Thursday, May 30, 2002

While I figure out if/how/etc. to publicize this blog, there is a cool site that organizes blogs in New York City by borough and, even cooler, by subway stop. For instance, there are a bunch of bloggers living along John Rocker's favorite subway line.

Wednesday, May 29, 2002

Playoff ramblings (yes, I'm going nuts tonight blog-wise) ...
  • The Avs can't play a series without it going seven, except this time it's very acceptable agains the Wings. It's unfortunate that it'll be going up against potential clinching games in the NBA on Friday night. Nice scheduling by everyone, geez. And especially since I'll be working Friday night, having to deal with all of these big things. For my hockey friends, this could remind me of a time my freshman year in college that a handful of us went to the now-defunct Yesterday's to watch Game 7 of Devils-Rangers Eastern Conference finals. My friends Elliott and Sanjay running around like maniacs after the Devils tied the game with seven seconds left and then me just stunned when Stephane Matteau scored the game-winner in double OT. (At the same, my friend Arnab watching the Rockets playoff game elsewhere in the restaurant.) This time I'll have two TVs on me -- one watching hoops and another watching hockey.

  • I still it find very strange that the Kings and Nets are both on the brink of the NBA Finals. Granted, the Lakers and Celtics will be on their home floors Friday night, but to think that two perennial lottery teams are this close to the finals is amazing. And maybe more impressive is that they're doing it with full-court play reminiscent of the '80s. Remember when teams regularly scored 100 points? They do.
  • Couple of ad-related notes while watching the NBA playoffs ...
  • The Keith Jackson-narrated ad for Gatorade is one of the better ones out there in a long time. Having Keith narrate it is a huge asset, giving more credence to the history of college football, etc. And the Spurrier-era clips were outstanding. But I think I figured out why I liked the ad so much -- the way they used "Gimme Some Lovin'" in the ad. The awesome, rocking instrumentals play in the background without any lyrics, allowing everyone to talk. And just as the commercial is about to end, there is singing. Thus, the commercial seems to entertain you for 30 seconds, as opposed to most ads, where there's a lot of pad at the beginning and end. This commercial really feels like it's using the whole 30 seconds.

  • I guess George Lucas realized what got the most cheers at "Attack of the Clones" and thus the most recent ad shows off lots of Yoda's light sabre battle with Count Dooku (who looks good after all those years on "Family Ties). Kick much ass I will.
  • Well I guess it's about time someone blew the whistle on steroid use in the majors. That would explain a lot about Ken Caminiti's outburst in 1996 and his subsequent injuries that aggravated many fantasy owners after that. And while we're at it, we'll go guessing about everyone else. In the office, we're already targeting Steve Finley and Brady Anderson -- among all of those 1996 power hitters. Maybe they were all on the juice, eh?

    It's about time they test for the stuff, although the players continue to throw up the privacy thing. Yet another reason that there won't be an agreement and why there'll be a strike sooner or later. If it's as bad as Caminiti (50 percent) or Jose Canseco (85 percent) say, then there could be a huge problem. Even worse are those folks who don't know how to control their dosage (like Cammy that year). Unfortunately, we'll probably see instances like Lyle Alzado or Superstar Billy Graham.

    And if you think that's bad, just look at a bunch of the pro wrestlers who have died early like Davey Boy Smith just a couple of weeks ago. There are just as many stories like him as there are about old vets like Lou Thesz and Wahoo McDaniel, who passed on at much older ages.
    The hammies are still sore after yesterday's long walk. That either means I did a lot of walking or I'm woefully out of shape. Maybe a little of both. Maybe that means I'll do a little more long walking in a day or two. Speaking of walking, they say Atlanta is one of the worst cities for pedestrians. Of course, if they ever saw people trying to cross Marietta and Centennial Olympic Park Drive, they may think the opposite. Today, I saw two guys walking across the street with traffic coming at them. I know we're supposed to yield to pedestrians, but it's like they started their walk as the light turned the opposite color (which isn't unusual in downtown). Despite this, I've seen just one person -- an older Hispanic gentleman -- ever flagged for jaywalking and that's because a cop nearly ran him over. Atlanta isn't pedestrian friendly to be sure, but use some common sense, people.

