So Andrew always blogs before me every day. My lone goal of the morning is to post before him. I think I'm well on my way.
Well, I didn't do anything to fix my semi-vices I referred to yesterday. Upon my arrival home last evening I played Halo 2 for almost 2 hours. I finally beat the game. My chances are few and far between since my brother is always playing online with his friends. Pretty sweet game, I may begin to play more. Random side note, did you see that Nintendo Gamecubes went on sale the other day. You can get a Gamecube with Mario Kart Double Dash and A WIRELESS FRIGGIN CONTROLLER for $99.00. How sweet a deal is that you ask? Almost sweet enough to make me get a Gamecube ... hmmm ...
After that I watched the Celtics and they won. More sports in the life of Keith. I then spent the rest of my evening reading / watching a West Wing Marathon that was on TV. Pretty good show, except for the fact they are all Democrats in the White House. These particular episodes showcased a cute Republican from the South who came to work in the White House. Hmmm ... seems to be a good idea to move to the South and find some people who think like that, forget these North East liberal unionized people I currently reside with.
Two stunning revelations today:
1.) Pickles are cucumbers that have been pickled and stuff. Really bizarre, somehow never knew it.
2.) How the heck does freezing rain work? If it's raining, and it's cold enough to freeze on impact, how is it not snow? Can anyone explain? I'm out honkies.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Monday, January 10, 2005
A duck walks into a bar
So Andrew proposed a good topic in the form of semi-vices. That's an interesting concept. How do I know if something is a semi-vice? Is it something that takes up time I could be spending doing something good? If that's the case, I have a million of them. Let's look at my weekend to see if we can find any shall we?
Friday: I go to Pool City after eating dinner, don't ask why, and find this WICKED SWEET arcade game. It's called Arcade Legends. It's an arcade game like actual unit, and it has roughly 40 classic games on it, including Street Fighter 2. I love that game. I stay an extra hour longer to play the game. I swear I'm going to drop the $2,699.99 to by that sucker.
Saturday: I spend the day watching a college basketball game, a HORRIBLE NBA game, the first NFL playoff game, and the second NFL playoff game.
Sunday: After going to church I watch a playoff game from 1-4. Oh yeah, I watched a 2nd one from 4:30-7:30. Then I played Xbox all night with my brother until I went to bed. Seriously how sweet is Halo 2?
So one can assume a few vices of mine from this list:
1.) Sports - seriously sports probably consume roughly 80% of my life, and that's a conservative estimation, outside of work. I go to church and help out with the youth group, other than that I watch, read, and think about sports.
2.) Video games - show me a guy who doesn't play of lot of video games and I'll show you a gay man ... or a man who doesn't have semi-vices like myself. Name the game and the system and I'll play it.
3.) U2 - I spend a lot of time wishing U2 would release new CDs and tour dates. Currently these are happening so it's a semi-vice again ... www.u2.com oooooooh second plug.
Well that's all I really have for now. The Steeler game is this Saturday and I'm going to hit publish post and then think about how nervous I will be all week. I really hope they can make this run. Otherwise I will enter a month-long depression and probably quit posting.
Friday: I go to Pool City after eating dinner, don't ask why, and find this WICKED SWEET arcade game. It's called Arcade Legends. It's an arcade game like actual unit, and it has roughly 40 classic games on it, including Street Fighter 2. I love that game. I stay an extra hour longer to play the game. I swear I'm going to drop the $2,699.99 to by that sucker.
Saturday: I spend the day watching a college basketball game, a HORRIBLE NBA game, the first NFL playoff game, and the second NFL playoff game.
Sunday: After going to church I watch a playoff game from 1-4. Oh yeah, I watched a 2nd one from 4:30-7:30. Then I played Xbox all night with my brother until I went to bed. Seriously how sweet is Halo 2?
So one can assume a few vices of mine from this list:
1.) Sports - seriously sports probably consume roughly 80% of my life, and that's a conservative estimation, outside of work. I go to church and help out with the youth group, other than that I watch, read, and think about sports.
2.) Video games - show me a guy who doesn't play of lot of video games and I'll show you a gay man ... or a man who doesn't have semi-vices like myself. Name the game and the system and I'll play it.
3.) U2 - I spend a lot of time wishing U2 would release new CDs and tour dates. Currently these are happening so it's a semi-vice again ... www.u2.com oooooooh second plug.
Well that's all I really have for now. The Steeler game is this Saturday and I'm going to hit publish post and then think about how nervous I will be all week. I really hope they can make this run. Otherwise I will enter a month-long depression and probably quit posting.
What eats my life away
Just so you all know, there are a number of semi-vices in my life. They're not real vices because they don't make me throw up, and they don't make me spend a lot of money. And when caught in these semi-vices, I don't feel guilty. That's how I know they're not real. They are, in order of importance to my daily functioning:
1) 311's newest live DVD. And speaking of, neither Keith nor I have actually plugged a website from our blog, so here it goes. Plug #1 stems from my semi-vice: www.311.com
2) Fable on XBox. My little brother sold out and got it, and now I HAVE to play it or else I wouldn't be a good big brother. If there are 72 hours in a weekend, Fable consumed half of those with its addictive, choose-your-own-story type feel.
3) Blogging...honestly take a look at how many posts I've put up. More than Keith, and he's a pretty talkative, opinionated guy. It's obvious I have the makings of a problem, but not a real problem yet.
4) Cocaine.
Anyone else have any semi-vices? Come on, let's hear em!
1) 311's newest live DVD. And speaking of, neither Keith nor I have actually plugged a website from our blog, so here it goes. Plug #1 stems from my semi-vice: www.311.com
2) Fable on XBox. My little brother sold out and got it, and now I HAVE to play it or else I wouldn't be a good big brother. If there are 72 hours in a weekend, Fable consumed half of those with its addictive, choose-your-own-story type feel.
