Friday, April 30, 2004
Monday, April 26, 2004
Since it does involve me tangentially, I figured I should post the travelogue of Mike's Dirty South 2004 Road Trip. If I weren't absolutely zapped from the tournament, I probably would've joined him for at least a couple of legs of Monday's festivities. I do think there will be some minor league road trips this spring/summer.
Mark Cuban isn't looking for a feud with Donald Trump, and I doubt his reality show will reach Apprentice-like levels, but I do like how he defused any potential conflict with the Donald on his blog:
I respect you and think we would have a great time hanging out talking business. How about this as a truce offering: I will come by your apartment in NY, we can either walk or take a cab to the White Castle of your choice and dinner is on me. Bring your girlfriend if you like. If we can’t be friends after sharing a couple dozen sliders and onion chips, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Might I also suggest some Chicken Rings?
Speaking of reality shows, it was a bit odd seeing Jesse Palmer during ESPN's NFL Draft coverage talking about how great it was for the Giants to get Eli Manning. Granted, Kerry Collins' cap number may change things, but wouldn't you think that Manning's selection would mean, stealing from another reality show, that Palmer will soon hear, "You're fired!"?
I respect you and think we would have a great time hanging out talking business. How about this as a truce offering: I will come by your apartment in NY, we can either walk or take a cab to the White Castle of your choice and dinner is on me. Bring your girlfriend if you like. If we can’t be friends after sharing a couple dozen sliders and onion chips, it just wasn’t meant to be.
Might I also suggest some Chicken Rings?
Speaking of reality shows, it was a bit odd seeing Jesse Palmer during ESPN's NFL Draft coverage talking about how great it was for the Giants to get Eli Manning. Granted, Kerry Collins' cap number may change things, but wouldn't you think that Manning's selection would mean, stealing from another reality show, that Palmer will soon hear, "You're fired!"?
Friday, April 23, 2004
Fact vs. fiction
It's almost a tad creepy that the same week B.D. from Doonesbury loses a leg in Iraq that we get the real story of Pat Tillman's death in Afghanistan, nearly two years after left the Arizona Cardinals to join the Army Rangers.
In a strange way, through his service and his death, Tillman is finally getting the respect and the accolades he so deserved during his brief life. In the cruel world of the NFL, Tillman appeared to a "but" player. He was a vastly underrated DB in the NFL, piling up lots of tackles ... but, he played for the Cardinals and only really close followers noticed him until he left to join the Army Rangers. He was a standout linebacker in college ... but since the NFL often slaps star college players with the amusement park "you must be this tall/big" signs, he slipped to the Cardinals in the draft. There were no "buts" now. He left the NFL to join the Army and was killed in the line of duty. He can't be underrated anymore. In fact, he'll probably fall into a similar category as Nile Kinnick -- a sports star who really was an "American hero" (no matter how you feel about the war).
It's almost a tad creepy that the same week B.D. from Doonesbury loses a leg in Iraq that we get the real story of Pat Tillman's death in Afghanistan, nearly two years after left the Arizona Cardinals to join the Army Rangers.
In a strange way, through his service and his death, Tillman is finally getting the respect and the accolades he so deserved during his brief life. In the cruel world of the NFL, Tillman appeared to a "but" player. He was a vastly underrated DB in the NFL, piling up lots of tackles ... but, he played for the Cardinals and only really close followers noticed him until he left to join the Army Rangers. He was a standout linebacker in college ... but since the NFL often slaps star college players with the amusement park "you must be this tall/big" signs, he slipped to the Cardinals in the draft. There were no "buts" now. He left the NFL to join the Army and was killed in the line of duty. He can't be underrated anymore. In fact, he'll probably fall into a similar category as Nile Kinnick -- a sports star who really was an "American hero" (no matter how you feel about the war).
Back in action
It's about dang time I actually posted an entry, don't you think? Anyways, much of the time was spent working on TRASHionals 007 stuff, which went very well, although it took me a couple of days to really decompress from the whole thing. Most people thought it went well, so that's a good sign.
Plus, it was good to see everyone and even have a bunch of people stay at my place (after months with practically no one coming to visit). Despite the utter lack of space, people are welcome to come by and crash -- especially if it involves side trips to Distant Replays, and it always seems that way.