    Tuesday, May 28, 2002

    Well I finally decided to try out the Silver Comet Trail today, after a lot of delay because I ended up sleeping in. The trail was pretty cool -- a converted rail line paved over to become a long trail for walking, running, rollerblading, cycling, etc. I was pretty daring and ventured out 5.3 miles walking before turning around and heading back. Thus, I did 10.6 miles in a little over three hours -- although that trip back was hellish since I hadn't done that much walking in a long while. The scenery was nice -- it was primarily shaded by all sorts of trees, and you could see some nice homes in the distance. I'll probably make occasional trips in the future, although I'll likely not do the 10 miles again, unless I'm with someone. Thankfully I had my MP3 CD player to keep me occupied this time.
    Oh yeah, stopped in yet again at Distant Replays and got myself a cool hat with a retro Milwaukee Bucks logo (either that or an old Denver Nuggets ABA logo or Atlanta Hawks Pac-Man). It's hard to believe such an amazing store (albeit really expensive if you want to get yourself an old-school jersey) is hidden away among a bunch of Buckhead bars. Funny thing is that it has become one of the few places I take guests when they visit, mainly because they're sports fans who would appreciate such stuff that you wouldn't see anywhere else.
    Excuse me for asking, but what does "An Officer and a Gentleman" have to do with music (and thus appear on VH-1) other than that one song?

    Monday, May 27, 2002

    Not much going on here, other than a little shopping here and there. However, I was amused to see Craig Sager (Turner Sports sideline guy with the funky suits) outside an ice cream stand in a Buckhead strip mall. Actually, he just dropped off his girlfriend then sped off in his convertible (a Corvette maybe) then came back a few minutes later. I doubt he'd remember me when he bought drinks for a bunch of fellow Northwestern grads while watching a football game last fall.

    Saturday, May 25, 2002

    A couple of thoughts over hot, fresh Krispy Kremes (sometimes it's hard to resist stopping by the 24-hour Krispy Kreme between the office and home) ...

    For some reason I heard Cracker's "Low" on the all-purpose rock station and the alt-rock station here within seconds of each other. I heard "Low" on the first station then changed channels when it ended. I turned on the second station and thought I had made a mistake. Nope. Very strange, considering it was about 3 a.m. and it involved a relatively minor hit from 1993 that is still getting lots of radio play here. (Granted, I like the song, and it was something I heard a lot of in college, but still ...)

    For something completely different, I wonder if I'm getting very complacent in being single. While I thought I was like Hugh Grant's character in "About a Boy," one major thing is different -- I'm not cut out for dating lots of women for short periods of time. Instead, I think I'm good at building up strong friendships/relationships with women -- unfortunately none really going anywhere.

    That usually doesn't stop me from hoping for/working on something more substantial -- as is the case with a couple of close girl friends (note the space) in my life. However, for some reason I'm feeling very detached to both of them right now -- surprisingly right after doing mix CDs for both of them. I still like them a lot, but unlike before where I was afraid to show my interest, I find myself gravitating away from them and not towards anyone -- just some free-floating away into an emptiness. Maybe it's just another aspect of my fear of rejection manifesting itself in a harsher way. I don't know, but I am trying my best to get everything rekindled.

    Thursday, May 23, 2002

    OK, I'm a pretty big homer for my alma mater, but even the most jaded of college students will probably find this rant a little bit much. Sure, many people like to complain about what school they go to -- the administration, the bureaucracy, etc. As long as you got a quality education (and hopefully a good job) out of your time, that should suffice and thus make the huge investment into the school worth it. (That's any school, not just Northwestern).

    I've always felt complaining about a bad social life on campus is silly. I didn't have much of one, but that's the way I was. I developed my own circle of friends; they just happened not to be the partying type. Your social happiness is what you make of it. There were plenty of parties on campus, you just had to find it. Of course, she also said she lived her freshman year at the Foster-Walker Complex (all singles, very much apart from everyone) -- you just had to try much harder.

    What gets me here is that she said she never really wanted to go to NU. She wanted to go to Stanford instead. Fine. Then why did you spend four years here? If you were that miserable off the bat, get out as soon as you could. No one would've begrudged you. Sometimes, people aren't the right fit for a school, and find some place else to go where they're comfortable. Stop stewing and do something about it. I guess she is just preparing herself for the real world where whining is a prerequisite to holding many jobs.

    Finally, she bemoans the lack of minorities and those on campus aren't "down with the brown." I guess this is one thing that bothered me a lot hearing about race relations and minorities while I was there. I kept a very mixed company at school, and yes it looked weird when we all were hanging out together. But maybe that's because I was more comfortable around all sorts of people as opposed to just being around Asians (in my case).

