*****
I don't know for sure, but i think it might have started with the "Real. Comfortable. Jeans." commercials. i'm also sort of remembering a beer commercial as well. anyway, no matter the origin, it has turned into a plague.
Yes, I'm talking about people adding emphasis to something by. putting. a. period. after. every. word.
I thought "real. comfortable. jeans." was fairly clever. but things have gotten out of control. and i encourage everyone to avoid this literary train wreck. so, Please. Don't. Do. It. Anymore. Ever.
*****
We ended up skipping the Zephyrs game last night, so Courtney will be unable to give her expert opinion on the pitching performance of Mark Prior.
Therefore, in order to prompt her to actually contribute something here I'm going to try out a new method of inspiration. Every day, until she posts something -- and it has to be more involved than "Ok, i posted something" -- i will have no choice but to make you, the reader, experience this, every single day. Every. Single. Day.
Who let the dogs out
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back off me, beast off me
Get back you flea infested monger
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I'm gonna tell {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
To any girls calling them canine {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" {Yippie Yi, Yo}
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind {Yippie, Yi, Yo}
Her bone runs out now
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone All dogy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
That Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they doah-ooooo(howl)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I am so smart, i am so smart. S-M-R-T, i mean S-M-A-R-T
if i may draw your attention to the right side of your screen, you'll notice the 'hey, another sidebar' section. i just put that on there my ownself. i was in the template of the site, changing the links section. for this particular template, that section is already written in and gives you a tutorial on how to change it from "edit-me" to an actual link.
I went in and changed the name from "Links" to "what we're reading" and thought i might try something else. so i looked at the code for a second and thought i'd try to put in additional sidebar for uses that are unknown to me.
and, sho nuff, it worked. surprisingly.
so now i've got this additional side bar and don't know what to do with it. i'm leaning toward a quote of the week or a book of the month or something like that. but i certainly welcome any suggestions.
****
You've likely noticed that I'm the only person posting on here. Courtney is yet to contribute anything. she says she doesn't know what to write about.
so i'm calling her out.
she can either think of something to say or give her opinion on Mark Prior's rehab start for the Iowa Cubs tonight v. the New Orleans Zephyrs.
I went in and changed the name from "Links" to "what we're reading" and thought i might try something else. so i looked at the code for a second and thought i'd try to put in additional sidebar for uses that are unknown to me.
and, sho nuff, it worked. surprisingly.
so now i've got this additional side bar and don't know what to do with it. i'm leaning toward a quote of the week or a book of the month or something like that. but i certainly welcome any suggestions.
****
You've likely noticed that I'm the only person posting on here. Courtney is yet to contribute anything. she says she doesn't know what to write about.
so i'm calling her out.
she can either think of something to say or give her opinion on Mark Prior's rehab start for the Iowa Cubs tonight v. the New Orleans Zephyrs.
Monday, June 12, 2006
me and the chimpanzee agree
Two quick things.
1. It's now in the subscription-only portion of baseballamerica.com, but i saw possibly the funniest lead to a story ever today. I knew i should have saved it when i saw it, so i'm kicking myself now for not having it. Here's sort of a paraphrase, the term non sequitur springs to mind.
Watching So-and-So mow down Triple A hitters, you might think he's never had an any adversity in his life.
yeah, um, what?
Wow, Bob, I can't get over how well Steve is pitching today.
I agree, Stan, there's a man whose life has obviously been adversity-free. His life's lack of adversity will clearly be an asset to the team in the postseason.
2. Speaking of things that don't make sense, a mock dispute over a trophy on the radio show Mike and Mike this morning was referred to as trophygate.
I for one, am very happy that it wasn't the Doubletree Nixon's folks broke into. Watergate is so much easier to bastardize into a cliche. "Trophytree" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
i can only wonder how much longer it will be before people think that Watergate was not a hotel, but a scandal (a "gate" if you will) about water. Or maybe they'll just start calling it Watergategate.
Random Mitch Hedberg thought for the day:
I was walking down the street the other day and saw a wino eating grapes. I was like "man, you gotta wait."
