Kick knack
For your reference…
Who the hell is Bill Simmons - He is the sports guy, he writes for Espn.com’s page 2. Check out his articles at Sportsguy.net. This should be mandatory reading for all guys between 20-35.
I like your chicken wing dip - Thanks, but it’s not mine, I got the recipe from my Aunt, to make it:
- Boil two chicken breasts
- Shred the chicken and mix with Frank’s Hot Sauce and Blue Cheese
- Spread a quarter inch of cream cheese on the bottom of a baking pan.
- Pour the chicken mix onto the cream cheese
- Cover with shredded chedder cheese and toss in the oven at 350 until the cheese boils
- Try not to have a heart attack
Burn Hillary’s Village in order to save it.
Warning, political blog ahead!
So at the beginning of this week I was in a very cynical mood on politics (facing the poll numbers of Bush being up, and everyone hoping Kerry will out-debate Bush (Bush has never lost a debate by the way). Then I sort of had an epiphany, let Bush win the election.
A few weeks ago I read a tounge in cheek blog about Republicans wanting Kerry to win, because ‘it’s getting too late to keep blaming Clinton’. George made a mess, let him deal with the first four years of the repurcussions. Let him answer to the economy that doesn’t recover (hey, I got a job, I can gut it out). Maybe this will slap some fucking sense into everyone that makes under $100k a year who thinks Republicans do anything more than pay lip service to their needs.
Luckily, before I went and changed my vote, I went to Air America Radio and downloaded some of my fav speeches from the Dem’s National Convention (Dean, Obama, and Sharpton (yes Sharpton)). Very emotional, uplifting, and energising. Dean talking about college students and elderly donating what little money they could because they believed in it. Obama’s lines about being your brother’s keeper struck a personal note, and sharpton speaking of trying to inspire youth with his run for presidency came of very sincere and passionate, and summed up in 5 seconds why he ran his campaign. Great listening, go find them and listen to them if you’re feeling in the dumps about why you’re a liberal/democrat.
And thanks to Dan E for This link
Now remember girls, when you have a conflict…
You just kick them in the box and shove them!
In the words of the immortal Bill Simmons…
Gregg Williams left right? I mean, someone saw him leave, anyone?
Alright, time to get the heard medication out, try to avoid an embolism.
I’m back, bitch!
Sorry ’bout the delay folks. Read my blackout entries below.
59 second review: Garden State
If you’ve ever seen my music collection, you’d know I almost exclusively listen to solo acoustic guitar artists. I find it is music at its most stripped down and honest state. You write the song, you play it, and the audience directly receives your every emotion and feeling. You don’t hide the song behind a generic keyboard, backup singers, lights. It’s songwriting and emotion at it’s rawest level.
This movie follows that same path. Zach Braff (the leading man on Scrubs, one of my favorite shows), pretty much did everything but sweep the floors making this movie. It’s a very personal film for him, and I think the rawness and rough edges of his film making add to the personal effect. The movie is at its best when the characters are just interacting. Watching him reconnect with high school buddies was dead on; everyone has that one kid we used to know that is just pissing his life away, always dreaming big but never actually putting the bong down long enough to do anything. In the movie they make this character the lovable loser, too bad life can’t be like that.
And the other thing this movie really nails is how love helps people find each other and grow. It’s exactly like what I wrote last entry about people finding love. Braff and Portman play off each other beautifully, just two imperfect people that find each other and connect. It felt very real to watch the relationship develop, my favorite part of the movie by far.
So yeah, go see this movie. I’m off to do my seven minute ab workout.
Will work for Internet
(note: this was written in late August, which was my information blackout week in the new apartment).
So what the hells been going on? Well, my sites been down for a month for reasons beyond my control, I moved to a new swank apartment, and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what I’m going to do with myself. Oh yeah, and I had a Sports Century and Beyond: Don Jay moment last week at the bars.
(cue the music…)
So there I am with Brad last, friday, exhausted and in need of a beer after spending all evening packing the LST into Dell boxes. We decide that some beer and darts are in order, so we clean ourselves up (barely) and head out to Oxfords. Grab the beer, throw some darts. This is when two girls decide to ask to play against us. We naturally agree and start playing. After beating them the first two games, we decide to switch teams. My new partner nails a triple 15, then turns and says she wants to go back to old teams. Her partner nails 6 marks her next round. After another triple by the ladies, me and brad are getting our asses handed to us. And that’s when the comeback started. Triple, triple, triple, we would eventually come back and win, just barely. The girls were less then happy and disappeared soon after. Good to know that I’m more interested in winning at darts then trying to pick up girls, on this night anyway.