    Then again, I was always a bit more comfortable being around primarily white students mainly because I think I fit in better, oddly enough. But that's probably because I didn't speak Tagalog -- I was raised to speak English. So while other Filipino people were speaking Tagalog, I had no idea what was going on. But I did know what the white kids were saying and thus felt more at ease. I think I took that all through school. If I happened to be friends with Asians, great. If not, no big deal. I didn't gravitate one way or another. And while I am part of the Asian American Journalists Association, I look at that as a professional organization -- I'm not basing my social life on it. There's definitely nothing wrong about being proud of your heritage (and I really am), but some people just reflect it different than other people.
    Fun with Google
    You can discover some interesting things about your friends, relatives and other acquaintances through the search engines. I've definitely stumbled across some long-lost friends that way. (And vice versa) It gets even weirder looking through the archived USENET posts on Google. I figured a recent lookup of myself would yield a bunch of posts to alt.college.college-bowl and some trivia stuff. Then all of a sudden pop up some lyrics quizzes I ran eight years ago during my freshman year in college, not to mention some other goofy posts. Interesting to say the least, as was my .sig file, which is even more pretentious than it is today. I'd like to think I've matured a tad in my writings that somehow appear online.

    Wednesday, May 22, 2002

    Let's get ready to rumble
    Yes, I subjected myself to Celebrity Boxing. It wasn't as fun as last time, but at least they kept William Perry's torso in check with a tank top (as opposed to the weigh-in). Unfortunately, more people probably saw that instead of the Arturo Gatti-Mickey Ward fight over the weekend. As the announcers said, it was a throwback to fights of the '50s, when they actually punched each other. Gatti would absolutely whale on "Irish" Mickey (reminds me a lot of the underrated The Great White Hype) for about a minute, then Ward would whale on Gatti and so forth. Lots of blood, lots of punching, lots of actual action. Don King has helped to turn boxing into a farce, but the fighters themselves have helped to do so as well. I think there were more punches thrown in the Darva Conger-Olga Korbut fight than in some 12-round title fights.
    Not that there's anything wrong with it
    While many of baseball brethren were agog about the long-awaited and successful debut of Mark Prior with the Cubs (and I got him on one of my fantasy rosters in time), too many others were jumping on the Mike Piazza "I'm not gay" story. The Brandon Lemon article last year in Out caused a stir, and lots of whispering and throwing around of names, but this got a bit ridiculous when Page Six can dictate the back page. Piazza pretty much did a pre-emptive strike with his comments, but it probably won't get much better until this weekend when the Mets return home and the fans can react one way or another.

    I wouldn't have a problem with an openly gay baseball player. It would stop some of the snickering behind backs guessing if he's in or out. Unfortunately, most people aren't that open, and there'll be too much of a stigma attached by too many fans -- even today. However, until someone actually outs himself, let's not start guessing.
    It can't all be happy endings
    Plenty of ground needed to be covered in the finale of 24, and I think they did do a decent job of wrapping up a couple of major plot points. The Palmers split up, natch. And the Drazens bit the bullet as Jack Bauer turned into a character from a John Woo film. The Nina thing was done reasonably well, and I think they left some things up in the air with the intention of using her character in some way next season. (They supposedly shot three endings. I imagine if the show didn't get picked up, Nina might've gotten killed as well.)

    The death of Teri was a big surprise, but it also proved that not everything can turn out for the best for Jack. If anything, it will now get the show more focused on Jack next season. While the family angle was done reasonably well for a while, some of the twists and turns were a bit much with them -- especially Teri's brief amnesia (a prime jumping the shark candidate. It got silly after a while when the Bauer women got thrown into crazier and crazier situations.

    I am happy to see it back next year, especially since it will be in that "real-time" format. It really does work as a very long-form movie, with characters allowed to flesh themselves out over the course of what is, for all intents and purposes, one plotline.
    May the poop be with you
    OK, I found a link to Triumph's adventures on line for Attack of the Clones. Have fun with it.