1. It's now in the subscription-only portion of baseballamerica.com, but i saw possibly the funniest lead to a story ever today. I knew i should have saved it when i saw it, so i'm kicking myself now for not having it. Here's sort of a paraphrase, the term non sequitur springs to mind.
Watching So-and-So mow down Triple A hitters, you might think he's never had an any adversity in his life.
yeah, um, what?
Wow, Bob, I can't get over how well Steve is pitching today.
I agree, Stan, there's a man whose life has obviously been adversity-free. His life's lack of adversity will clearly be an asset to the team in the postseason.
2. Speaking of things that don't make sense, a mock dispute over a trophy on the radio show Mike and Mike this morning was referred to as trophygate.
I for one, am very happy that it wasn't the Doubletree Nixon's folks broke into. Watergate is so much easier to bastardize into a cliche. "Trophytree" just doesn't have the same ring to it.
i can only wonder how much longer it will be before people think that Watergate was not a hotel, but a scandal (a "gate" if you will) about water. Or maybe they'll just start calling it Watergategate.
Random Mitch Hedberg thought for the day:
I was walking down the street the other day and saw a wino eating grapes. I was like "man, you gotta wait."
he' s a bum on my stoop, i gave him 50 cents to buy him some soup
Earlier today (as in three minutes ago) i was reading my friend Ryan's blog. he was talking about overhearing somebody's conversation at White Castle. so i thought i would write about overhearing conversations my ownself.
I am the anti-nosy. the most uncomfortable situations i find myself in are ones where i am a captive audience to other people yakking. It's not that i'm above gossiping, it's that i'm probably the most judgmental person I know.
My career involves going to experts for their opinions on things and i think i've got a pretty good ear for catching when somebody knows what they're talking about (if they use phrases like "capacity building" they're a can't-miss sources). But my big problem is people have very few things they're experts on, so chances are if i hear you talking about something, i'm going to think you're an idiot. and it drives me nuts. i find myself getting antsy and repeatedly muttering "i hate stupid people."
for example, sporting events. invariably, when i attend a game i will be sitting directly in front of some yahoo who will talk for three solid hours about sports and not have a clue what they're talking about. that's the biggest drawback of sports, they can be rather entertaining, even for people who don't what's going on enough to talk about it logically.
I enjoy talking about sports and think i know a good deal about them. I also keep a running list of people i will talk sports with and how deep i'm willing to venture into a conversation with that person. (I know that sounds arrogant, but i'd rather look like a snob than pretend to be interested in a conversation that begins "don't know why they keep playin' that black quarterback." )
The problem is people would rather sound like an expert than learn something, so instead of asking a question, they make stuff up. For example, I will never say that a basketball player "moves well without the ball" (a pretty generic comment to make while discussing the game). I've always been under the impression that basketball players stand where they're told, so i don't know how to interpret the various mannerisms of those people sans basketball. And I'm OK with that. I'll talk about something i can understand.
And along those lines, i can handle people who admit they don't know something. every once in a while -- and i try my darndest not to do it -- i'll turn around and help someone with the answer to whatever they're discussing, assuming they sound curious to know the answer and aren't just stupidly discussing something they have no clue about. for example, there were two people at an LSU football game last season who were talking about how to measure the distance for punts and fieldgoals. So i told them.
But i'm venturing away from the point of this, i meant to illustrate that i'm a judgmental ass, not a sports conversation snob. To paraphrase Mark Twain, if i had more time this blog would have been shorter. (i prefer stream on consciousness writing on here instead of editing myself. trying to have a coherent point is way too much work.)
anyway, the other night i was in line to see "The Break-up." I wanted to watch it because my favorite band, Old 97's, are in it for a few minutes. It was opening night, so we had to stand in a roped off area waiting for them to open the room where the movie was playing. Unfortunately, the wait meant that i would be a captive audience to another couple's conversation.
On this particular night, I was able to hear some woman talk about how "The Break-up" would be such a big draw because Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Anniston were really dating and people were interested in finding out how that relationship would translate onto the big screen. I tend to think people like that woman read way too damned much into things. So now, despite the fact that the woman next to us could have been an absolute saint, the fact that i had to stand next to her means she will be forever enshrined in the Hall of People Who Annoy the Piss Out of Me.