3) Blogging...honestly take a look at how many posts I've put up. More than Keith, and he's a pretty talkative, opinionated guy. It's obvious I have the makings of a problem, but not a real problem yet.
4) Cocaine.
Anyone else have any semi-vices? Come on, let's hear em!
Friday, January 07, 2005
No they were just making a point...pff
I saw the Dems doing Der thing,
I thought it was hysterical how Ms. Boxer brought the stall on the certification of the election to make a point. The democrats, since they lost the election hand over fist, are now crying about it again. They put a stall on the certification on the election, not because of mass upheaval in the state of Ohio. They stall the certification not because 200,000 people came out and said "I was personally discriminated at the polls and I think this election could have gone the other way if I wasn't directly turned away from the polls". With a lack of hard evidence and supported by shaky anecdotal testimony, somehow these Senators take the floor for two hours, debate over whether the president should be certified as the actual winner of the race, and then nothing comes of their hissy fit. Should some things be changed about the voting process? Yes, every voting machine in America should probably be standardized so that everyone uses the same macine in the same way. This gets rid of the claim, largely from the losing party, that those dang election books are hard to read! Gol'darnit, reading is tough!
Also, voting stations should be free of references to either party. If you paid attention at all to the post election wrap up, you'd know that voting stations down in the 'Burgh had posters on how to vote properly. In the illustrated section marked "How to Punch a Hole Next to the Presidential Candidate You Want to Win" (or something like that) was a big fat example ballot with John Kerry/John Edwards highlighted with a hole next to it. I felt disenfranchised, like I didn't know who to vote for! Cripes, if there's a sign with John Kerry's name on it that may sway me to vote for him!!! Right?! WRONG!! I just led you into an diatribe argument where actually I disagree with the premise of my own argument to prove how ridiculous the claim of voter disenfranchisement is. If you are of such weak constitution that you can't stand your ground, or if you buy into some lame-o excuse for why you need to not vote on election day ("No sir, I see you're a registered Democrat. George Bush just ammended the Constitution so that Dems vote tomorrow, and Republicans vote today. Come back tomorrow and you can nail the rascally old man!"), or just feel disriminated against and leave the polls, you are an idiot and your vote SHOULDN'T count to begin with. It's your right to vote, and if you leave the polls and don't vote, that's also your right. Instead of voting for a hierarchy of rules and red tape, why not vote for improved voter accountability and personal responsibility.
Call me a Libertarian, if you must.
I thought it was hysterical how Ms. Boxer brought the stall on the certification of the election to make a point. The democrats, since they lost the election hand over fist, are now crying about it again. They put a stall on the certification on the election, not because of mass upheaval in the state of Ohio. They stall the certification not because 200,000 people came out and said "I was personally discriminated at the polls and I think this election could have gone the other way if I wasn't directly turned away from the polls". With a lack of hard evidence and supported by shaky anecdotal testimony, somehow these Senators take the floor for two hours, debate over whether the president should be certified as the actual winner of the race, and then nothing comes of their hissy fit. Should some things be changed about the voting process? Yes, every voting machine in America should probably be standardized so that everyone uses the same macine in the same way. This gets rid of the claim, largely from the losing party, that those dang election books are hard to read! Gol'darnit, reading is tough!
Also, voting stations should be free of references to either party. If you paid attention at all to the post election wrap up, you'd know that voting stations down in the 'Burgh had posters on how to vote properly. In the illustrated section marked "How to Punch a Hole Next to the Presidential Candidate You Want to Win" (or something like that) was a big fat example ballot with John Kerry/John Edwards highlighted with a hole next to it. I felt disenfranchised, like I didn't know who to vote for! Cripes, if there's a sign with John Kerry's name on it that may sway me to vote for him!!! Right?! WRONG!! I just led you into an diatribe argument where actually I disagree with the premise of my own argument to prove how ridiculous the claim of voter disenfranchisement is. If you are of such weak constitution that you can't stand your ground, or if you buy into some lame-o excuse for why you need to not vote on election day ("No sir, I see you're a registered Democrat. George Bush just ammended the Constitution so that Dems vote tomorrow, and Republicans vote today. Come back tomorrow and you can nail the rascally old man!"), or just feel disriminated against and leave the polls, you are an idiot and your vote SHOULDN'T count to begin with. It's your right to vote, and if you leave the polls and don't vote, that's also your right. Instead of voting for a hierarchy of rules and red tape, why not vote for improved voter accountability and personal responsibility.
Call me a Libertarian, if you must.
If by
If by intellectual stimulation you mean a big fat turd for a post.
So it finally stopped raining. God has remembered his promise never to flood the world again and blessed us with a dry day. A bright and cheery gray western Pennsylvania day. The sky is gray, the trees are dead, the temperature set at a good 30 degrees, and dirty sides of the road. It's about time the rain stopped because the city of Pittsburgh was beginning to flood again. Yinzers suprisingly don't know how to deal with flooding. I'm not sure anyone does really, but I figured if anyone could stop the torrent onslaught of water, it would be the local folk of da' burgh.
Trying to stay current with my posting of good news for a change, I have found some. It's actually an extension of the last good news. Several NBA players are giving $1,000 for each point they score in a game. Jermaine O'Neal, an Indiana Pacer, scored 32 points last night in his game thus leading us to believe that he would contribute $32,000 to tsunami relief funds. He did much more than that. In fact he gave $55,000 since in his last game he threw down 55 points. What a noble act and good deed in a sports league that is lacking much.