More adventures in Nerdular Nerdence
But to wrap up my week of geekdom (although you could argue my final fantasy baseball draft of the season on Saturday is it), I went to see Weird Al. It's hard to believe that it's been 4 1/2 years since he was here in Atlanta. But here he was again, doing a good job in a half-full Tabernacle (the third deck was practically empty, and I got a seat in the first row in the second deck just off to the side of the stage).
It seemed like the Poodle Hat stuff wasn't received as well as I might've thought, but he was definitely energetic (that's how the woman, who wasn't familiar with Al's stuff, sitting next to me described him -- although she just showed up to see a concert at the building before she returned to England). And I was impressed how he got the videos synced up for "Angry White Boy Polka," which was his opener.
Al did have his stretch in the middle where he went through his numerous costume changes, but it often seemed like many of the video montages he shows during the wardrobe switches were really just filler, not to mention more chances for the Al-aholics in the crowd to recite lines from UHF. (Speaking of video filler, I'd never seen the MTV ad where Al does "unplugged" versions of his biggest hits. It's definitely a riot seeing him play "Like A Surgeon" with the acoustic guitar in a coffeehouse setting.)
I still think my favorite part of the show, though, was his mega medley (probably 15-20 minutes long) of about 10-12 parodies pretty much in a row, starting with "Trash Day" and hitting things like "Theme from Rocky XIII," "Eat It," "Lasagna" and "Jurassic Park."
Yes, I'm almost finished
Now that TRASHionals is finished, I feel a little better linking to things (since they won't be questions, thus they won't be favoring my friends who read this site). First off, here's a trivial, yet fascinating Slate article about the underside of baseball caps. Secondly, here's a great Salon piece about one of my favorite bands, The Minibosses, who were featured in an audio bonus at last year's TRASHionals.
It's about dang time I actually posted an entry, don't you think? Anyways, much of the time was spent working on TRASHionals 007 stuff, which went very well, although it took me a couple of days to really decompress from the whole thing. Most people thought it went well, so that's a good sign.
Plus, it was good to see everyone and even have a bunch of people stay at my place (after months with practically no one coming to visit). Despite the utter lack of space, people are welcome to come by and crash -- especially if it involves side trips to Distant Replays, and it always seems that way.
More adventures in Nerdular Nerdence
But to wrap up my week of geekdom (although you could argue my final fantasy baseball draft of the season on Saturday is it), I went to see Weird Al. It's hard to believe that it's been 4 1/2 years since he was here in Atlanta. But here he was again, doing a good job in a half-full Tabernacle (the third deck was practically empty, and I got a seat in the first row in the second deck just off to the side of the stage).
It seemed like the Poodle Hat stuff wasn't received as well as I might've thought, but he was definitely energetic (that's how the woman, who wasn't familiar with Al's stuff, sitting next to me described him -- although she just showed up to see a concert at the building before she returned to England). And I was impressed how he got the videos synced up for "Angry White Boy Polka," which was his opener.
Al did have his stretch in the middle where he went through his numerous costume changes, but it often seemed like many of the video montages he shows during the wardrobe switches were really just filler, not to mention more chances for the Al-aholics in the crowd to recite lines from UHF. (Speaking of video filler, I'd never seen the MTV ad where Al does "unplugged" versions of his biggest hits. It's definitely a riot seeing him play "Like A Surgeon" with the acoustic guitar in a coffeehouse setting.)
I still think my favorite part of the show, though, was his mega medley (probably 15-20 minutes long) of about 10-12 parodies pretty much in a row, starting with "Trash Day" and hitting things like "Theme from Rocky XIII," "Eat It," "Lasagna" and "Jurassic Park."
Yes, I'm almost finished
Now that TRASHionals is finished, I feel a little better linking to things (since they won't be questions, thus they won't be favoring my friends who read this site). First off, here's a trivial, yet fascinating Slate article about the underside of baseball caps. Secondly, here's a great Salon piece about one of my favorite bands, The Minibosses, who were featured in an audio bonus at last year's TRASHionals.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Sometimes when you leave the TV on too long you find things you never expected to see. Case in point: this guy was doing a report from Arizona Wildcats spring football practice. I guess it's somewhat of a lateral step after working the news on Channel 9 in New York. But I guess that answers the question of where is he now?
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