grs1624: you've got a good perception on things-at least i think so
grs1624: and im always right-so i guess you do
TWMHIT.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Prince....
>150,000 vs. <25
If this scenario plays out, then we both win.
But if I must choose only one, I pick < 25 .
Now let's "GET our Red Lobster!!!!"
If this scenario plays out, then we both win.
But if I must choose only one, I pick < 25 .
Now let's "GET our Red Lobster!!!!"
Six
That is the total number of hours of sleep I have had since Saturday night. Two all-nighters in a row with a six hour nap on Monday has been the week for me.
The good news is that finals don't officially start until Thursday and I will have two done by the end of today.
The really good news is that I'm all caught up and won't have to sleep on London time anymore.
The good news is that finals don't officially start until Thursday and I will have two done by the end of today.
The really good news is that I'm all caught up and won't have to sleep on London time anymore.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Guess-the-Google
So I found one good link from psycho's blog: Guess-the-Google.
I've decided this is an acceptable way to pass 15 minutes of time, especially when such time includes procratinating on finals studying.
My high in seven games was 383 (including a "how do we do this?" Game One).
And I beat Baker 4-3 in our series of Guess-the-Google high scores, capping off a remarkable early 3-1 series deficit.
I've decided this is an acceptable way to pass 15 minutes of time, especially when such time includes procratinating on finals studying.
My high in seven games was 383 (including a "how do we do this?" Game One).
And I beat Baker 4-3 in our series of Guess-the-Google high scores, capping off a remarkable early 3-1 series deficit.
I feel violated
So it's finals week, and I am doing all that I can to balance studying with staying awake. About 3:45 a.m. I decide to take a break from consequentialism and browse a few sites, including my own to see if Prince has logged his rebuttal to a prior post.
Then I come across this comment regarding my post-it on finals:
"KINGSPAWN said...
Then I come across this comment regarding my post-it on finals:
"KINGSPAWN said...
Schiavo, Terri. What a goddess. Ahh, the sweet nectar of her loins, it doth rival ambrosia, no? Forgive me Terri, only for loving thee too much."
The first thing I think is, "Wow, who just saw that South Park episode for the first time this weekend?" But then I clicked KINGSPAWN's link and saw they had a blog, so I decided to click it and see what this was all about. I thought maybe it might be someone I know that was just trying to mess with me or somethign: what followed was downright creepy.
As if the latest entry (about starting a Shiavo chant during a moment of silence at a Celtics playoff game) wasn't weird enough, I read the following and literally lol'ed and did a double (triple?) take. Here's the link to his site if you want to read it all (BEWARE of clicking some of the links, they are weird/inappropriate/just play psycho), but here is an excerpt:
"So today I was next-blogging and ran across what looked at first glance to be an ad-blog, which pissed me off, so I had to hit back and comment "Schiavo, Terri. What a goddess. Ahh, the sweet nectar of her loins, it doth rival ambrosia, no? Forgive me Terri, only for loving thee too much," on some Mormon kid's blog. But then I realized what I had just read as the title of the first post on the ad-blog, "white pimple on -----," and I was highly intrigued."
"Next-blogging" is a link on the top right of each page where you are taken to a random blog that you can read. Apparently this nut thought my blog was what's called an "ad-blog," which shady companies use to post nothing but advertisements about their product. Anyway, this guy apparently didn't like that so he posted his comment, only to realize after what he'd done (but he still left the comment up - TIMHIT).
The part that was really weird is how long he must have waded through this site to figure out it was "some Mormon kid's blog" (the only real reference I could find to this is in my seventh ever post [21 Feb 2005] , which is wwwaaaayyyy back in the archives for someone who's just perusing).
Anyway, I just had to share this. Time to grind for Philosophy.
I think I feel better now.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Look what you made me go and do Chops (pelegray)....
Original comment by pelegray from my "Long Overdue" (27 Apr) post: "Didnt u say the other nite u thought the Nugz would win the series over SA???? See and then you hop back and forth with, that was my fan side, this is my rational side. And your love of cheering for the Rockies, you might as well be a Cubs fan too. Rational fans cheer for goods teams, irrational fans hope and pray, but don't use your "objective side." So are you a fan, or an objectional veiwer. I think playing both sides of the coin is worse then choosing a couple of teams you like. Besides you cheer for teams, which is a colection of player, and players change so sticking with CO teams just doesn't make since. If it is state pride your after your mistaken, their privatly owned, most likely by people outside of CO."
*NOTE: The second half of this post deals with Blake's claim that it's better to value the individual and not the whole (I know that may be better in dealing with capitalism vs. communism, but the Cold War is over buddy). If you don't feel like reading all of it, I've moved a link I talk about below to the top for the sake of convenience. It's from Dan Findlay's blog after UNC won the NCAA Championship. Click Here to read it and skip all of my boring blabbing.