Did you see the silly democrats try to whine about the fact that they lost the union driven state of Ohio that should be a lock for them? Tells you about the quality candidate they put forward, they couldn't even win a state that should be a lock. They failed miserably and delayed W's arrival as President a good 2 hours. Way to go you stupid Marxists.
So turns out I'm not sick. I'm allergic to dust. The doctor told me it wasn't good that I hadn't washed my sheets in a month and told me to spray some stuff up my nose. Maybe I should wash my sheets more hmmm ...
Lastly, Andrew and I are moving in together most likely. It should happen in February, should be good times. We have another roommate too who graduated with us recently, all that's left is some paperwork and good times. I'm sure he'll give you more details, or if anyone actually reads this and has questions, feel free to ask. Ok, I'll talk to you later Andrew.
So it finally stopped raining. God has remembered his promise never to flood the world again and blessed us with a dry day. A bright and cheery gray western Pennsylvania day. The sky is gray, the trees are dead, the temperature set at a good 30 degrees, and dirty sides of the road. It's about time the rain stopped because the city of Pittsburgh was beginning to flood again. Yinzers suprisingly don't know how to deal with flooding. I'm not sure anyone does really, but I figured if anyone could stop the torrent onslaught of water, it would be the local folk of da' burgh.
Trying to stay current with my posting of good news for a change, I have found some. It's actually an extension of the last good news. Several NBA players are giving $1,000 for each point they score in a game. Jermaine O'Neal, an Indiana Pacer, scored 32 points last night in his game thus leading us to believe that he would contribute $32,000 to tsunami relief funds. He did much more than that. In fact he gave $55,000 since in his last game he threw down 55 points. What a noble act and good deed in a sports league that is lacking much.
Did you see the silly democrats try to whine about the fact that they lost the union driven state of Ohio that should be a lock for them? Tells you about the quality candidate they put forward, they couldn't even win a state that should be a lock. They failed miserably and delayed W's arrival as President a good 2 hours. Way to go you stupid Marxists.
So turns out I'm not sick. I'm allergic to dust. The doctor told me it wasn't good that I hadn't washed my sheets in a month and told me to spray some stuff up my nose. Maybe I should wash my sheets more hmmm ...
Lastly, Andrew and I are moving in together most likely. It should happen in February, should be good times. We have another roommate too who graduated with us recently, all that's left is some paperwork and good times. I'm sure he'll give you more details, or if anyone actually reads this and has questions, feel free to ask. Ok, I'll talk to you later Andrew.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Faulty arguments?!?
Want to talk faulty arguments? How about trying this on for size? Andrew compares me to John Kerry in the title of his blog. He then makes his point and then in no way justifies premise A, that I have something in common with John Kerry.
Secondly, there is a huge difference between loving Kelly Clarkson's CD, and loving Kelly Clarkson. I'm not gonna lie, if Kelly Clarkson wanted to date me, I'd probably let her. This is completely different from loving her in a, "Ooooh my gosh look there's Kelly Clarkson (insert girl scream here)" kind of way.
As for the allegations about knowing the music of Pink and Avril Lavigne. What can I say, I subscribe to XM Satellite radio, I hear a lot of music. I didn't say I liked it.
I could continue this endless debate of dribble with Andrew, but I don't want our blog to turn into a petty argument. Our blog is a place, hopefully, of intellectual stimulation, humor, and commentary on society. Well, I'm off to the doctors, I'll catch y'inz later.
Secondly, there is a huge difference between loving Kelly Clarkson's CD, and loving Kelly Clarkson. I'm not gonna lie, if Kelly Clarkson wanted to date me, I'd probably let her. This is completely different from loving her in a, "Ooooh my gosh look there's Kelly Clarkson (insert girl scream here)" kind of way.
As for the allegations about knowing the music of Pink and Avril Lavigne. What can I say, I subscribe to XM Satellite radio, I hear a lot of music. I didn't say I liked it.
I could continue this endless debate of dribble with Andrew, but I don't want our blog to turn into a petty argument. Our blog is a place, hopefully, of intellectual stimulation, humor, and commentary on society. Well, I'm off to the doctors, I'll catch y'inz later.
What Jon Kerry and Keith have in common...
Flip Flopping. Though Keith decides that he has vigorously defended the state of his manhood, I still hold my charge that it is no longer manhood he embraces, but tenny bopper girldom. Keith plays to the sympathies of the audience, comparing his love for Kelly Clarkson to a man who goes to the opera because he sympathizes with his wife. He sets himself up to be the noble gentleman, which of course is still manly. But Keith's use of an not-so-obligatory (hypothetical? really?) trip to the opera as a comparison to his passion for the Kelly Clarkson CD is not, in fact, a good analogy. In fact, Keith says:
" After deciding that I actually like the new Kelly Clarkson song on the radio, I decided to listen to her new CD. My confession is that I love this CD. I love it so much in fact that I'm listening to it currently. It's a cross between Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Avril Lavigne ..."
Keith not only likes the CD, he LOVES it, indicating that he has cast his manhood off and fully embraced the girl inside of him. Note also his references to Pink, and Avril, two other groups that no red blooded man should listen to. This inference to other horrible artists implies an affinity for their music, thus an affinity for not-manness. Manhood debunked!
" After deciding that I actually like the new Kelly Clarkson song on the radio, I decided to listen to her new CD. My confession is that I love this CD. I love it so much in fact that I'm listening to it currently. It's a cross between Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Avril Lavigne ..."
Keith not only likes the CD, he LOVES it, indicating that he has cast his manhood off and fully embraced the girl inside of him. Note also his references to Pink, and Avril, two other groups that no red blooded man should listen to. This inference to other horrible artists implies an affinity for their music, thus an affinity for not-manness. Manhood debunked!