    Tuesday, May 21, 2002

    The Final Countdown
    I'm looking forward to seeing the season finale/final hour of "24" tonight, especially how they'll deal with the mole Nina/Yelena. The producers of the show have outlined how Nina could be the mole, as seen in this article, which just happened to be written by a former editor-in-chief of The Daily Northwestern, and the guy who helped us launch the paper's site during the infancy of the Web.
    Random observation
    The Dillard's department store ad in today's AJC was hawking swimsuits. There were picture of Misses, Juniors and "The Dillard's Woman." The first two were shots of pretty, if generic, women. The last one was of a larger-figured woman. What is anyone supposed to make of that? And if Peter Warrick and Laveranues Coles knew that was "The Dillard's woman," would they have gone on their infamous shopping spree?
    Sure, many others have beaten the "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" thing to death, but the New York Times has jumped on this topic as well. One thing that a lot of critics and other media reporters seem to miss when discussing the demise of WWTBAM is the elimination of the phone-in game to determine contestants. Sure, celebrity editions wore thin really quickly, but that happened after contestants were picked more for personality/looks/etc. rather than actual playing ability. The show had gotten away from what made it click -- people you believed could win lots of money because they supposedly knew a lot.

    Many of my quizbowl friends and associates have been contestants on the show, and needless to say, many of these folks wouldn't have been on the show through the more recent system. A lot of the thrill of the show was the fact that, "Hey, I can make this show!" as long as you could play the phone game well. Going through a contestant search is far more grueling time-wise, and god forbid you don't live within a couple of hours from a city with a search. The net effect was less money being given away. What a surprise.

    Unfortunately, it looks like Regis won't be back on newer versions of the show. So minus Regis, minus the phone-in game and you've eliminated two huge reasons why people won't be going back.
    Well I got around to seeing "About a Boy" today, which happened to be playing at the artsy theater down the street from me (a good 15-minute walk from my place; figured I didn't need to drive everywhere in this city). It was a very funny film and touching at times, as Hugh Grant learns how to grow up thanks to a very dorky 12-year-old boy.

    For some reason, I could sorta see myself in Hugh Grant's role of Will (although I'm actually working and not just living off the royalties from a one-hit wonder). He was subscribing to the idea that he is an island; the star of his own TV show (which is not an ensemble drama). He was his own person and really had little to do with other people's lives, as it was all about him. That's because he knew inside he had nothing to offer the world, until he came across this kid who actually showed him he could offer something to someone (and in the case of the often pathetic Marcus, it was a big help). I don't think I'm as shallow as Will, but every so often I'll get into that idea that I need a person or two in the inner circle around me -- so it's not always just about me.

    The overall story was better compared to "High Fidelity" (I haven't seen "Fever Pitch" -- Nick Hornby's other novel turned into a film), at least once the relationship between Will and Marcus started developing. But HF had better secondary characters with Dick and Barry, the other guys in the record store. On the other hand, the main female characters in AB didn't weigh down the film like Iben Hjejle did as Laura as John Cusack's girlfriend in HF. But enough with the nitpicking, it's well-written and decently acted film that's somewhat lightweight but still fun to watch.

    Monday, May 20, 2002

    My Top Five -- Hits of the '80s
    Nothing witty or funny -- yet. Just some lists. Eventually it will become something interesting or useful. To start with, I'll go with something I know very well -- '80s music.
    Here's my list in not much of an order:
    1. Every Breath You Take: The Police (Puffy could've picked any other song and I wouldn't have cared.)
    2. Owner of a Lonely Heart: Yes
    3. One Thing Leads to Another: The Fixx
    4. Hold Me Now: Thompson Twins
    5. Overkill: Men at Work (the fifth spot is always up for grabs -- I'll go with this since it's one of the more underrated songs from my favorite '80s group. The 1997 cover by Lazlo Bane featuring Colin Hay got me more interested in the song again.)
    It's not just TV. It's your payroll
    With a baseball strike looming, etc., etc., one thing that usually seems lost in the whole shuffle about revenues, player salaries, etc., is the effect of local TV contracts. I can sorta see this just from what games get fed into our office on a nightly basis. There's always some big hubbub about why we never get certain games. In some cases, it's because of some bad satellite/DSS arrangements here. But in other cases, I've realized some of the "poorer" teams just don't have good TV contracts and thus when the two of them are playing, it's a crapshoot if we'll get the game.

    The Montreal Expos are obviously a prime example since they barely got any local TV or radio deals for the past few years. But I've noticed teams like the Reds, A's, Brewers, Pirates, Royals and Twins not appearing as often on local TV as they should be (and thus we're not getting their feeds here). I don't have hard numbers in front of me, but you've got to wonder if even 50-60 percent of their games are televised at all (whether it be on a local broadcast station or a cable affiliate, likely a Fox Sports one). I'm sure they are, since they'll probably appear on the satellite packages (bad geography in my complex prevents me from getting a dish), but it seems like it's few and far between.