Firstly, I would like to begin by expressing my anger. I had a long response typed under my "comments" box in the original post, but because of it's length I decided to turn it into it's own post. However, in copying and pasting it over somehow the comment became lost in the exchange and I'm forced to try to recreate what I already had (that's like trying to reinact anything MJ ever did, the feeling when one of your teams wins a championship [think Avalanche Stanley Cup here], any Duke loss ever, or that feeling I'll probably have when I become a dad someday: it's just not happening.). Anyway, here is my best attempt.
Chops (pelegray), I must first say that no, I never said I thought they would win, instead that I thought they could and wanted them to. Next, I must assume that (based off of your comment) you know between nothing and absolutely nothing about being a fan and also being a rational, functional human being capable of interaction with other human beings of such likeness. Now, I'm not saying you can't be one or the other at any given time, but after that comment I am convinced that there is no way you can be both at the same time.
You know "that guy" - the one who loves his team and will yell about them all night long, but then does the whole proverbial "cover your ears and start screaming 'la la la la la' when anyone tries to have an actual discussion of any sort of merit about 'that guy's' team?" Well, I know two of those guys (Kellen Gustavson, Mike Pacini: UNC basketball), and they drive me absolutely crazy in this regard. See, I'm all about being a fan. As a fan, I hope the Nuggets beat SA 4-0, Phoenix 4-0, Seattle 4-0, and Miami/Detroit 4-0 en route to Denver's first professional basketball championship. Do you know what else I want? I want the Rockies to go 162-0, beat the Braves 3-0, the Cardinals 4-0, and the Yankees 4-0 to win the World Series. (We're not done yet.) I want the Broncos to go 16-0, then steamroll their way through the playoffs and win the Super Bowl for the third time. (One more still Chops). Finally, I want the NHL to come back so the Avalanche can go 82-0 before completing Lord Stanley's quest 16-0 and bring back the Cup for a third time. And those are just my pro teams....
Do you see how unreasonable that is? Now add in that annoyance factor where everytime you criticize or bring up a weak point or fault in my team, I just plug my ears and don't listen; you would get pretty annoyed and think I wasn't reasonable right? Which is why I like to separate the two. I have always had a thing for sports journalism (see my role on my high school newspaper to know this isn't just some out-of-left-field comment) and I've always had a thing about being a fan, I just like to do my best to keep them separate. See, I wanted UA to win the National Championship and picked them to do so in every single bracket I filled out, but I also talked with others about not feeling like UA was quite good enough to be championship caliber and hoped that they would at least get to the Final Four (didn't happen). With my two aforementioned UNC buddies (note the satire), this conversation would have never been possible. You see, according to them, the last two years UNC has had the best basketball team the world has ever seen. Granted, they did win the National Championship, but this started WAY before that (and to be fair: I gave them the props they deserved on 04 April). Every single loss had a tired excuse, every comment (aka "I'm in jail") was unfairly spun by the media, every clock malfunction (even the one in the Michigan St.-Duke game) was somehow an effort to let Duke win and have UNC lose. Even the second round loss to Texas last year was somehow a good showing by UNC, despite the fact that I was told all year UNC could and would be anyone. You see Chops, I have no problem with people being fans and cheering and hoping your team will do anything you want it to do, but I do have a problem with unreasonable people that think if they yell loud enough or act naive enough then they will be "right." I could go on longer but I don't want this to turn from a weblog to a webnovel (bnovel doesn't have the same ring as blog anyway).
As for your "rational fans cheer for good teams," I hope so much that that was a failed attempt at humor and nothing more.
Also, I'm not "playing both sides of the coin." All year I thought New England was good enough to beat Indy (and predicted it as well), and as a fan of cheering against Peyton, I was firmly on the NE side of things back in January (Want proof? Ask anyone that knows me even a little bit.) Sometimes my objective side lines up with my subjective side, sometimes not: it's all in how the cookie crumbles.
Finally, your comment about cheering for teams versus cheering for individuals is quite possibly the worst statement I've ever heard from anyone regarding anything that is sport (including what I've heard from girls). Have you ever heard of a thing called pride? Not that negative hubris pride but that "I live in America so I'm going to support my country and my troops" sort of pride. You pick an entity and follow it because of pride Blake. This pride can come from anywhere (parents, alma-matter, living in the state, someone you know socialized you, etc.), but the fact remains that it must be there. There is one person I have ever cheered for (MJ), everything else has been T-E-A-M.
(I honestly feel like I'm at a loss for words on how to describe this; it's like having a little kid tell you that he doesn't believe grass is green and trying to prove to him that it is.)
Of course I cheer for teams Blake, because I'm a fan of the whole being bigger than any one piece. Jack Parkman might get traded to the White Sox, but you know that unless Rachel Phelps gets her way the Indians will always be from Cleveland (and Cleveland [NFL] and Charlotte [NBA] proved you can get them back if you care anyway). John Elway might play 16 years and have a great career, but it's awesome to know that the Broncos will go on, even when he doesn't. Cheering for a team unites one with another. Go to any game in person to see what I mean (especially if it's a big one); you'll probably end up high-fiving and/or hugging a complete stranger. Being a fan of the whole also gives a sense of belonging, almost like you are interwoven with the organization, an actual part of the whole (something which cannot be felt by idolizing a mere individual). It makes you feel like you actually are a part of the team, like your being a fan might actually have made some sort of difference. This may sound weak in print but emotions were never meant to be read anyway, there are words for that; emotions are to be felt.