False Accusations
It's not often that I post more than once a day. This is especially true on days when I feel sick enough to call the doctor. I feel that Andrew has wrongly attacked my manhood. Just because I enjoy one Kelly Clarkson CD, does not mean that I know longer own my manhood. I will admit that it's a hit, no a HUGE BLOW, to my manhood, but I believe that by confronting this realization head on I gain some points and can defeat this. It's not like I'm secretly listening (or as Andrew calls it "lying") to the CD. I came out and said I realize this, but it's only an aberration I'm still a man dang it!
It's like a man who goes to the opera or ballet with his wife, and somehow enjoys it. If he doesn't say anything, but keeps trying to get her to go, or goes secretly on his own, then he's no longer a man. But if he says, "You know what honey, it wasn't my favorite, but I did slightly enjoy it. Next time you want to go, count me in. It's something different and a good change of pace." I believe this guy is still a man. I'm not going out to start the Kelly Clarkson fan club or anything. I don't even own the CD, I borrowed it from Courtney. But it is a nice change of pace from all the horrible people on the radio who right horrible music (i.e. Ashlee Simpson and Ryan Cabrera). It's a change up of sorts from all the rap that I typically listen to. I still firmly believe U2 is my favorite musical group and there are others after them before you arrive at Kelly Clarkson.
Manhood defended.
One question, why does no one comment about our blog? This kind of sucks. I feel like I'm writing for Andrew, when in reality I could just go across the office and talk to him.
It's like a man who goes to the opera or ballet with his wife, and somehow enjoys it. If he doesn't say anything, but keeps trying to get her to go, or goes secretly on his own, then he's no longer a man. But if he says, "You know what honey, it wasn't my favorite, but I did slightly enjoy it. Next time you want to go, count me in. It's something different and a good change of pace." I believe this guy is still a man. I'm not going out to start the Kelly Clarkson fan club or anything. I don't even own the CD, I borrowed it from Courtney. But it is a nice change of pace from all the horrible people on the radio who right horrible music (i.e. Ashlee Simpson and Ryan Cabrera). It's a change up of sorts from all the rap that I typically listen to. I still firmly believe U2 is my favorite musical group and there are others after them before you arrive at Kelly Clarkson.
Manhood defended.
One question, why does no one comment about our blog? This kind of sucks. I feel like I'm writing for Andrew, when in reality I could just go across the office and talk to him.
Compromising Situations
See Keith, this is why you don't listen to Kelly Clarkson. You put yourself in the position to listen to the music, and then you find out you like it. Now you either have to lie about it (oh by the way, lies make baby Jesus cry, remember) or tell people, right to their face, without flinching that you like Kelly Clarkson. Have fun sacrificing your dignity and manhood, the twins of success, on the altar of American Idol HA!! TOUCHE!
Rain is still better than snow because floods are less devastating than a few white flakes...wait...
Rain is still better than snow because floods are less devastating than a few white flakes...wait...
Confessions
These are my confessions ...
Sounds like the beginning of a bad R & B song. Maybe it is and maybe it is ... Anyway, I feel as though I need to make a confession that I alluded to yesterday or some day, who knows the days between blogging run together so easily. After deciding that I actually like the new Kelly Clarkson song on the radio, I decided to listen to her new CD. My confession is that I love this CD. I love it so much in fact that I'm listening to it currently. It's a cross between Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Avril Lavigne ... quite a threesome ... hmmmmm wait a second
Need to solve a debate so why not use the blog. Andrew and I were discussing the Oriental Salad at Applebees. I love the thing, can't wait to eat it again, but Andrew doesn't think quite so highly of it. If you've eaten at Applebees and you can't get enough of the oriental vinaigrette dressing let me know. If you disagree, just don't even comment, I don't want to hear your opinion.
So today is the 3rd day in a row it's been raining, and by raining I mean pouring. By pouring I mean that I could probably just take the tires off my car and float home. It only reaffirms our earlier notion that snow is better. It's 40 degrees out and everytime I walk somewhere I get wet, cold, and miserable.
I just realized that I have nothing humorous or insightful to say today really. This is probably a product of my being sick. So when I'm feeling well hopefully my wit and insight will return. Let's recap my lame blog today:
1.) Kelly Clarkson's new CD is sweet.
2.) Threesome ... haha I'm so juvenile
3.) Applebee's Oriental Chicken salad is slammin
4.) Rain sucks
Bonus Coverage:
5.) The Boston Celtics lost last night - sweeeeeet
6.) Pitt Panthers lost - boooooo
7.) West Wing was actually good
8.) Jennifer Garner is slammin
9.) I'm sick
Later crackers.
Sounds like the beginning of a bad R & B song. Maybe it is and maybe it is ... Anyway, I feel as though I need to make a confession that I alluded to yesterday or some day, who knows the days between blogging run together so easily. After deciding that I actually like the new Kelly Clarkson song on the radio, I decided to listen to her new CD. My confession is that I love this CD. I love it so much in fact that I'm listening to it currently. It's a cross between Kelly Clarkson, Pink, and Avril Lavigne ... quite a threesome ... hmmmmm wait a second
Need to solve a debate so why not use the blog. Andrew and I were discussing the Oriental Salad at Applebees. I love the thing, can't wait to eat it again, but Andrew doesn't think quite so highly of it. If you've eaten at Applebees and you can't get enough of the oriental vinaigrette dressing let me know. If you disagree, just don't even comment, I don't want to hear your opinion.
So today is the 3rd day in a row it's been raining, and by raining I mean pouring. By pouring I mean that I could probably just take the tires off my car and float home. It only reaffirms our earlier notion that snow is better. It's 40 degrees out and everytime I walk somewhere I get wet, cold, and miserable.