    Plus, it doesn't help that their deals are dwarfed by the juggernaut of the Yankees and their YES Network (after finishing up a ridiculously lucrative deal with MSG that set the precedent for their huge spending today). Some of those teams can negotiate big deals and get lots of games shown while others scrape by and most of us seeing their games, but with other announcers calling them.
    Oh. My. Heck.
    I may have been one of the few rooting for either Paschal or Neleh to win the latest Survivor, but I'm happy to see Vecepia win it. Yet again, another "fly under the radar" player takes the $1,000,000 prize. Everyone knows the Richard Hatch strategy from the original show, and it'll be hard for anyone to try that technique in the future.
    Kathy was probably the best player of them all, but hey, I'm a bit shallow, and wanted to see the cute girl win it. This after local guy Paschal got the short end of the stick in the rock, rock, goose game to determine who got booted off. (Oh the many ways Mark Burnett can make this game that much more bizarre. It even sparked controversy on the local news as they milked the finale for all it's worth.)

    The reunion special was actually a lot of fun for the first time because superfan Rosie O'Donnell hosted the show instead of Bryant Gumbel having to do his CBS duty. She could still get to the bottom of a bunch of things, but you could tell she actually cared about and liked these folks. Plus, you got to see the survivors looking a lot better instead of emaciated after weeks out in the wilderness. (Paschal and Neleh especially looked a ton better.)

    Honestly, I'm surprised to see the show running as strong as it has. But then again, CBS has done a good job in not running it into the ground (see WWTBAM and Weakest Link), despite the constant Letterman and Early Show appearances. And as long as they pick enough attractive folks for the show, I'll watch. I will be a bit at odds again next fall since it will be up against Scrubs -- a show I've yet to watch much of but really want to. Hell, it stars a guy from my graduating class at Northwestern. (Granted I had no idea who he was until the show started.)

    Saturday, May 18, 2002

    OK, I saw Attack of the Clones. Not bad, very entertaining and hey, Natalie Portman looked good, although a bit more and more like Martina Hingis every day. Some of the city scenes looked like nice paintings as opposed to cool visual effects. However, is it just me, or is the kid who played Boba Fett as annoying as little Anakin in Phantom Menace? These past two films haven't matched the original trilogy, but they've been OK nonetheless.

    Thankfully, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog had his great take on those waiting in line for the movie. Utterly hilarious and utterly tasteless. Should we expect anything different?

    Friday, May 17, 2002

    Beep, beep, beep ...
    I'm happy to see 24 returning to Fox's fall schedule. I'm usually not big on hour-long shows in general, but I've been hooked by this show. It runs like a really long movie, although each hour has to have its multiple plots, assorted resolutions and cliffhangers since it is a series show. I'm still waiting to see how it would all look watching it in one 24-hour/episode block.

    Anyways, the Nina-as-the-mole thing was a bit surprising, but then again, just about anything happens on this show, so it shouldn't have been a surprise. In fact, the only thing that I actually saw coming (and probably should have) was Palmer knowing about the wife's plot with the campaign aide. One cool article that came out very early during the show's run said you could pick out the bad guys just by seeing if they were using Macs or PCs. Gaines and the Drazens have PCs; Jamey had a PC; most recently Nina switched to a Dell laptop. Cool stuff to say the least.

    "Duuuude, you're going to get killed."

    Thursday, May 16, 2002

    It's funny because it's true
    The Onion often hits the mark because of its absurdity. Other times it works because of how dead-on accurate it can be. For instance, check out this week's issue in the second news item in news underneath the beer photo. Damned if that isn't me a few times over. And I'll leave it at that.
    Well, CNN/Sports Illustrated, the TV network, has now been off the air for a little more than 24 hours, and it's pretty sad to see it go, even if few people actually did watch it on a regular basis. I considered going to the goodbye party, but wasn't sure how comfortable I would've been given I still had a job and most of the people there didn't. Plus, it's not like I knew a ton of people over there. I knew a few folks here and there, mostly good folks. I wish them all the best wherever they end up.

    The network was doomed pretty early on. It was odd that this network was announced first back in '96 but ESPN trumped them with ESPNews and launched about a month before CNN/SI did. Somehow, we couldn't leverage on the CNN or Sports Illustrated brands and everything was floundering for years before the plug was finally pulled. There was promise and competition would've been good (like CNN vs. MSNBC vs. Fox News), but I suppose running highlights and packages nonstop for 24 hours doesn't necessarily cut it. I'm still curious as to why CNN/SI didn't launch as a network AND TV network at the same time, especially since MSNBC did so with varying degrees of success earlier that summer. (I remember being at CNN.com when that happened -- impressed moderately, knowing there was a long way to go.)