I may want to play like A-Rod, but I don't want to cheer for the M's for a few years, then the Rangers, and now the Yankees (although I do remember you saying you're a Yankees fan, so this all is making at least a little more sense to me now....). Nobody likes someone that jumps ship. People like something they can depend on to be the same now and always. The bad times suck (see my life as a Rockies fan), but the good times are amazing (Click Here to see how it feels when your TEAM finally comes out on top). In fact, I'm moving that link to the top of this post, and with it I shall be done.
--END--
*NOTE: The second half of this post deals with Blake's claim that it's better to value the individual and not the whole (I know that may be better in dealing with capitalism vs. communism, but the Cold War is over buddy). If you don't feel like reading all of it, I've moved a link I talk about below to the top for the sake of convenience. It's from Dan Findlay's blog after UNC won the NCAA Championship. Click Here to read it and skip all of my boring blabbing.
Firstly, I would like to begin by expressing my anger. I had a long response typed under my "comments" box in the original post, but because of it's length I decided to turn it into it's own post. However, in copying and pasting it over somehow the comment became lost in the exchange and I'm forced to try to recreate what I already had (that's like trying to reinact anything MJ ever did, the feeling when one of your teams wins a championship [think Avalanche Stanley Cup here], any Duke loss ever, or that feeling I'll probably have when I become a dad someday: it's just not happening.). Anyway, here is my best attempt.
Chops (pelegray), I must first say that no, I never said I thought they would win, instead that I thought they could and wanted them to. Next, I must assume that (based off of your comment) you know between nothing and absolutely nothing about being a fan and also being a rational, functional human being capable of interaction with other human beings of such likeness. Now, I'm not saying you can't be one or the other at any given time, but after that comment I am convinced that there is no way you can be both at the same time.
You know "that guy" - the one who loves his team and will yell about them all night long, but then does the whole proverbial "cover your ears and start screaming 'la la la la la' when anyone tries to have an actual discussion of any sort of merit about 'that guy's' team?" Well, I know two of those guys (Kellen Gustavson, Mike Pacini: UNC basketball), and they drive me absolutely crazy in this regard. See, I'm all about being a fan. As a fan, I hope the Nuggets beat SA 4-0, Phoenix 4-0, Seattle 4-0, and Miami/Detroit 4-0 en route to Denver's first professional basketball championship. Do you know what else I want? I want the Rockies to go 162-0, beat the Braves 3-0, the Cardinals 4-0, and the Yankees 4-0 to win the World Series. (We're not done yet.) I want the Broncos to go 16-0, then steamroll their way through the playoffs and win the Super Bowl for the third time. (One more still Chops). Finally, I want the NHL to come back so the Avalanche can go 82-0 before completing Lord Stanley's quest 16-0 and bring back the Cup for a third time. And those are just my pro teams....
Do you see how unreasonable that is? Now add in that annoyance factor where everytime you criticize or bring up a weak point or fault in my team, I just plug my ears and don't listen; you would get pretty annoyed and think I wasn't reasonable right? Which is why I like to separate the two. I have always had a thing for sports journalism (see my role on my high school newspaper to know this isn't just some out-of-left-field comment) and I've always had a thing about being a fan, I just like to do my best to keep them separate. See, I wanted UA to win the National Championship and picked them to do so in every single bracket I filled out, but I also talked with others about not feeling like UA was quite good enough to be championship caliber and hoped that they would at least get to the Final Four (didn't happen). With my two aforementioned UNC buddies (note the satire), this conversation would have never been possible. You see, according to them, the last two years UNC has had the best basketball team the world has ever seen. Granted, they did win the National Championship, but this started WAY before that (and to be fair: I gave them the props they deserved on 04 April). Every single loss had a tired excuse, every comment (aka "I'm in jail") was unfairly spun by the media, every clock malfunction (even the one in the Michigan St.-Duke game) was somehow an effort to let Duke win and have UNC lose. Even the second round loss to Texas last year was somehow a good showing by UNC, despite the fact that I was told all year UNC could and would be anyone. You see Chops, I have no problem with people being fans and cheering and hoping your team will do anything you want it to do, but I do have a problem with unreasonable people that think if they yell loud enough or act naive enough then they will be "right." I could go on longer but I don't want this to turn from a weblog to a webnovel (bnovel doesn't have the same ring as blog anyway).
As for your "rational fans cheer for good teams," I hope so much that that was a failed attempt at humor and nothing more.
Also, I'm not "playing both sides of the coin." All year I thought New England was good enough to beat Indy (and predicted it as well), and as a fan of cheering against Peyton, I was firmly on the NE side of things back in January (Want proof? Ask anyone that knows me even a little bit.) Sometimes my objective side lines up with my subjective side, sometimes not: it's all in how the cookie crumbles.