I just realized that I have nothing humorous or insightful to say today really. This is probably a product of my being sick. So when I'm feeling well hopefully my wit and insight will return. Let's recap my lame blog today:
1.) Kelly Clarkson's new CD is sweet.
2.) Threesome ... haha I'm so juvenile
3.) Applebee's Oriental Chicken salad is slammin
4.) Rain sucks
Bonus Coverage:
5.) The Boston Celtics lost last night - sweeeeeet
6.) Pitt Panthers lost - boooooo
7.) West Wing was actually good
8.) Jennifer Garner is slammin
9.) I'm sick
Later crackers.
Kelly Clarkson
I know all of you have been waiting for this: I know you all have been dying to know what I listened to when I woke up this morning. Before I talk about this, let me digress a moment and address something. I write these blogs in a fashion that makes them readable for large audiences. I think I'm under the assumption that people will flock to this blog and wait with baited breath for the next post to come out. And I mean, who wouldn't?! This is high quality shabazz that we're slinging out every day! But I do realize that when I click the 'Publish Post' button, the only people who read this are probably going to be Keith (because I feel the need to yell across the office every time I post) and maybe Kristina Lee because she can't get enough of me...muuuwahaha. Regardless, I guess it's just good to feel important. So with that said YOU ALL won't GUESS who I listened to this morning!!!
As you can probably guess by the title, you'd think I was awakened by Miss Clarkson. BUT I WASN'T! I actually just threw in some Johnny Cash last night and woke up in a Ring of Fire. Ring of Fire is a great song, and Johnny Cash is a great dude. While it made waking up really easy, I started having delusions about being in Green Sing '03 again. These delusions made me pass out. So Johnny Cash made waking up cool and hip, but he also made falling back asleep cool and hip; that's Johnny Cash, though, he makes being bad and neglecting your responsibilities seem so awesome. Circle gets the square and tomorrow I'm going to try something different. You'll never guess who gets to be my alarm tomorrow...
As you can probably guess by the title, you'd think I was awakened by Miss Clarkson. BUT I WASN'T! I actually just threw in some Johnny Cash last night and woke up in a Ring of Fire. Ring of Fire is a great song, and Johnny Cash is a great dude. While it made waking up really easy, I started having delusions about being in Green Sing '03 again. These delusions made me pass out. So Johnny Cash made waking up cool and hip, but he also made falling back asleep cool and hip; that's Johnny Cash, though, he makes being bad and neglecting your responsibilities seem so awesome. Circle gets the square and tomorrow I'm going to try something different. You'll never guess who gets to be my alarm tomorrow...
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Being that Guy
That Guy...yeah that's about to be me in 3 seconds. The USC/OU game was actually the championship with the 3rd largest margin of victory. And Ashlee Simpson actually has some great songs out there on the radio...oh wait that's a lie. And speaking of newsworthy, apparently the travelers of Route 8 North between the hours of 7-8AM find rain newsworthy. I conjecture this because most people I was on the road with today were paying attention to the rain, and not the road. It must be an rule somewhere in the Annals of Western PA Horrible-ology that when rain pours from the sky, it is imperative that you stop driving well and drive at least 15 miles an hour under the speed limit. You'd think people were hoping to see the Virgin Mary appear out of the rain the way they slow down and drive in the rain here. You'd think that they had never seen this liquid that falls from heaven to refresh the Earth! You'd also think that the guy who has been in like 6 auto skirmishes should not be talking about who's a bad driver but THAT'S where you're wrong because, in the immortal words of Napoleon Dynamite, "I'll say whatever I feel like! Gosh!".
Sweetness defined
Sweetness can be defined as USC trouncing Oklahoma last night to win the national title game. Huge USC fan here so it was sweet to see. Kind of a downer of a game though, not competitive at all. The only real reason to watch was the "wow" factor. You know, it's like when you're watching something that's going to be a trivia question some day (i.e. most number of passing tds in a championship game by a quarterback ... largest margin of victory.) This got old fairly quickly but not before I witnessed the trainwreck that was the halftime show.
Technical difficulties, traditional country music, and a chorus of boos raining down upon a horrible musical talent. Ashlee Simpson, whom American skewered for fake singing on Saturday Night Live, sang a subpar song in a very subpar way. If you're going to have to sing live, don't choose the mediocre single off your new album, choose something decent, cause Lord knows Ashlee, you suck something fierce. You can only ride your sister's wave so far, and honey your wave just hit the beach. Of course it won't end here, because if we've learned anything it's that Americans like to rubber neck a train wreck.
Think about it, how many times have you been driving down the highway and all of a sudden things slow to a grinding halt? Then you slug along only to find that you speed up immediately as you pass a car that is broken down on the side of the road. People like to see disasters, big stories, and tragedy. It's the whole reason the media exists. It's kind of disturbing actually. You turn on the 11 o'clock news and you hear about a murder, fire, death, snow, the athlete paying child support to 7 women, and a donkey who participated in a local spelling bee. What happened to good news? Does it not exist anymore? I'm tired of the negative press, it only creates a horrible image and more horribleness ensues.
For example, there is a list of NBA athletes who are donating $1,000 for every point they score in their game later this week. I barely heard about this. There are some top notch players as well as low profile, but I bet if it were better publicized more athletes would join in. I'm beginning a trend. I'm going to begin posting good stories on occasion of noteworthy acts of kindess. I'm going to put a more positive look at things instead of being a cynic ... except for when I'm discussing socialist liberals. That's all for now. I'm off to listen to Kelly Clarkson ... wait did I just post that?