    Then again, it could've meant that we could've suffered the same fate as them at this point. (Hmm, the Web site launched eight months after the channel launched. Ya think??? Nah ....)

    It's a bit strange to see ESPN have such a stranglehold on a sports broadcasting brand -- the two main networks, the news channel, buying out Classic Sports a few years back, the restaurants, etc., especially when you consider the early days with Australian rules football and other assorted sporting events. But that's the way it goes.

    I'm havening a problem here
    If you're familiar with Jimmy Fallon's Nick Burns character on SNL, this guy could be considered the anti-Nick. Supposedly, English is his first language and he's allegedly bright but lazy. Judge for yourself. And to think that I usually trust tech support people. I guess here's a reason for the Internet crash.

    Tuesday, May 14, 2002

    Unfortunately, there is no more Dirk Nowitzki, Steve Nash, and my personal faves Wang Zhizhi, Shawn Bradley and Evan Eschmeyer, as Mark Cuban's Mavs got eliminated. Thus, I think it's fine time to mention that Don Nelson is starting to look more and more like John Madden. (I've also read something about him looking like The Skipper as well -- maybe Cuban is Gilligan in that case.)

    Monday, May 13, 2002

    The AJC had an interesting article on the supermarket wars in Atlanta, which had pretty much come down to Kroger vs. Publix. One thing that seemed to be missing from the article was the fact Kroger does double coupons, which makes all those Sunday inserts all the more valuable.

    Something also pretty fascinating with the Krogers in Atlanta proper is that a number of them have their own charm and have picked up nicknames along the way. There's the Disco Kroger in Buckhead, which used to be right next to a popular dance club; the Gay Kroger in Ansley Mall (I often feel like I'm the only straight guy when I shop there); Kosher Kroger on North Druid Hills, in the Jewish Toco Hills section of town; Ghetto Kroger on Ponce, which is in an area that used to be much worse off than before. Some interesting ways to enhance that shopping experience, I guess.
    Jimi Hendrix and Buffalo Springfield would count, too
    One fun way I spent wasting away my weekend (in between working, watching games and finally overhauling this site) was taking in all of VH-1's 100 Greatest One-Hit Wonders. Even better was the companion marathon of videos on VH-1 Classic -- the reason my digital cable is worth it. A bunch of questionable choices, and some who weren't really one-hit wonders in the "official" sense -- not a top-20 hit ("Rappers Delight," "It Takes Two") or having other reasonably known songs (Devo, Thomas Dolby, Men Without Hats). But hey, it was fun to watch, and like all other lists, it's meant to stir up debate.

    Sunday, May 12, 2002

    Hooray! Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law is back on Cartoon Network's Adult Swim. It's one of the more hilarious shows on the block, especially given the nature of the cases on the show. Race Bannon and Dr. Benton Quest fighting for custody of Jonny Quest in a bizarre divorce proceeding -- you gotta be kidding me. Scooby and Shaggy busted for possession. It's right up my alley. Keep it coming.
    It's faaantaastic??
    God help us all, but I'm actually getting into the NBA playoffs. It helps that the usually woeful New Jersey Nets are making a run, and that the Boston Celtics are pretending it's the '80s again. Plus, the Mavericks and Kings are also pretending it's the '80s by scoring triple digits in each game, and the game is at least moderately interesting again. The Lakers-Spurs still bore me, but I can leave that alone when I want to, although I have a feeling I'll lose interest again once the Lakers do the steamroller thing.

    Friday, May 10, 2002

    Time to start rambling a bit on the world of baseball, since it's sort of my job. The Cubs finally called up Bobby Hill from the minors. It's about time he comes in to replace the aged Delino DeShields (and thus screwing over a couple of my leagues). But I still can't help but think how many times I'll be sounding like Hank Hill when describing something he does on the field. "That boy ain't right" is going to be a popular refrain for a long time.
    Well, I've finally caught up to the blogging revolution after always being ahead of the curve. Oh well, suits me well for having a Web site years designed with HTML circa 1996 or 1997. Eventually this will turn into something as I overhaul my Web site, which might actually be useful and usable for something other than people trying to get some MP3s from me.

    But to start off the cool ramblings ... I guess it's good that I'm now home during the day a couple of days a week so I can catch some of my favorites on Game Show Network -- The $100,000 Pyramid and the original Hollywood Squares.