I am the anti-nosy. the most uncomfortable situations i find myself in are ones where i am a captive audience to other people yakking. It's not that i'm above gossiping, it's that i'm probably the most judgmental person I know.
My career involves going to experts for their opinions on things and i think i've got a pretty good ear for catching when somebody knows what they're talking about (if they use phrases like "capacity building" they're a can't-miss sources). But my big problem is people have very few things they're experts on, so chances are if i hear you talking about something, i'm going to think you're an idiot. and it drives me nuts. i find myself getting antsy and repeatedly muttering "i hate stupid people."
for example, sporting events. invariably, when i attend a game i will be sitting directly in front of some yahoo who will talk for three solid hours about sports and not have a clue what they're talking about. that's the biggest drawback of sports, they can be rather entertaining, even for people who don't what's going on enough to talk about it logically.
I enjoy talking about sports and think i know a good deal about them. I also keep a running list of people i will talk sports with and how deep i'm willing to venture into a conversation with that person. (I know that sounds arrogant, but i'd rather look like a snob than pretend to be interested in a conversation that begins "don't know why they keep playin' that black quarterback." )
The problem is people would rather sound like an expert than learn something, so instead of asking a question, they make stuff up. For example, I will never say that a basketball player "moves well without the ball" (a pretty generic comment to make while discussing the game). I've always been under the impression that basketball players stand where they're told, so i don't know how to interpret the various mannerisms of those people sans basketball. And I'm OK with that. I'll talk about something i can understand.
And along those lines, i can handle people who admit they don't know something. every once in a while -- and i try my darndest not to do it -- i'll turn around and help someone with the answer to whatever they're discussing, assuming they sound curious to know the answer and aren't just stupidly discussing something they have no clue about. for example, there were two people at an LSU football game last season who were talking about how to measure the distance for punts and fieldgoals. So i told them.
But i'm venturing away from the point of this, i meant to illustrate that i'm a judgmental ass, not a sports conversation snob. To paraphrase Mark Twain, if i had more time this blog would have been shorter. (i prefer stream on consciousness writing on here instead of editing myself. trying to have a coherent point is way too much work.)
anyway, the other night i was in line to see "The Break-up." I wanted to watch it because my favorite band, Old 97's, are in it for a few minutes. It was opening night, so we had to stand in a roped off area waiting for them to open the room where the movie was playing. Unfortunately, the wait meant that i would be a captive audience to another couple's conversation.
On this particular night, I was able to hear some woman talk about how "The Break-up" would be such a big draw because Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Anniston were really dating and people were interested in finding out how that relationship would translate onto the big screen. I tend to think people like that woman read way too damned much into things. So now, despite the fact that the woman next to us could have been an absolute saint, the fact that i had to stand next to her means she will be forever enshrined in the Hall of People Who Annoy the Piss Out of Me.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Razorblade suitcase: In which our author waits a mere 6 paragraphs to get to the point
I typically am not very brand loyal.
In fact, i can only think of two exceptions: Coca-Cola and the Gillette Mach 3 razor. There are two things my taste buds can detect every time: Sapphire gin and a soft drink that isn't Coke, neither of which i care to drink. (Speaking of drinks, next time you watch Baywatch count how many A&W products appear. Yes, I've watched Baywatch. No, it wasn't for the captivating dialogue. Unless by "captivating dialogue," you mean...you know what, nevermind.)
Because of the infrequency with which i shave, (i started when i was about 19 and seven years later, I'm up to about three times a week) and also because i'm cheap, I started out with disposable razors, which are the worst things ever invented in the history of the universe ever for all time ever. Then one day I tried a Mach 3 and loved it. i can only compare it to the feeling you get when you're with your whole family after you haven't seen them for a while. Only like 19 times better.