Finally, your comment about cheering for teams versus cheering for individuals is quite possibly the worst statement I've ever heard from anyone regarding anything that is sport (including what I've heard from girls). Have you ever heard of a thing called pride? Not that negative hubris pride but that "I live in America so I'm going to support my country and my troops" sort of pride. You pick an entity and follow it because of pride Blake. This pride can come from anywhere (parents, alma-matter, living in the state, someone you know socialized you, etc.), but the fact remains that it must be there. There is one person I have ever cheered for (MJ), everything else has been T-E-A-M.
(I honestly feel like I'm at a loss for words on how to describe this; it's like having a little kid tell you that he doesn't believe grass is green and trying to prove to him that it is.)
Of course I cheer for teams Blake, because I'm a fan of the whole being bigger than any one piece. Jack Parkman might get traded to the White Sox, but you know that unless Rachel Phelps gets her way the Indians will always be from Cleveland (and Cleveland [NFL] and Charlotte [NBA] proved you can get them back if you care anyway). John Elway might play 16 years and have a great career, but it's awesome to know that the Broncos will go on, even when he doesn't. Cheering for a team unites one with another. Go to any game in person to see what I mean (especially if it's a big one); you'll probably end up high-fiving and/or hugging a complete stranger. Being a fan of the whole also gives a sense of belonging, almost like you are interwoven with the organization, an actual part of the whole (something which cannot be felt by idolizing a mere individual). It makes you feel like you actually are a part of the team, like your being a fan might actually have made some sort of difference. This may sound weak in print but emotions were never meant to be read anyway, there are words for that; emotions are to be felt.
I may want to play like A-Rod, but I don't want to cheer for the M's for a few years, then the Rangers, and now the Yankees (although I do remember you saying you're a Yankees fan, so this all is making at least a little more sense to me now....). Nobody likes someone that jumps ship. People like something they can depend on to be the same now and always. The bad times suck (see my life as a Rockies fan), but the good times are amazing (Click Here to see how it feels when your TEAM finally comes out on top). In fact, I'm moving that link to the top of this post, and with it I shall be done.
--END--
Friday, April 29, 2005
QOTD
"I wonder if guys wore makeup if I'd be a lot more gorgeous." --My roommate Evan (does this come as a surprise to anyone?), thinking aloud to me the other day.
The worst part? He wasn't joking.
At all.
The worst part? He wasn't joking.
At all.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
QOTD (it's baaaaack baaaaaack baaaaack....)
GOCATS5: It's snowing in Boulder
GOCATS5: the Rox game was rained out
GOCATS5: last night it was rained/snowed out
GOCATS5: crazy CO weather
Gohuskers14: haha
Gohuskers14: so whenever we get clouds....they get snow
Gohuskers14: we sip cris...they drink piss
Phoenix weekend weather:
Friday - 75/54 (Sunny)
Saturday - 80/58 (Mostly Sunny)
Sunday - 82/57 (Mostly Sunny)
Boulder weekend weather:
Friday - 38/30 (Snow)
Saturday - 53/34 (Partly Cloudy)
Sunday - 49/37 (Rain/Snow)
It's good to be the king....
GOCATS5: the Rox game was rained out
GOCATS5: last night it was rained/snowed out
GOCATS5: crazy CO weather
Gohuskers14: haha
Gohuskers14: so whenever we get clouds....they get snow
Gohuskers14: we sip cris...they drink piss
Phoenix weekend weather:
Friday - 75/54 (Sunny)
Saturday - 80/58 (Mostly Sunny)
Sunday - 82/57 (Mostly Sunny)
Boulder weekend weather:
Friday - 38/30 (Snow)
Saturday - 53/34 (Partly Cloudy)
Sunday - 49/37 (Rain/Snow)
It's good to be the king....
Long Overdue
The title of this post speaks volumes for me, I don't really know how else to say it, but it's true. I've noticed that not having your own computer really inhibits the availabilty (and motivation) for blogging. Back in the good old days (pre-computer-crashing), I would get a thought, hop on the laptop, and post it right up. Now it actually takes effort, as I have to get up and walk all the way over to the lab my dorm has.
Needless to say, that is why the post frequency has decreased immensely.
Also, this blog is primarily sports-based, and what do I have to write about this time of year? The Nuggets snuck a W out of Game 1 (SA's shooting down the stretch couldn't have had anything to do with it, as evidenced by their 28 point demolition which was close for approximately zero seconds tonight). The best way I can describe it is this: I don't think the Nuggets will win. Now, I am a fan of them and will not stop cheering and hoping and getting excited if it looks like they have a chance, but I still say this team is about one piece away from really putting it all together. Maybe it's a shooter, maybe it's something else, but you just have to think the Nugs are about one player and one full George Karl season away from being an actual threat. Until then, I'll be subject to hoping for a miracle.
