Sunday, November 04, 2007

Strip Mining

One of the chicks I was dating (the chick in question being "Myspace Girl") broke up with me via e-mail. Regardless of the validity of her reasons (apparently not everyone likes The Shocker), when did it become ok to do that via e-mail? I remember one of those "funny" e-mails that was going around some time ago, a form break-up e-mail with a bunch of check boxes, but that was always a joke. Henceforth, she shall be known as "E-mail Dumper"...

Not that my patented break up methods are much better - I call them "Be An A-Hole Until They Break Up With You" and "Just Don't Call Them Anymore"...

One of life's simple pleasures is a weekend plane trip that straddles the beginning of a new month, because you get different in-flight magazines, and therefore different crossword puzzles, for the flight there and the flight home...

Sean Marks has been in the NBA for seven of the past nine years despite a lack of any discernable basketball skill. Including this year his career earnings will be about $5 million. I guess when you're talking about the end of an NBA bench, you're looking for someone who will practice hard and who people like. I remember Marks as being a pretty affable guy at Cal, and he somehow had the ability to play in a basketball game at Harmon, and then to get to Henry's before you did, even if you walked directly there from the arena...

Other Cal players of little note, and their career NBA earnings: Geno Carlisle ($66K), Sean Lampley ($1 million), Ed Gray ($2.5 million), Jamal Sampson ($3.1 million), Francisco Elson ($4.7 million), Michael "Yogi" Stewart ($25.2(!) million)...

An NBA "All-White" team would probably look something like this:

PG Steve Nash
SG Manu Ginoboli
SF Mike Miller
PF Dirk Nowitski
C Pau Gasol

There is only one American-born player on that list. I used to have an "All-Ugly" team in mind, but I haven't been following the Association for the past 10 years or so, so I don't really know who plays anymore. Dirk might still make that list though...

Among the many things in this world that piss me off, the "band pretending to be done with their show when they are obviously going to come back out and play the two hit songs they didn't play during the show, but they want to go backstage and listen to the crowd cheer for awhile and feed their egos" is moving toward the top of the list. I know you're going to play Sweet Caroline, and you know you're going to play Sweet Caroline, so just play it jackasses. On a related note, Def Leppard used to give their one-armed drummer incredibly long drum solos in the middle of the show. I thought it was just to be cool and showcase the drummer's talent, but later learned that the other band members would go backstage during these solos for coke and BJs...

One of the few disadvantages of living in SD is the fact that you are constantly carpet-bombed by advertisements for mortgage companies and refinancing. So, if rates were at historical lows two years ago, tell me again why it makes sense for me to refinance now? Apparently the secret is "lying." This was kind of explored in the book Freakonomics, where a seller's real estate agent was telling the buyer what a great deal he was getting because the market was about to take off. The agent then asked the buyer if he needed an agent to sell his current home. The buyer told the agent that he intended to sell that home by himself, and the agent told him he really needed the assistance of a broker because the market is in the tank...

So, with the E-mail Dumper over with, and with Two on the express train to Friendsville, it looks like I will be starting over. Where is there to turn? Go back online? Mixed feelings about that one. A friend of mine is currently banging a stripper, and she apparently has a stripper friend that my friend wants me to, well, bang. I've never banged a stripper, but it doesn't seem to be all that uncommon in SD. I mean, its not like you're dating them, is it? I'm told she isn't terribly bright, this potential bangee, so I don't imagine I'll end up going through with it. If I don't enjoy talking to them, I don't usually put any effort into banging them. Which is why SD is the wrong town for me, long-term...

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween, you jackals. Here's me in my costume. I'll give you three guesses as to who or what I'm supposed to be:

a) a homeless guy
b) a metrosexual homeless guy
c) an Australian tourist
d) coach Bill Belichick of the NFL's New England Patriots

(Bonus points if you understand the convoluted reference in choice "c")

The answer, of course, is "d" but it would be understandable if you guessed "b" (most SD girls did). The sweatshirt isn't the exact one Belichick wears, and he sometimes wears khakis instead of track pants, but I think you get the point. I tried to do the Belichick hair part but after a full day of fauxhawing my loaf was pretty uncooperative. Belichick never wears sunglasses, but these have a working digital "spy camera" attached to the side, so I thought it appropriate. Plus I had the added bonus of being able to wear sunglasses at night and indoors, and who doesn't love that? Overall, the costume was fun to have on, but violated the First Rule of Halloween Costumes: give chicks a reason to talk to you (or alternatively, wear something with some sex appeal).

I'm holding a toy camcorder in the photo that is actually a Transformers toy. The camera "transforms" into a handgun of some sort. The gun actually looks more like a camera than the camera does. But WTF is up with Transformers that don't turn into a robot at some point? Wasn't that the whole point of the Transformers? These are robots from outer space that take on the shapes of earth objects to disguise themselves. But aren't they all robots, and not just objects that change into other objects? So I feel kind of like an A-hole for contributing real American dollars to this cheapening of the Transformer brand.

All in all, this getup is quite comfortable, and I've taken to wearing it around the house like pajamas. Maybe that's why Bill wears it in the first place.