After I got married (also a feeling fairly comparable to shaving with a new Mach 3), we made our first shopping trip. My trusty Mach 3 was still in Houma so i had to buy a new one. When we got to the store, it sold Mach 3's, but not the refills. It did, however, sell Schick Quatros and refills, so i decided to give that a shot.
I expected more, since it actually had one more blade than the Mach 3, but the Quatro has proven to be merely serviceable. A stopgap, if you will, until my next Mach 3.
Last night, Courtney went to the store armed with a coupon for a free Gillette Fusion, which has five blades, plus a 6th blade on the back for things like straightening your sideburns (which i can't grow anyway). It's also got a battery in it, so you can make it vibrate while you shave.
So i got to try it this morning, along with the complementary Gillette shave gel, which expands at a rate unseen since post-wedding Britney Spears. And i have to tell you, it was magnificent. I'm not sure what the vibrating accomplished, but it was a rather comfortable shave.
In fact, I couldn't stop at my face, I had to try it out on my whole body. When i finally stepped out of the shower, i looked like a cross between an olympic swimmer and a newborn hamster. I'd be unstoppable on a Slip 'n' Slide. (Note from me: no, i didn't shave anything besides my face, i was just hoping to provide a suitable mental picture for anybody who might be eating as they read this.)
For now, i think i've found a winner, it's just a matter of seeing how long i can shave before i have to use a refill.
*****
I normally would also be talking sports today, but there's nothing that immediately springs to mind that I especially want to talk about. But if you want my opinion on something (and i can't possible fathom why that would be the case) leave a comment and i'll let you know what i think.
In fact, i can only think of two exceptions: Coca-Cola and the Gillette Mach 3 razor. There are two things my taste buds can detect every time: Sapphire gin and a soft drink that isn't Coke, neither of which i care to drink. (Speaking of drinks, next time you watch Baywatch count how many A&W products appear. Yes, I've watched Baywatch. No, it wasn't for the captivating dialogue. Unless by "captivating dialogue," you mean...you know what, nevermind.)
Because of the infrequency with which i shave, (i started when i was about 19 and seven years later, I'm up to about three times a week) and also because i'm cheap, I started out with disposable razors, which are the worst things ever invented in the history of the universe ever for all time ever. Then one day I tried a Mach 3 and loved it. i can only compare it to the feeling you get when you're with your whole family after you haven't seen them for a while. Only like 19 times better.
After I got married (also a feeling fairly comparable to shaving with a new Mach 3), we made our first shopping trip. My trusty Mach 3 was still in Houma so i had to buy a new one. When we got to the store, it sold Mach 3's, but not the refills. It did, however, sell Schick Quatros and refills, so i decided to give that a shot.
I expected more, since it actually had one more blade than the Mach 3, but the Quatro has proven to be merely serviceable. A stopgap, if you will, until my next Mach 3.
Last night, Courtney went to the store armed with a coupon for a free Gillette Fusion, which has five blades, plus a 6th blade on the back for things like straightening your sideburns (which i can't grow anyway). It's also got a battery in it, so you can make it vibrate while you shave.
So i got to try it this morning, along with the complementary Gillette shave gel, which expands at a rate unseen since post-wedding Britney Spears. And i have to tell you, it was magnificent. I'm not sure what the vibrating accomplished, but it was a rather comfortable shave.
In fact, I couldn't stop at my face, I had to try it out on my whole body. When i finally stepped out of the shower, i looked like a cross between an olympic swimmer and a newborn hamster. I'd be unstoppable on a Slip 'n' Slide. (Note from me: no, i didn't shave anything besides my face, i was just hoping to provide a suitable mental picture for anybody who might be eating as they read this.)
For now, i think i've found a winner, it's just a matter of seeing how long i can shave before i have to use a refill.
*****
I normally would also be talking sports today, but there's nothing that immediately springs to mind that I especially want to talk about. But if you want my opinion on something (and i can't possible fathom why that would be the case) leave a comment and i'll let you know what i think.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Famous for nothin'
I never really considered myself the type to have an arch-enemy. But I found out the other night that i have one. His name is Theo.