Sticking with my NBA theme, I'm kind of feeling conflicted here. I am in no way a Suns fan, and could really care less if they win or lose. But should I root for them because it's interesting being in a city where there is so much hype and hysteria (and because the Suns are fun to watch because they play about 30 seconds total of defense each game and shoot about 45 three's)? The hysteria is a double-edged sword: I like reading and seeing and feeling the pulse of the city, but the problem is that the city isn't Boston or Philly or some actual sports town, it's Phoenix. These are the fans notorious for being fair-weathered. They sold out SIX games last year at AWA: SIX. Now everyone loves the Suns - EVERYONE. I even know people who are cheering for the Suns AND the Heat (how does that even work?). So part of me wants to see the Suns, a "regional" team for me, do well just so some East coast team doesn't win (I have the bias, yes), but another part of me wants to see Phoenix get destroyed Indianapolis Colts style (I don't like seeing teams that break the basic championship-caliber rules ever succeed). That's another thing, it's not just the fans: teams that don't play D should never succeed in the long run. They should be awarded the "Peyton Manning Annual Regular Season Statistical Champs" award, which should consist of front-row tickets to the ACTUAL Super Bowl/Finals, along with obligatory trips to Mexico under the alias of Javier Lopez (Click Here if you don't know what I mean by this).
Here's another topic that encompasses the two most important things in my life (temporally, anyway): Girls and Sports. I was talking with E.Dubb today, and I have a dilemma. Growing up, I always thought it would be so cool to meet a girl that was in love with sports, a girl that knew a lot about it and would love to sit down and watch SportsCenter with me. In my mind, the more she knew, the better. But now I feel like I need to backtrack a little: perhaps about four or five steps actually. See, after actually MEETING a few girls that are crazy-good with sports, and getting to know their personality in ADDITION to the sports thing, I'm not sure if I should be in love or be running away plugging my ears and changing my phone number. I liken it to the age-old debate on whether some guys feel intimidated/uncomfortable when their girlfriend is smarter than them. It's gotten to the point now where it's almost like I want the girl's knowledge of sports to be equal to the education level an oppressive dictator desires from his subjects: enough to understand how to function, but not so much where she wants to rise up and overthrow me. Now, the whole oppressive thing might set off alarms of sexism here, but that's not what I'm getting at in any way. I would love it if she liked sports, enjoyed SportsCenter, and even knew stuff about sports (team cities and names are an absolute MUST, and names and basic facts are cool too). But once it gets to the point where she starts challenging things, telling YOU news from ESPN, almost knowing a little TOO much for her (and my) own good, that's when it gets scary.
See, I have a friend with a girlfriend that is the former one described (knowing enough to where she's cool), and just the other day we were watching TV and she made some awesome comments and just knew what was going on, but she never tries to correct us or make us look/feel stupid about sports. And it's almost refreshing if she ever rolls her eyes or makes a "are you still talking about that?" comment/face. I've known other girls that try to correct or get in way over their heads, even going so far as to challenge me unprovoked. This problem is made 1,000,000 times worse if the girl: a) has no clue what the heck she's talking about, or b) if her stat/opinion is blatantly wrong, being exact by both sexes is a must - mistakes are not taken well by me.
Well I'm not quite sure what prompted what will definitely be perceived as the most sexist post of all-time, but perhaps only the most stereotypical would be in order. I wouldn't mind being friends with and hanging out with the afmorementioned sports girl, but I would be scared/annoyed out of my mind if she were ever my girlfriend. Now, if you think I'm totally wrong and completely off-base, don't freak out on me. Instead, click the little "comments" box and tell me where I have erred and I will consider such advice and re-adjust my stance as necessary.
Now, I feel like this post will suffice for the next day or two, but I'll try to sneak back on when I get the chance/motivation and give some more from the world that is mine.
Needless to say, that is why the post frequency has decreased immensely.
Also, this blog is primarily sports-based, and what do I have to write about this time of year? The Nuggets snuck a W out of Game 1 (SA's shooting down the stretch couldn't have had anything to do with it, as evidenced by their 28 point demolition which was close for approximately zero seconds tonight). The best way I can describe it is this: I don't think the Nuggets will win. Now, I am a fan of them and will not stop cheering and hoping and getting excited if it looks like they have a chance, but I still say this team is about one piece away from really putting it all together. Maybe it's a shooter, maybe it's something else, but you just have to think the Nugs are about one player and one full George Karl season away from being an actual threat. Until then, I'll be subject to hoping for a miracle.
Sticking with my NBA theme, I'm kind of feeling conflicted here. I am in no way a Suns fan, and could really care less if they win or lose. But should I root for them because it's interesting being in a city where there is so much hype and hysteria (and because the Suns are fun to watch because they play about 30 seconds total of defense each game and shoot about 45 three's)? The hysteria is a double-edged sword: I like reading and seeing and feeling the pulse of the city, but the problem is that the city isn't Boston or Philly or some actual sports town, it's Phoenix. These are the fans notorious for being fair-weathered. They sold out SIX games last year at AWA: SIX. Now everyone loves the Suns - EVERYONE. I even know people who are cheering for the Suns AND the Heat (how does that even work?). So part of me wants to see the Suns, a "regional" team for me, do well just so some East coast team doesn't win (I have the bias, yes), but another part of me wants to see Phoenix get destroyed Indianapolis Colts style (I don't like seeing teams that break the basic championship-caliber rules ever succeed). That's another thing, it's not just the fans: teams that don't play D should never succeed in the long run. They should be awarded the "Peyton Manning Annual Regular Season Statistical Champs" award, which should consist of front-row tickets to the ACTUAL Super Bowl/Finals, along with obligatory trips to Mexico under the alias of Javier Lopez (Click Here if you don't know what I mean by this).