Technical difficulties, traditional country music, and a chorus of boos raining down upon a horrible musical talent. Ashlee Simpson, whom American skewered for fake singing on Saturday Night Live, sang a subpar song in a very subpar way. If you're going to have to sing live, don't choose the mediocre single off your new album, choose something decent, cause Lord knows Ashlee, you suck something fierce. You can only ride your sister's wave so far, and honey your wave just hit the beach. Of course it won't end here, because if we've learned anything it's that Americans like to rubber neck a train wreck.
Think about it, how many times have you been driving down the highway and all of a sudden things slow to a grinding halt? Then you slug along only to find that you speed up immediately as you pass a car that is broken down on the side of the road. People like to see disasters, big stories, and tragedy. It's the whole reason the media exists. It's kind of disturbing actually. You turn on the 11 o'clock news and you hear about a murder, fire, death, snow, the athlete paying child support to 7 women, and a donkey who participated in a local spelling bee. What happened to good news? Does it not exist anymore? I'm tired of the negative press, it only creates a horrible image and more horribleness ensues.
For example, there is a list of NBA athletes who are donating $1,000 for every point they score in their game later this week. I barely heard about this. There are some top notch players as well as low profile, but I bet if it were better publicized more athletes would join in. I'm beginning a trend. I'm going to begin posting good stories on occasion of noteworthy acts of kindess. I'm going to put a more positive look at things instead of being a cynic ... except for when I'm discussing socialist liberals. That's all for now. I'm off to listen to Kelly Clarkson ... wait did I just post that?
The psychology major prevails!
First off, all of you out there in blogland should see Courtney and Keith playfight...they remind me of an old married couple. Second off, I'm a psychologist in training through and through. I've decided to make myself the subject of a very important study.
I recently obtained a CD/Alarm clock for Christmas. I'm so pumped. I think one of the biggest sources of stess in my life was the sound of my alarm clock: BANH BANH BANH BANH and on and on. I honestly feel the left side of my face seizing up when I hear that noise anywhere in public. Anyway, I hate my alarm clock so I finally got myself a CD/alarm clock. My thoughts were that listening to soothing music in the morning would make waking up much easier, and even fun! Yippee hooray!
I've got my alarm clock now and I'm trying to find the best music to wake up to. Part of me thinks it's smooth, classical music like Eddie Murphy wakes up to in Coming to America. The other part of me thinks that if I listen to, say, deth metal when I wake up I will be pumped up for the day! Rock!
SO! This week I'm started to see how I react to music when I wake up. Yesterday it was classical piano music, and I'm not going to lie, I felt fairly happy to be awake. That's good. It was so sweet in fact, that I almost fell back asleep. Not good. So the classical piano just kind of got me off to a slower, albeit less stressful start. This morning I was awakend by Poison the Well...one of the great hardcore bands to come out of my late great high school Coral Gables High Shcool. Though waking up to hardcore music and screaming was a little more intense than piano, I definitely was pumped up to get out of bed! Yeah!! I did hurt my head though because I wrecked my neck mercilessly on the way to get dressed. Tomorrow I think I'm going to Ashley Simpson sing that stupid new song of hers...pfff
I recently obtained a CD/Alarm clock for Christmas. I'm so pumped. I think one of the biggest sources of stess in my life was the sound of my alarm clock: BANH BANH BANH BANH and on and on. I honestly feel the left side of my face seizing up when I hear that noise anywhere in public. Anyway, I hate my alarm clock so I finally got myself a CD/alarm clock. My thoughts were that listening to soothing music in the morning would make waking up much easier, and even fun! Yippee hooray!
I've got my alarm clock now and I'm trying to find the best music to wake up to. Part of me thinks it's smooth, classical music like Eddie Murphy wakes up to in Coming to America. The other part of me thinks that if I listen to, say, deth metal when I wake up I will be pumped up for the day! Rock!
SO! This week I'm started to see how I react to music when I wake up. Yesterday it was classical piano music, and I'm not going to lie, I felt fairly happy to be awake. That's good. It was so sweet in fact, that I almost fell back asleep. Not good. So the classical piano just kind of got me off to a slower, albeit less stressful start. This morning I was awakend by Poison the Well...one of the great hardcore bands to come out of my late great high school Coral Gables High Shcool. Though waking up to hardcore music and screaming was a little more intense than piano, I definitely was pumped up to get out of bed! Yeah!! I did hurt my head though because I wrecked my neck mercilessly on the way to get dressed. Tomorrow I think I'm going to Ashley Simpson sing that stupid new song of hers...pfff
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
A New Day
Keith says ... this will be the last time that we have to designate who says what. I just created an account on here, so now when I post, Keith, it will say uscu2 says. So take note, that now Andrew is donkeypatrol.
As for Andrew's point about Starbucks, I kind of agree. The only way I differ is that I believe that merely the act of ordering a venti carmel decaf machioto with two pumps of soy makes one a coffee snob. Have you ever seen someone order one of those? Frankly it's absurd to watch. I haven't really come up with a solution to how one can drink Starbucks and not be a coffee snob. I guess the only real way is if they join normal society and let people come in and say give me a large carmel coffee that's whipped or something like that. It sounds like someone who says that would be wearing flannel and flannel is normal.
I also got a pretty slamming letter for W last night. For those who don't follow, W is George W. Bush. He thanks me for my help in the last election and with the help of people like me he was able to win. Well, in case you're reading W, "You're welcome. Now go take the support of the largest vote ever received and fix this flaming hole the liberals have put us in. First you can start with making abortion illegal so people will have to take responsibility for their actions instead of killing it. Then you can let us all sing Christmas carols again. Finally, lower my freaking taxes and don't make me send money to social security, which is clearly not going to be around when I become old and feeble."
