Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rants. Show all posts

Monday, November 02, 2009

Floyd Mayweather Vs. R.A. The Ruggedman

In continuing with the classic moments on Sirius XM's Shade45, The All-Out Show had a doozie last week... Frequent guest of Lord Sear and Rude Jude, R.A. the Ruggedman, took Floyd Mayweather to task about the quality of his fighting opponents in the past and where he's headed in the future.
I'm not going to give my opinion here, but R.A. sounds like he did his homework, and Floyd sounds like he knows his business. Forgive my tardiness in posting this, I was friggin' busy.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

What Are You Doing (That's Interesting)?

Ok, I definitely am down with Twitter. It's the closest thing that artists and actors, etc. have to direct interaction with their fans, and as a social tool, messaging system, and electronic communication device it's purely genius. If you say you aren't into it, I'd hazard to guess that you haven't really tried. Twitter-haters are lame.
Try opening an account and searching a topic. Where else can you instantly see what a huge community of users are saying about a given subject so quickly? It's really amazing and definitely fascinating on many levels.
Here's what I can't stand though... I know Twitter asks "what are you doing?" But do we really want or need to hear it all? Do we need to know that you are brushing your teeth or walking your dog? Save that stuff for your diary. Most of us really don't care.
Use it to tell us interesting things. Your thoughts. Things you are doing or did that are truly of interest, different, or curious. Send us links to cool shit. But please don't tell us what you ate for breakfast. We don't care.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Sicker Than Your Average

I had to take a trip out west, and was super crazed while out there with work (and DD's wedding). Somewhere in the City of Angels I met my match. A martian virulent flu strain that knocked me on my ass for a full week.
Now, I'm not saying that I've actually been to hell, but I'm pretty sure I can describe what the gates look like. Last week Tuesday when I got to the airport I started feeling that wooziness that you feel when you are coming down with something. Lucky for me (or so I thought at the time) I ended up starting to feel O.K. towards the second-half of the flight. Came home late, watched some television, everything seemed cool. Then I woke up.
This thing kicks in hard with a searing 104 degree fever complemented by a perpetual, intensely sharp and constantly relocating headache. I'm talking about the kind of headache where you actually end up holding your head with your eyes closed and a pain so intense that you kind of can't believe it because it's so impressive. Note, this headache, and the fever, continue STRAIGHT NON-STOP FOR 4 FULL DAYS.
There is no such thing as an appetite. All you can do is drink water and juice and take Tylenol and Motrin. You are so miserable that you aren't even interested in watching television or reading or anything you would normally enjoy doing when you are ill. Around day three the spontaneous vomiting begins (what I actually threw-up I have no idea because I hadn't eaten any food) along with an extremely sore neck which you can never get comfortable.
When the fever finally breaks, you feel better for sure, but the headache remains along with the non-existent appetite and soreness. Then you spend the next three days walking around with a general state of malaise and discontent feeling like you may have been permanently damaged by this thing.
Tomorrow will be the ninth day since I started feeling sick, and I think I should be back to normal, or around 95%. I really feel bad for anyone that stumbles across this virus, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. If you get it, just write the next week off and stay home and pray. Anyway since I'm almost better and I've had the last few days to catch up with my professional life, the blogging shall continue.

Monday, April 28, 2008

How Chauncey Got His Groove Back

I don't know exactly what it is... But the Detroit Pistons routinely do what they aren't supposed to do in the NBA playoffs. In '04 they weren't supposed to beat the Lakers in the finals (especially not in 5 games), in '07 they weren't supposed to lose to the Cavaliers in the Eastern Conference Finals- hell, they aren't even supposed to originally have been in the Eastern Conference Finals for the last 5 seasons. There are more examples of this.
So now, in '08, we are playing the young Philadelphia 76'ers in the first round. Philly is not considered to be one of the top tier Eastern Conference teams (#7 compared to the Pistons who are the #2 seed with the second best record in the league). But we are having a tough time with them, and of course that's not supposed to happen. But the 'Sixers are hungry, young and fast. And they are destroying the Pistons on fast breaks, hustle, aggression and offense in-the-paint I almost would have liked it better if the Pistons had squeaked into the playoffs and then my expectations would be a lot lower. But instead, we have every analyst, player and human being in front of an electronic voice-amplifying device spreading their opinions about how Detroit doesn't care, they are too relaxed, they aren't hungry, Flip Saunders resembles Huey Lewis (ok, they don't say that but Fisher and I do), etc. Even rejected former Piston and Detroit native Chris Webber has weighed in on the matter (see this article).
So what is a Pistons fan to do? My suggestion is to do like Chauncey does lately and don't even show up until the second half, if at all. Watching the first half is pretty frustrating in these playoffs, so just skip it. As a matter of fact, skip game 1 of the next series altogether if you are a Pistons fan. It will be beyond exasperating as you watch the Pistons relax strolling into the second round, cockily, to face another team they will underestimate, the Orlando Magic. I tested this theory on Sunday as spousal obligations prevented me from seeing the first half fiasco. I settled in to watch the second half comeback, without living any of the pain. I highly recommend it. And yes, I have skipped to the second round. We got this...

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Pop-Up Blocker

I know I'm not the first person to write about popped collars, but this one was a doozey. I spotted this guy at Newark airport sporting this arrogant neck flapper with pride, strutting like a peacock. Now, I'm no fashion plate whatsoever. But enough is enough. This thing must be a solid 8" of collar. It covers part of his ears for Christ's sake.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

New Year Wishes Deadline

I'm not like a particularly grumpy person, although I do have my moments (see before 10 a.m.). I do, however, have some very particular pet peeves... One of them is people wishing me "Happy New Year" more than a couple of weeks after the 1st of January on any given year. Now, I know that's kind of unfair because maybe I didn't see someone or talk to them for the first couple of weeks of the year. But, by this time, I'm over it. It's 2008, and we are living in it. The holiday festivities are over, man. Done. If you are going to wish me a Happy New Year after a couple of weeks in, why not call me in 2 more weeks and wish me a Happy February? Once, someone actually had the nerve to pull this stunt half-way through February. "Happy New Year, man!" No.
The official cut-off date was today, Jan. 15th. So cut it out.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Decorative Football Face Paint

I don't really like this. Grease paint on football players' cheekbones is supposed to prevent glare from the sun and the stadium lights from bouncing off of sweat and oil on players faces into their eyes... Ok, fair enough. But when you paint white letters and numbers over the black paint, it kind of defeats the purpose. Furthermore, why are supposed tough guys painting cute little letters and numbers on their faces? Its almost as bad as those stupid little elbow ties that players wear, a la The Ultimate Warrior. Do those serve a purpose? I don't see how. The NCAA should ban this silly area code and random message practice.