Here's another topic that encompasses the two most important things in my life (temporally, anyway): Girls and Sports. I was talking with E.Dubb today, and I have a dilemma. Growing up, I always thought it would be so cool to meet a girl that was in love with sports, a girl that knew a lot about it and would love to sit down and watch SportsCenter with me. In my mind, the more she knew, the better. But now I feel like I need to backtrack a little: perhaps about four or five steps actually. See, after actually MEETING a few girls that are crazy-good with sports, and getting to know their personality in ADDITION to the sports thing, I'm not sure if I should be in love or be running away plugging my ears and changing my phone number. I liken it to the age-old debate on whether some guys feel intimidated/uncomfortable when their girlfriend is smarter than them. It's gotten to the point now where it's almost like I want the girl's knowledge of sports to be equal to the education level an oppressive dictator desires from his subjects: enough to understand how to function, but not so much where she wants to rise up and overthrow me. Now, the whole oppressive thing might set off alarms of sexism here, but that's not what I'm getting at in any way. I would love it if she liked sports, enjoyed SportsCenter, and even knew stuff about sports (team cities and names are an absolute MUST, and names and basic facts are cool too). But once it gets to the point where she starts challenging things, telling YOU news from ESPN, almost knowing a little TOO much for her (and my) own good, that's when it gets scary.
See, I have a friend with a girlfriend that is the former one described (knowing enough to where she's cool), and just the other day we were watching TV and she made some awesome comments and just knew what was going on, but she never tries to correct us or make us look/feel stupid about sports. And it's almost refreshing if she ever rolls her eyes or makes a "are you still talking about that?" comment/face. I've known other girls that try to correct or get in way over their heads, even going so far as to challenge me unprovoked. This problem is made 1,000,000 times worse if the girl: a) has no clue what the heck she's talking about, or b) if her stat/opinion is blatantly wrong, being exact by both sexes is a must - mistakes are not taken well by me.
Well I'm not quite sure what prompted what will definitely be perceived as the most sexist post of all-time, but perhaps only the most stereotypical would be in order. I wouldn't mind being friends with and hanging out with the afmorementioned sports girl, but I would be scared/annoyed out of my mind if she were ever my girlfriend. Now, if you think I'm totally wrong and completely off-base, don't freak out on me. Instead, click the little "comments" box and tell me where I have erred and I will consider such advice and re-adjust my stance as necessary.
Now, I feel like this post will suffice for the next day or two, but I'll try to sneak back on when I get the chance/motivation and give some more from the world that is mine.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I really am still blogging, I swear....
It seems like I really haven't had anything to say on here other than the obligatory QOTD. I wish I had more time to say what's on my mind, (because there really is plenty there) but life is really made more difficult when the hard drive that was replaced last October goes bad on you (so much for it being a "software failure"). I guess the only consolation is that it's under warranty so the money I thought I'd have to spend fixing became a sunk cost on the debacle that was supposed to be the Nuggets-Suns game at AWA last night (a 44-25 first quarter will do that to you).
But "when the Suns win, so do I!!!!" $50 for parking, good seats (1st row on the second level, center court), free large fry from McDonalds (Suns W), two free tacos from Jack In The Box (Suns scored over 99 - I think they're going to have to change it to over 120 next year), "The Gorilla" bobblehead (fan appreciation night), and some idiot guy (who knows absolutely nothing about basketball but has a wife that did actually) who played the role of "that guy" for the night.
All in all, it was a good night. We got to sit outside and "people watch" while waiting for Ticket Master to release their seats back to the Suns box office 30 minutes before game time, try to get hustled by three of the dirtiest people on the face of the planet (or at least anywhere outside of Apache Junction), laugh at the scalpers as they futilely tried to rip people off (that's harder and harder to do these days with your run-of-the-mill sort of sporting events, and guess the ages of the girls that "I'd allow my mom to see me walking with" sort of way, there were plenty of girls that dressed the part of somone you'd see on Van Buren (or Colfax for the Colorado folk); Youngest girl to pass (guestimate here): 15, Oldest: 40 (remember, not someone I was actually into, just someone that was good-looking but had on enough clothes to cover up at more than 1/16 of their body).
Anyway, the game itself was still entertaining and fun (watching the Suns is like watching the Colts, love 'em or hate 'em you'll at least get to see a bunch of numbers get thrown up on the scoreboard. The Nugs lost, but thanks to some trash buckets in the final couple of minutes (and the Suns ninth-thirteenth guys), the final score was 128-114 (could have easily been 180-95 though). All in all, it was a much-needed respite that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Now it's back to the grind for a big econ. test before "I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali."