That's about it for now, I'm off to do stuff.
As for Andrew's point about Starbucks, I kind of agree. The only way I differ is that I believe that merely the act of ordering a venti carmel decaf machioto with two pumps of soy makes one a coffee snob. Have you ever seen someone order one of those? Frankly it's absurd to watch. I haven't really come up with a solution to how one can drink Starbucks and not be a coffee snob. I guess the only real way is if they join normal society and let people come in and say give me a large carmel coffee that's whipped or something like that. It sounds like someone who says that would be wearing flannel and flannel is normal.
I also got a pretty slamming letter for W last night. For those who don't follow, W is George W. Bush. He thanks me for my help in the last election and with the help of people like me he was able to win. Well, in case you're reading W, "You're welcome. Now go take the support of the largest vote ever received and fix this flaming hole the liberals have put us in. First you can start with making abortion illegal so people will have to take responsibility for their actions instead of killing it. Then you can let us all sing Christmas carols again. Finally, lower my freaking taxes and don't make me send money to social security, which is clearly not going to be around when I become old and feeble."
That's about it for now, I'm off to do stuff.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Sleeping with the Devil
Andrew here,
First of all let me agree with Keith that being back at work is actually refreshing. I think I'm turning into a sicko who enjoys going to work. But I work with cool staff and they make the day fly by. Digressions aside, let me tell you all something. I agree with Keith that Starbucks is the devil. HOWEVER, I also love Starbucks coffee. Call me a sellout, but I'm a sucker for a Mocha Carmel Macchiato regardless of how gay I sound ordering one. I think it's important though to distance oneself from the identity that Starbucks can create. For example, if I'm walking down the street with a Mocha Carmel Macchiato and I pass Keith and he's like "Oh hey Andrew what are you drinking?" I'd be like "Eh, some coffee drink". My nonchalance reveals that I'm not a complete sellout. Now if I was walking down the street and Keith is like "Oh hey etc etc" and I was like, "It's a Venti Mocha Carmel Macchiato and it's to DIE for...it's from Starbucks of course" then I would not only be a sellout but I would hope I would have a black eye from someone just laying out me for my stupidness. Even if you make a point to say that your coffee is from Starbucks without being prompted to do so, you're an idiot. But the same can be said of any coffee place...Caribou Coffee, Joffrey's, Gloria Jean's, etc. I think it's a wider identity problem that people have with coffee places in general. So yes Starbucks is the devil and Starbucks can breed snobs, but you just have to be grounded and level headed enough to be aware of the dangers of snobbery. This reminds me of the time that women told me she liked her coffee like she likes her men...
First of all let me agree with Keith that being back at work is actually refreshing. I think I'm turning into a sicko who enjoys going to work. But I work with cool staff and they make the day fly by. Digressions aside, let me tell you all something. I agree with Keith that Starbucks is the devil. HOWEVER, I also love Starbucks coffee. Call me a sellout, but I'm a sucker for a Mocha Carmel Macchiato regardless of how gay I sound ordering one. I think it's important though to distance oneself from the identity that Starbucks can create. For example, if I'm walking down the street with a Mocha Carmel Macchiato and I pass Keith and he's like "Oh hey Andrew what are you drinking?" I'd be like "Eh, some coffee drink". My nonchalance reveals that I'm not a complete sellout. Now if I was walking down the street and Keith is like "Oh hey etc etc" and I was like, "It's a Venti Mocha Carmel Macchiato and it's to DIE for...it's from Starbucks of course" then I would not only be a sellout but I would hope I would have a black eye from someone just laying out me for my stupidness. Even if you make a point to say that your coffee is from Starbucks without being prompted to do so, you're an idiot. But the same can be said of any coffee place...Caribou Coffee, Joffrey's, Gloria Jean's, etc. I think it's a wider identity problem that people have with coffee places in general. So yes Starbucks is the devil and Starbucks can breed snobs, but you just have to be grounded and level headed enough to be aware of the dangers of snobbery. This reminds me of the time that women told me she liked her coffee like she likes her men...
Sunday, January 02, 2005
One more Note
Keith here again briefly ...
I read the comment by Colin regarding Christmas, that's my point. We take Christ out, I think we need more in. Most people don't even acknowledge him as part of the holiday while standing in line at the WalMart with screaming kids and 5 dollar robots. The way to make him more a part of the holiday is not to call it sparkle season and take christmas songs out of school. That's why I'm pissed. Tree hugging liberals like the ACLU keep bringing law suits to the forefront saying the Jewish kids are discriminated, the Muslims aren't celebrating Christmas. Last time I checked they had their holidays as well. We put them on our calendars we let them celebrate them just as much. If little Saul or little Ahmad wants to not sing Oh Holy Night then don't join in the Christmas pageant. Seems like a good idea to me. I don't go to participate in the dradel spinning contest. As for the gross stereotyping of all liberals being anti-Christ. Well, I have nothing to say other than the fact that I tend to be elitist and a stereotyper to the max. As this is my blog, I guess I will continue to do such. Thanks for the point though Colin, I do realize my weakness.
I read the comment by Colin regarding Christmas, that's my point. We take Christ out, I think we need more in. Most people don't even acknowledge him as part of the holiday while standing in line at the WalMart with screaming kids and 5 dollar robots. The way to make him more a part of the holiday is not to call it sparkle season and take christmas songs out of school. That's why I'm pissed. Tree hugging liberals like the ACLU keep bringing law suits to the forefront saying the Jewish kids are discriminated, the Muslims aren't celebrating Christmas. Last time I checked they had their holidays as well. We put them on our calendars we let them celebrate them just as much. If little Saul or little Ahmad wants to not sing Oh Holy Night then don't join in the Christmas pageant. Seems like a good idea to me. I don't go to participate in the dradel spinning contest. As for the gross stereotyping of all liberals being anti-Christ. Well, I have nothing to say other than the fact that I tend to be elitist and a stereotyper to the max. As this is my blog, I guess I will continue to do such. Thanks for the point though Colin, I do realize my weakness.