I first encountered Theo several years ago in a geography class at LSU. He was the most obnoxious person I had ever met, and I never actually met him. It was lecture class of 200 or 300 people and he still somehow managed to be annoying. He could always be counted on to interrupt the professor to ask a strikingly stupid question.
One day, either during that semester or shortly thereafter, Theo appeared on the front page of LSU's newspaper, The Reveille, leading a demonstrastion against the LSU soccer coach. By "leading a demonstration" i mean "it was him and two other losers." I picked up the paper and just groaned, "Not that guy." I didn't know his name yet.
I learned his name some time later while watching an audition show for one of MTV's reality shows, either Real World or Road Rules, don't remember which. I was just about to change the channel (no, really) and he popped up. That's when i found out his name is Theo. Of course, he ended up getting on the show and after the season appeared on several MTV spin-offs.
So, he's finally gone forever, right? Wrong.
The other night I'm watching Last Comic Standing, and there he is, trying out for that show. He made fun of Kevin Federline, which in and of itself is not bad thing, except he did the tired dancers-in-a-bar-fight-snapping-at-each-other-bit which stopped being funny about a gazillion years ago.
So basically, it seems to me his whole existence is based on the need to constantly draw attention to himself. it's quite pathetic actually.
um, i guess that's it for now.
I first encountered Theo several years ago in a geography class at LSU. He was the most obnoxious person I had ever met, and I never actually met him. It was lecture class of 200 or 300 people and he still somehow managed to be annoying. He could always be counted on to interrupt the professor to ask a strikingly stupid question.
One day, either during that semester or shortly thereafter, Theo appeared on the front page of LSU's newspaper, The Reveille, leading a demonstrastion against the LSU soccer coach. By "leading a demonstration" i mean "it was him and two other losers." I picked up the paper and just groaned, "Not that guy." I didn't know his name yet.
I learned his name some time later while watching an audition show for one of MTV's reality shows, either Real World or Road Rules, don't remember which. I was just about to change the channel (no, really) and he popped up. That's when i found out his name is Theo. Of course, he ended up getting on the show and after the season appeared on several MTV spin-offs.
So, he's finally gone forever, right? Wrong.
The other night I'm watching Last Comic Standing, and there he is, trying out for that show. He made fun of Kevin Federline, which in and of itself is not bad thing, except he did the tired dancers-in-a-bar-fight-snapping-at-each-other-bit which stopped being funny about a gazillion years ago.
So basically, it seems to me his whole existence is based on the need to constantly draw attention to himself. it's quite pathetic actually.
um, i guess that's it for now.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Sorry, but my religious beliefs prevent me from refilling the coffee pot
I decided to show a little will power today and wait a while before chugging inhuman amounts of coffee. So by the time mid-morning rolled around, I decided that it was time for a cup.
When i got into the breakroom, two of my co-workers were in a pretty lively religious discussion. The cup of coffee one of them held led me to think that the two happened upon each other while on a quest similar to mine. As luck would have it, she took the last cup.
This normally is a good thing. If i take the last cup of coffee, whoever comes in after me is in the much more enviable position of having the first cup of a fresh pot. My coworker, however, was far too busy listening to another woman yelling about something concerning Catholics and guilt-complexes to feel the need to brew a new pot.
I can only surmise that she herownself was not catholic and therefore lacked the necessary guilt associated with taking the last cup of coffee that would motivate oneself to watch over her fellow man and take two seconds out of her day and make sure there was coffee for the rest of us.
When i got into the breakroom, two of my co-workers were in a pretty lively religious discussion. The cup of coffee one of them held led me to think that the two happened upon each other while on a quest similar to mine. As luck would have it, she took the last cup.
This normally is a good thing. If i take the last cup of coffee, whoever comes in after me is in the much more enviable position of having the first cup of a fresh pot. My coworker, however, was far too busy listening to another woman yelling about something concerning Catholics and guilt-complexes to feel the need to brew a new pot.
I can only surmise that she herownself was not catholic and therefore lacked the necessary guilt associated with taking the last cup of coffee that would motivate oneself to watch over her fellow man and take two seconds out of her day and make sure there was coffee for the rest of us.
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