But "when the Suns win, so do I!!!!" $50 for parking, good seats (1st row on the second level, center court), free large fry from McDonalds (Suns W), two free tacos from Jack In The Box (Suns scored over 99 - I think they're going to have to change it to over 120 next year), "The Gorilla" bobblehead (fan appreciation night), and some idiot guy (who knows absolutely nothing about basketball but has a wife that did actually) who played the role of "that guy" for the night.
All in all, it was a good night. We got to sit outside and "people watch" while waiting for Ticket Master to release their seats back to the Suns box office 30 minutes before game time, try to get hustled by three of the dirtiest people on the face of the planet (or at least anywhere outside of Apache Junction), laugh at the scalpers as they futilely tried to rip people off (that's harder and harder to do these days with your run-of-the-mill sort of sporting events, and guess the ages of the girls that "I'd allow my mom to see me walking with" sort of way, there were plenty of girls that dressed the part of somone you'd see on Van Buren (or Colfax for the Colorado folk); Youngest girl to pass (guestimate here): 15, Oldest: 40 (remember, not someone I was actually into, just someone that was good-looking but had on enough clothes to cover up at more than 1/16 of their body).
Anyway, the game itself was still entertaining and fun (watching the Suns is like watching the Colts, love 'em or hate 'em you'll at least get to see a bunch of numbers get thrown up on the scoreboard. The Nugs lost, but thanks to some trash buckets in the final couple of minutes (and the Suns ninth-thirteenth guys), the final score was 128-114 (could have easily been 180-95 though). All in all, it was a much-needed respite that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Now it's back to the grind for a big econ. test before "I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali."
QOTD
"Have a good night....good luck with the whole life thing." --My friend Jenni , before going to bed Tuesday night.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Awesome....
So another great happening regarding the investment that has been my computer. After paying a nice little chunk of money to fix a hard drive failure last fall, now the operating system (XP) has decided to malfunction and force a full system recovery scan. However, due to documents that cannot be lost and a few other technical things that need to be done in addition to restore (all of which I am clueless on how to do), I will have to take it in to a tech shop and have them do it for me. So I lost a full afternoon yesterday and all the money I'm about to spend fixing this baby. Gotta love it right?
So since I haven't had a laptop to surf through ESPN.com and I was busy yesterday on the phone with tech support, I feel like I've lost a full day in the world of sports. All I know is that the Rockies lost yet again (go figure eh?) and the Nuggets won again (another go figure eh?). In their last 22, Denver is freaking 22-0 against teams not named the Phoenix Suns. Karl is an absolute stud. My question though: why? Why did it take so long? Management wasn't behind Bizz last SUMMER, and I told Brandon (Prince) last summer/fall that we needed a new coach. Then, when Denver was obviously struggling (sinking is more like it), they sat back and tried to see if Melo or K-Mart could right the ship on their own (not happening). Karl is JUST what these guys needed. They are a great group of talent, but were clearly lacking the "crack the whip" type of coach to get them to bust their butts and live up to expectations.
Now do I think they would have had what it takes to overtake Seattle if Karl would have been here from the start? Too hard to tell - Seattle got off to a quick start and didn't really look back for a while (although I would LOVE a first round matchup against Seattle right now), but it sure would have been a fun battle to watch down the stretch. Still, as it stands right now, Denver still has a shot at the six seed and that coveted first round matchup against GK's old team of the Sonics. And, as any Denver fan should know, the Nuggets do okay against Seattle in the playoffs.
So anyway, that's about all I feel qualified to comment on at this time. I don't even want to touch the issue of Jorge Piedra and his steriods -- errrr -- "painkillers." I'm just happy that I'll be gone for the next two years of the Rockies new direction of home-growing their talent. I just hope Heloton's still here when I get back (and maybe ONE other good free agent signing or trade aquisition wouldn't hurt).
I don't know when I'll get the chance to drop another post on here (thanks to the computer issues), but hopefully I'll find some time. Until then, school school school school school school (sucks huh?).
At least it's 84 here today.
And I'm going to California next week.
So since I haven't had a laptop to surf through ESPN.com and I was busy yesterday on the phone with tech support, I feel like I've lost a full day in the world of sports. All I know is that the Rockies lost yet again (go figure eh?) and the Nuggets won again (another go figure eh?). In their last 22, Denver is freaking 22-0 against teams not named the Phoenix Suns. Karl is an absolute stud. My question though: why? Why did it take so long? Management wasn't behind Bizz last SUMMER, and I told Brandon (Prince) last summer/fall that we needed a new coach. Then, when Denver was obviously struggling (sinking is more like it), they sat back and tried to see if Melo or K-Mart could right the ship on their own (not happening). Karl is JUST what these guys needed. They are a great group of talent, but were clearly lacking the "crack the whip" type of coach to get them to bust their butts and live up to expectations.
Now do I think they would have had what it takes to overtake Seattle if Karl would have been here from the start? Too hard to tell - Seattle got off to a quick start and didn't really look back for a while (although I would LOVE a first round matchup against Seattle right now), but it sure would have been a fun battle to watch down the stretch. Still, as it stands right now, Denver still has a shot at the six seed and that coveted first round matchup against GK's old team of the Sonics. And, as any Denver fan should know, the Nuggets do okay against Seattle in the playoffs.