Happy New Year ....
Oh wait ... I'm two days late. My most sincere apologies. Keith here, in case you couldn't tell by the fact that Andrew already posted. I spent the last week at the New Jersey shore and I told myself that I wouldn't sign online at all for a week. I failed, but only for a brief bit, to place some football picks.
Now that I'm back I'll give you my quick hand thoughts. Taking a page off one of my favorite NFL columnists I call them 10 things I think I think:
1.) New Years is one of the most underrated holidays. It marks a monumental change of time and it's not hugely commercialized yet. Plus, I always find myself wishing I was doing something cooler. This year I watched Regis Philbin on channel 4 ... not so cool.
2.) A lot of people are using help people who have been killed by the tsunami, thankfully not on the Jersey shore, but I don't know how we do this. Do people simply send aid and prayers becasue I urge them too in my blog?
3.) Starbucks will be the downfall of society. It's creating snotty snotty people.
4.) I'm studying for the LSAT, the entry test for Law school, and call me a sick man, but I find it enjoyable. Tons of sweet logic games.
5.) When it costs you $17.00 to drive across the state of Pennsylvania, something is wrong.
6.) Andrew I agree, I can't comprehend your sister getting some ... I mean married. My sister just talked to me about it and I was mortified.
7.) The Steelers ended the season 15-1. Clearly the best season in my lifetime and even my Father's. It's been a heck of a year but now come the playoffs. It's meaningless if you don't produce at showtime. If they don't win, I will probably enter a 2 month depression.
8.) Atlantic City is pretty sweet. It's clearly the white trash version of Vegas though.
9.) If you're ahead in Atlantic City, and you spend too long gambling waiting for others to leave, you will give it all back. Craps is a completely underrated game as well. It's totally sweet.
10.) I am so ready to go back to work. Never thought I'd say it, but I enjoy the grind of the job and the people.
11.) I lied here's an 11th maybe a 12th. New Jersey is filled with flaming democratic people who slap anti-Bush stickers on their cars. They sure look dumb now don't they?
12.) What was the sweetest gift you got for Christmas? Mine was probably my sweet U2 book. Ok, maybe not, it might have been my skis, but while we're on it, how sweet is U2?
Now that I'm back I'll give you my quick hand thoughts. Taking a page off one of my favorite NFL columnists I call them 10 things I think I think:
1.) New Years is one of the most underrated holidays. It marks a monumental change of time and it's not hugely commercialized yet. Plus, I always find myself wishing I was doing something cooler. This year I watched Regis Philbin on channel 4 ... not so cool.
2.) A lot of people are using help people who have been killed by the tsunami, thankfully not on the Jersey shore, but I don't know how we do this. Do people simply send aid and prayers becasue I urge them too in my blog?
3.) Starbucks will be the downfall of society. It's creating snotty snotty people.
4.) I'm studying for the LSAT, the entry test for Law school, and call me a sick man, but I find it enjoyable. Tons of sweet logic games.
5.) When it costs you $17.00 to drive across the state of Pennsylvania, something is wrong.
6.) Andrew I agree, I can't comprehend your sister getting some ... I mean married. My sister just talked to me about it and I was mortified.
7.) The Steelers ended the season 15-1. Clearly the best season in my lifetime and even my Father's. It's been a heck of a year but now come the playoffs. It's meaningless if you don't produce at showtime. If they don't win, I will probably enter a 2 month depression.
8.) Atlantic City is pretty sweet. It's clearly the white trash version of Vegas though.
9.) If you're ahead in Atlantic City, and you spend too long gambling waiting for others to leave, you will give it all back. Craps is a completely underrated game as well. It's totally sweet.
10.) I am so ready to go back to work. Never thought I'd say it, but I enjoy the grind of the job and the people.
11.) I lied here's an 11th maybe a 12th. New Jersey is filled with flaming democratic people who slap anti-Bush stickers on their cars. They sure look dumb now don't they?
12.) What was the sweetest gift you got for Christmas? Mine was probably my sweet U2 book. Ok, maybe not, it might have been my skis, but while we're on it, how sweet is U2?
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Happy New Year!
It's 3:04AM on the East Coast, everyone is either in bed or traveling from party to party, but I'm up to tell you all in blogland something. First of all, my sister got married today, which is entirely too much to comprehend in one day. I will obviously need a few days to process this fact which isn't to take away from the celebration of her marriage...follow me here people. Secondly. All the cool kids are doing it, and so will I. I'm making a new year's resolution. I have thought about it for a while, put some good hard thinking towards this one to make sure it's meaningful and I think that it is. I'm not going to lose weight (Lord knows I could gain some weight...look at me for goodness sake!!), I'm not going to go to the gym more, I'm not going to blah blah blah everyone else says. I'm going to go off the beaten path on this one. And to further go off the beaten path I'm not going to tell anyone about it until I am good and sure that I've made good on my resolution. Someone will be impacted by it, someone won't. Some people will get it, some people won't. But until the fullness of time comes, you're not going to know about it.
By the way if you haven't already, go watch Napoleon Dynamite...it's probably the sweetest movie ever! This is Andrew saying goodnight and happy new year.
By the way if you haven't already, go watch Napoleon Dynamite...it's probably the sweetest movie ever! This is Andrew saying goodnight and happy new year.
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