Love to all. Even you, the late-for-being-late-for-being-late.
Archive for the “Random” CategoryI got an email from some random dude at a mortgage company today. I don’t know the guy at all. I think maybe I was on his marketing list from a Lending Tree application I did a long time ago. The email had a picture Tom Brady sitting dejectedly on the ground, with a couple of Giants around him. The guy wrote:
So, as the happy, celebratory Giants Fan that I am, I just want to say: William, The Patriots had an outstanding year. Tom Brady played at a level that has rarely, if ever, been seen before. They were 18-0 going into the Super Bowl, and that’s really amazing, and worthy of serious, kick-ass praise. The Giants played a fantastic game. That’s why they won. For true fans, victory is about celebrating effort, both winning and losing. It is certainly NOT reveling the failure of those who fought valiantly and lost. And dude, we’re all a little jealous that he dates Gisele. But you don’t have to be pathetic about it. Sportsmanship matters. Thanks for reminding me of that by sending me this unsolicited example of what I try not to teach the teams that I coach. Love to all. Even you, William Murphy of Superior Mortgage. I don’t normally post movie reviews, but Cloverfield had a unique effect on me.. In summary: Cloverfield is the first movie I’ve ever seen that I wish I hadn’t. It’s not that it was a bad movie… it wasn’t. It was well directed, the acting was neutral-positive, and the special effects were as to be expected in the age of CG. Furthermore, in the one area the “plot” could have taken a really cheap out, they didn’t. In the end, though, Cloverfield wasn’t a movie. There was little-to-no story, little-to-no character development (that which you learn about the characters in the first 10 minutes stays consistent throughout), no real storyline to follow. The ending of the movie was pretty much given away in the first 10 seconds. The images of destruction in New York were personally unwelcome, but not a causal factor in my dismissal of this film. Having seen first-hand the collapse of one of the Twin Towers, I didn’t really need to see the Woolworth Building collapse, too. They made a very realistic plume of street-filling dust that was just like the WTC collapse, and I’m sure the CG folks must have used the 9/11 destruction to model their own. The movie had zero emotional pull. No rah rah, no rooting, no HOLY CRAP, nothing. Even after a crappy movie, I feel kind of mad about seeing it. Or after an action movie, I feel thirty seconds of ROCK ON before forgetting the movie existed. Cloverfield left me with nothing whatsoever. Not even the nausea that supposedly could be induced by the Blair Witch Project style of filming. I guess all I can say is that Cloverfield is vaguely insulting… like someone you don’t really care about saying shit about you behind your back, and you don’t find out until years later. You’re like “Well, that’s silly. Why am I using my memory to hold this data?” Love to all. Even you, JJ.
Love to all. Even you, eavesdropper. The tough play Guitar Hero. I bought this for my son a few months ago… he thought I’d like it. Oh, I do. And, um, sorry about the boxers, there. Ahem.
Love to all. Even you, whoever removed the FX from iMovie ‘08. I’m having a whirlwindy, no-time-to-write week, so I think it’s about time I did one of these memes that I get tagged with from time to time. Like some other folks out there, I don’t tag other people, so I apologize profusely to NFH for not carrying forth the chain. I just feel all weird about tagging others, even though I don’t mind at all when folks tag me. The deal is pretty straightforward: write a blog entry about eight random facts/habits about of mine. So here we go:
Whoops! I did 10! So there you are. Love to all. Even you, the in-law upstairs. Yes, updating every 10 seconds until I’m done cleaning the basement and folding laundry, it’s the Championable.com basement cleaning/laundry cam! Why, you ask? Dudes, I have NO idea. If I’m not here and the cam is still updating, I’m either putting stuff away upstairs, or taking a dinner break. I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL THE LAUNDRY IS DONE!
Love to all. Even you, the kids who said (not to me) “You’re the biggest idiot ever.” Someone seems to be trying to freak me out by adding comments to my blog asking me about situations at work. That’s kind of sad and misdirected. It’s like we’re in “secret notes from High School” land. Bleah. Whoever you are, asking me questions this way isn’t really a sign of genuine interest in the question (regardless of whether it’s appropriate for me to answer), so please stop. Love to all. Even you, 24.90.147.33 . Yup. It appears a tornado cut through Chappaqua about a 1/2 mile from my house. I just walked in the door, because I was stuck in the rain, on my bike, trying to figure out how to get home. All routes were blocked by fallen trees and live wires. I watched a dad lie to a cop about where he lived, and then take his son under a fallen tree, with attendant downed power lines. If Con Ed had decided to test the power, they would have been toast. The cop went ballistic. Appropriately ballistic. The Policeman, who was actually quite awesome, told me that I couldn’t go home any of the ways that, well, included roads, but I was welcome to try a side road and carry my bike a half-mile through the woods if I wanted. He did warn me that he hadn’t been able to check this side road yet, because he was trying to stop people from incinerating themselves on the downed wires. Now, I’d been in the rain for a half and hour at this point, so I said: sure. Bad idea. The tornado (The local paper is reporting online that they are investigating a touchdown in my town… the cop said that it was… but I guess we’ll wait for the official word) had crossed this road, and trees were just SMASHED. And as I was biking through, I looked down and there was a fucking powerline… the END of one… four feet from me, on the ground. If that sucker was live, I’d be toast right now. I was soaked, along with the ground around me. Because I’m exhausted, I’ll just say that eventually, Maggie drove a route that took her about 6 miles outside of what should have been a 1/2 mile trip, picked me up next to the highway, and brought me home. Cable’s out… I’m on my wireless card right now… but we’re all safe and sound. Crazy night. I was all prepared to write about a situation at work, but this kind of trumped it. Love to all. Even you, the idiot guy who said “I live in the house just to the right of your patrol car.” |
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