Friday, May 28, 2004

Innane political post
If John Kerry wins the Presidency with John McCain as his vice presidential candidate, would that constitute one of the Seven Signs of the Apocalypse? Or did even John the Prophet not forsee that, because it's so off-the-wall crazy it could never happen?

Not that I don't like Kerry - he's vastly preferable to Bush. But there aren't many instances after the Burr fiasco that imply that multi-party tickets these days would work.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

One down, one to go
Feeling of impending doom fading...fading...fading...

rising...rising...RISING!!!
Jittery
Job interview today.

Nervous.

Shouldn't have had those cheese enchiladas last night.

Another empty sentence.

End.

Monday, May 24, 2004

"Truth in Journalism" gone too far?
Normally, I'm all for accurate headlines in newspapers. Very few things cheese me off more than seeing the headline "Lots of naked women coming our way" only to find that the article below actually discusses the merits of a locality's new park system. No mention of nudies in the article itself.*

But sometimes, maybe it's for the best if editors and reporters gloss things over a little bit. The article title below is probably one of those times:
"Las Vegas Officials Worried About City's Foul Stench."

Now, really, couldn't they at least be a little more gentle than that? Couldn't the officials be worried about the "foul odor?" The "poor air quality?" Or even the "gentle stench?" I mean, really, Vegas is a good city. It's got The Strip. It's got the only illegal prostitutes in the state of Nevada. It's got mob ties - so it's not all bad. And yet what do the reporters do? They slam the city because it's got a widdle fwatuwence pwobwem.

Sometimes journalism makes me angry. That's why I read FoxNews.



*example created for the sake of bad humor.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

A follow-up
First, read the post below this one, then come back up and start.......

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here.

Chuy Arzola's in Dogtown has cheese enchiladas, which I had last night (I had Tomatillo's Monday night). Despite being quite good, they are exceptionally heavy on high-density cheese, which never does sit quite right with me (that's why I referenced the previous post).

Eating cheese enchiladas and then working out in the same day, regardless of the temporal distance between the two, is not a good idea. I don't even recommend working out prior to eating the cheesey enchigoodness - that's how disastrous the admixture can be.

Be warned.

Just to take up space
It's been a while since I posted, so I thought I'd regale you all with stories of grandeur and wonderment:

Tomatillo now has enchiladas. They're really yummy.

I've moved into my new place.

I think I'm lactose intolerant.

Hurray!

Thursday, May 13, 2004

I'm always astounded that people who buy the monster Utes bitch and moan about how it handles. I actually heard this through my office door just the other day:
"Is that your Excursion?"
"Yeah, I got it after I decided I didn't really want to keep driving the Suburban anymore."
"How do you like it?"
"Well, you know, it doesn't turn very well - I have problems at drive throughs, you know? But I feel so safe..."

You can't drive it but you feel safe?

Am I missing something?

Monday, May 03, 2004

Things you don't want to hear your girlfriend say
-Where did that hair come from?
-Did you know your legs are like, three colors with that sunburn?
-I didn't burp in your mouth! It was a throat burp!

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Rules of the Game
First off, congratulations go out to the CS Departmen't softball team, which one this year's combined league. I drink to thee.

Now that that's out of the way, it's probably time for a little bit of a brush-up on some common ballpark rules. Not how to stand in line, or the infield fly, or even urinal etiquette. I'm talkin' 'bout Foul Ball Rules.

Sitting in a baseball stadium grants you an opportunity to do something that very few other fans ever have the chance to do, and that's snag a part of the sport's equipment as it comes flying towards you. Basketballs generally don't exit the field of play, and neither do footballs. Hockey pucks do, but trust me on this one: You don't want to try to catch one coming off of a hockey stick. Besides, who watches hockey?

Now, when attending a baseball game, be it Rookie League or Major Leagues, please keep in mind that these rules are flexible, but they're very important in terms of public perception.

1) Fight for a foul ball. No being a pansy here. These baseballs are hard to come by, and many fans go their whole lives without ever catching one. You want to be one of the elite, don't you?

2) If you're drunk and with friends, make sure you high-five everyone around them. It doesn't matter if the people who receive your manual celebrations are friends, or if you even know their names. But if you catch that ball, you'd better celebrate, dammit.

3) If you're sober, smile for the camera and sit down quietly. Only alcoholics high-five people and get caught up in the moment like monkeys celebrating a banana.

4) If there is a small girl within 5 feet of you in any direction, OR if there was one but you trampled her in your mad rush to catch a ball that Omar Vizquel actually struck with a bat, you must give that ball to the girl. If she's lost any teeth, offer to help her find them between innings.

5) If there's a little boy within 3 feet, the same rule applies, but don't try to find his teeth. It'll toughen him up to find them on his own.

6) If an acquaintance is lucky enough to catch the errant horsehide, offer to take him out for drinks as a celebration. If he's already plastered, then don't make the offer, but say you did. He probably won't remember most of the game anyway, and it never hurts to score bud points.

7) If someone offers to take you out as celebration for your catching a foul ball, turn him down. Remember: don't let your pride get the best of you, and don't step on the little people now that you're another rung up.

8) Make it look easy. If you trip and fall on your way to the foul ball, just lay there for a while, or pretend you're having a heart attack, or something. The public has a hard time shaming a dead man, and when they do, it's kind of half-assed.

So the next time you're out enjoying your peanuts and Cracker Jack, remember these rules. Your public good standing depends on it.