Saturday, May 27, 2006

In your face

I was at checking out the NBA free agency market this summer. A lot of good names out there, you should check it out.

Anyways, they had this picture of Bonzi Wells dunking. Look at his left hand - It's slapping that Spurs player in his face! That's so wicked.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Isn't that an Italian last name?

Was I the only one that ever wondered why Argentinian basketball players have Italian last names? This shit fucked me up for the longest time. Ginobili? Nocioni? Those aren't Spanish. Not Portuguese either. They're Italian!

It's all over the web. Italian immigrants to Argentina numbered more than two million between 1876 and 1925. Now you can't tell me that my blog ain't edu-ma-fi-cational.

Check out this picture I stole from a website using Google Image. They tried to prevent me from taking it by disabling right click. That's the lamest thing I've ever seen. Click and drag to the desktop, son, I gotcha! It says copyright on it, I hope the artist doesn't sue my ass!

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I won $24!

I went to Casino Niagara over the weekend and played poker there for the first time. I sat at the lavish $1-$2 no-limit table, and bought in for $100. My hands were shaking. After a few hands, I got comfortable. In the first hour, I was up somewhere close to $80.

In the second hour, I got tired. Impatient. Started making poor decisions. I cut myself off and cashed in around 12:30AM. +$24 ... wicked, I won! Too bad my wife lost $120.

Thank you, David Sklansky. Phil Gordon. Doyle Brunson. All of your readings have finally paid off!

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Get the eff out my way!

So I'm walking down the street with my coworkers, looking for some grub. All of a sudden, we hear a bell ring, kind of like the ones you would put on a bike. ring ring. WTF? We turn around, and it is a man on a powered wheelchair. The bell was meant to communicate something: Get the FUCK out my way. As we made room and watched him power his way in front of us, I couldn't help but think how wicked that bell was. This dude found a socially acceptable way of being downright rude and selfish!

I need one of those bells. I'll ring it while walking on the sidewalk, and when people turn around, I'll look them in the eyes like "you know what to do. Move it."

Saturday, May 06, 2006

mi:iii review

The 3 or 4 of you that read my blog know that I love Lost. When creator and executive producer JJ Abrams decided to leave the show and work on Mission Impossible 3, I knew that this wasn't going to be a totally brainless action flick. Half-brainless, mind you, but I'm a sucker for over-the-top action anyways. No, he was going to bring something a bit deeper to the table. Suffice it to say, I was not disappointed.

Reasons to watch Mission Impossible 3:
  • Hollywood Action: C'mon Jon, why you hating on this? He takes out three people in an elevator, while being tied down, with a knife! Can your Japanime do that?
  • Hot Chicks: Maggie Q is flippin hot. She kept the detonator to the explosives 3/4 of the way up her dress. Pull that skirt up higher, gatdamn! Keri Russel was also hot -- any chick who knows how to catch a handgun, point, and shoot all in one motion gets hotness props.
  • Lost Piano: To set the mood for the dramatic scenes, JJ Abrams brought in whoever the guy is that plays the piano during the dramatic scenes in Lost. Funny!
  • JJ Abrams: You don't leave Lost and direct something shitty. Think about it!
  • Laurence Fishburne: "Don't interrupt me while I'm asking rhetoric questions."
  • That fucking Irish Guy: I couldn't figure out where I've seen this guy from. I asked everyone and they shrugged their shoulders. C'mon, guys, think harder! I finally used IMDB to help me - Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Bend it Like Beckham. Fuck!
  • Cheesy One-liners: We need to bring back the days of 80's Arnold Schwarzenneger action movies. Tom Cruise's friend asks him, "How many rounds do you have left?" He replies, "Enough." He turns and fires one shot to kill his target, and says, "Now I'm out." Sick, son! [snaps fingers]
Watch Mission Impossible 3 ... Do it Now!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Do the Math

I needed to renew my passport, so I printed out an application from the government website. There is a section which asks you for the names of two people who are not family, and who can confirm your identity. Why? I guess so they can make sure you're not Al Qaeda, or so that you're not part of some immigrant smuggling scheme. Unless you count that immunization mark on my wife's arm, I am not a party to either.

So I chose Shaun and Chin to confirm my identity. Chris mumbles too much over the phone, Jon probably wouldn't know his own address, and AI is about as easy to reach as the plug behind the oven. Picking those other two was basically a no-brainer.

Anyways, there was an interesting field on the form: "How long have you known this person?" Shaun and I did the math over the phone: I've known him for 15 years. Fifteen years! That's fucking crazy! That would mean that I've known Anth for 17 years! WTF?

I've never been anything for 15 years. High school was 4. University was 3. Even my first career poisition lasted 6 years. But my closest circle of friends ... 15 years? That's fucking crazy!

Growing old sucks hard.