So anyway, that's about all I feel qualified to comment on at this time. I don't even want to touch the issue of Jorge Piedra and his steriods -- errrr -- "painkillers." I'm just happy that I'll be gone for the next two years of the Rockies new direction of home-growing their talent. I just hope Heloton's still here when I get back (and maybe ONE other good free agent signing or trade aquisition wouldn't hurt).
I don't know when I'll get the chance to drop another post on here (thanks to the computer issues), but hopefully I'll find some time. Until then, school school school school school school (sucks huh?).
At least it's 84 here today.
And I'm going to California next week.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
QOTD
"No, I don't like her (that way) - I treat all attractive girls like that!" --My roommate (who else) Evan, on why he was so nice to a good-looking girl from our Ward.
Contradiction?
Since I may have a new influx of readers meandering on over to see if dantheheel knew what he was doing when he linked my blog from his I thought I might take this opportunity to clear up what might be seen as a huge contradiction.
One reading this will quickly pick up on two themes: 1) I love Arizona basketball, 2) I hate Duke basketball.
While I am sure the latter will resonate well with about 95% of my readers (sorry E.Dubb, Daner, and Grant), it's the former that may be perplexing and hard to register for some. For as one looks at my location, it is quickly noted that I reside in Tempe, AZ and not Tucson, AZ. I am a huge sports fan and know that such is similar to going to Nebraska and cheering for CU when they come to town, but I can explain (really I can).
You see, UA has been my team from the start. My late grandmother used to live in Phoenix, and we always used to come visit her down here when I was little. For some reason I thought the STATE school had to be in the smaller city, so I thought UA was in Phoenix. Thus, I equated going on vacation to Phoenix with UA, and coupled that with watching UA on TV. I was sold, and by the time I was in third or fourth grade and figured out ASU was the local school, it was too late: I was a Wildcat fan.
Now, I hadn't even planned on going to school in Arizona, so I thought I'd be alright. But when things changed course, ASU came calling with a scholarship. So that and the fact that I wasn't going pre-med, UA was pretty much ruled out. And I really feel like a stiff because I never even liked UA in anything other than bball (that's all I ever saw on TV), so I cheered for ASU this year in everything else (and in bball when they weren't playing UA). Luckily this whole problem will be resolved soon enough: I'm heading out on a two-year Church mission and will be transferring from ASU when I return, so I'll be able to unabashedly cheer for the Cats again.
So now that I have that off my chest, I'll move on to my two Colorado-sports motivated tidbits of today:
1) Don't drink from DU Goalie Peter Mannino's water bottle (See SportsCenter for reasoning)!
2) Nuggets: 21-2 in their last 23, 28-6 (15-1) Overall under Karl. Everyone better steer clear of Denver in the playoffs!
And finally: Max-X is a really funny show. Nothing funnier than people doing crazy/stupid things and a sarcastic/snide announcer to narrate. Gotta love it!
One reading this will quickly pick up on two themes: 1) I love Arizona basketball, 2) I hate Duke basketball.
While I am sure the latter will resonate well with about 95% of my readers (sorry E.Dubb, Daner, and Grant), it's the former that may be perplexing and hard to register for some. For as one looks at my location, it is quickly noted that I reside in Tempe, AZ and not Tucson, AZ. I am a huge sports fan and know that such is similar to going to Nebraska and cheering for CU when they come to town, but I can explain (really I can).
You see, UA has been my team from the start. My late grandmother used to live in Phoenix, and we always used to come visit her down here when I was little. For some reason I thought the STATE school had to be in the smaller city, so I thought UA was in Phoenix. Thus, I equated going on vacation to Phoenix with UA, and coupled that with watching UA on TV. I was sold, and by the time I was in third or fourth grade and figured out ASU was the local school, it was too late: I was a Wildcat fan.
Now, I hadn't even planned on going to school in Arizona, so I thought I'd be alright. But when things changed course, ASU came calling with a scholarship. So that and the fact that I wasn't going pre-med, UA was pretty much ruled out. And I really feel like a stiff because I never even liked UA in anything other than bball (that's all I ever saw on TV), so I cheered for ASU this year in everything else (and in bball when they weren't playing UA). Luckily this whole problem will be resolved soon enough: I'm heading out on a two-year Church mission and will be transferring from ASU when I return, so I'll be able to unabashedly cheer for the Cats again.
So now that I have that off my chest, I'll move on to my two Colorado-sports motivated tidbits of today:
1) Don't drink from DU Goalie Peter Mannino's water bottle (See SportsCenter for reasoning)!
2) Nuggets: 21-2 in their last 23, 28-6 (15-1) Overall under Karl. Everyone better steer clear of Denver in the playoffs!
And finally: Max-X is a really funny show. Nothing funnier than people doing crazy/stupid things and a sarcastic/snide announcer to narrate. Gotta love it!
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