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4Jul/120

Oh America

Here I sit in the nation of my birth. There's lots of depressing things I could say about that particular status but I'll try to be upbeat instead. I've got a good, cushy life. I'm about halfway through it. I have a grown child and a wife and two cats. I work from home. The Kings won the Stanley Cup. I'm not gonna argue with good fortune, though I have a feeling there's some comet with my name on it, the longer I go without being smeared across the landscape. Call it a natural fatalism.

Seriously, how did the Kings pull that shit off? I was just waiting, waiting for that big, stinking, evil shoe to drop, like it has for the 20+ years I've been rooting for this team (leaving aside the insanity of rooting for a professional sports team, of course. DO NOT LOOK TOO CLOSELY AT IT). They came into the league in '67, came within three wins of it with the greatest player ever to lace up skates in '93, and then just ramburglared the entire NHL this year. They walked through teams. It was embarrassing. Afterwards it was almost awkward to think how nervous I'd been that they'd lose, somehow. It wasn't even close. It was LeBron James scrimmaging with two year olds. I just hope they can do it again next season.

Anyway, that's that.

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27Jan/120

Omari and Reddit

So Omari is the caretaker of an orphanage in Kenya. Pretty dire situation. At one point some local thugs, for unknown reasons, decide to raid the orphanage. Omari, asleep, manages to fight them off. They come back. Eventually, he's hit in the face with a machete, and ends up in the hospital. When he gets back, after a hard stay, he looks like this:

Yes, that's a huge machete wound. Notice the smile though? Omari has bigger balls than anyone I've ever heard of. So a local American volunteer hears about this. He's posted about the orphanage before. He puts a link up to this pic on reddit.com, and asks if he community can come up with $2K to build a new fence around the orphanage. Reddit gets over two billion unique hits a month. Within 8 hours or so, they're over 48 thousand dollars.

That's right.

The user ("TheLake") stayed up all night updating the thread as the money poured in. They beat two grand in about an hour. So TheLake posts this pic the next morning (now, here):

On behalf of anyone who reads this site, I want to say Thank YOU, Omari, and TheLake. You give me hope for humanity.

The money's still coming in! Their webhost kicked in TEN GRAND.

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11Nov/110

Veteran’s Day

I have a deep appreciation for veterans as a class. I know that sonds bloodless but the feeling behind it isn't. On an individual basis, they are just the same as any other group, some are assholes, vain, stupid, entitled, some are brilliant, honest, courageous, amazing, most are just doing their jobs. But as a group I stand in awe. The word veteran brings me to the verge of losing it, generally. I don't believe we do enough to support them.

But (not a dismissive but, a additive but) there's another class of vets, vets who need vets.

Service dogs who went unquestioning to help their people. No larger purpose, no hesitation. The dog is the definition of love and loyalty for a reason. They made a pact with mankind millenia ago, and have held up their end of the bargain spectacularly.

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10Nov/110

poot

Two posts in one day? What the fuck!

Primus
"The Toys Go Winding Down"
Frizzle Fry

An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today
The first time in his life he's made that step
Benumbed by the society and plagued by insecurity
He's entered in a race that must be won
One of the animals has left its cage today
In search of better things so it seems to be
But in this land of polyurethane
Things are apt to get a bit hot
As the toys go winding down
C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching Evil Dead
Talking about the way it used to be
We used to pull the stripers out of San Pablo Bay
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal
And the stripers start to fade away
It's pudding time!
It's pudding time!
As the toys go winding down.

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10Nov/110

Stupid commercials: Buffalo Wild Wings

I watch commercials pretty closely. I work in advertising, and although I don't get to make many TV commercials (and I'm so low on the totem pole that anything I contribute seems to get destroyed) I still try to pay attention to what's being down, and how, and break them down in my head.

There's many ways for a commercial to get fucked up. From obstinate clients who insist on making it "feel" a certain way (GoDaddy's spots strike me that way...painfully horrible, while technically well-made) to just badly conceived, written and executed.

Buffalo Wild Wings' "Overtime" spot falls into the badly conceived and written category. It's filmed, edited, and produced just fine, and the concept is bearable, but executed so fucking poorly that it makes one wonder if there was a head injury to a key writer, and everyone else just signed off on the shit show.

The basic concept is that people are having so much fun at Buffalo Wild Wings that they want the game they're watching to keep going. Thus, they think the only thing that could make the game better is overtime. To whit:

This spot seriously makes me think that the people who wrote it have not only never seen a football game, but are actually the propaganda arm of an alien invasion fleet trying to get people to eat at Buffalo Wild Wings because they've spiked it with dick-exploding viruses. I can't picture any NFL fan who would wish for overtime as a pure statement of enjoying the game. If overtime is their team's only chance of winning, yes, they'll root for it. If overtime means they score big on a bet, OK. But unless they've got a fucking IED rammed up their ass that's going to blow the second the final horn goes off, no fan, ever, has said "Golly! Overtime would be super!" These fuckers are all in their god damn jerseys, so they're clearly rooting. The proper reaction for the fan who hears this "the only thing better" comment would be to punch this cock in the face and apologize to the people around him for not punching him harder.

That shit just went awry.

Bonus: These spots are so much worse than the previous Old Spice ads that I am driven to drink.

I'd drink anyway, but because of Old Spice's failure, I'm drinking really sadly.

20Sep/110

Oh Epiduo you so silly

I'm listening to this Epiduo commercial, and they say "It seems like everything in your life is going great, and then your face says otherwise", and I laugh. Then I anger at every other thing in the commercial.

I'm trying to get people to set up a Scrabble club in Escondido. I need to vanquish people face to face. This online Scrabble is irritating me, I can't actually see people's hearts breaking.

16Aug/110

poot

The Pogues
Dirty Old Town
Rum, Sodomy and the Lash

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

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16Aug/110

So what is there to write about? I've been ignoring my old blog, as do most people, as far as I can see, who write blogs. Posts are second to non-posts in the frequency department. Blogs have been passed up pretty handily by tweets, Facebook status updates, and Tumblr inanity. None of those offers the same kind of long-form approach to a thought that a plain old blog post does, however. And that arguably led to the aforementioned tweetstatustumblr-apalooza we live in now...people wanted to capture the appeal of popular blogs but lacked the chops to put down either quality posts or frequent-enough interesting updates.

So here I am damning myself. I actually have spent the last few days wondering what I could put here. Babyfight has been by blog for going on twelve years now, but I mainly post bullshit on facebook and auto-tweet things from my other blogs. They're so narrowly focused that the thing they're about tends to be the main item written about. MMA and cooking are two things I'm working on now, although cooking is falling by the wayside since I'm ordering out all the time.

I spent some time trying to figure out stories from childhood to relate, as I have a stable of go-to tales I bust out in social situations, the wallaby attack, the big wheel ride across carlsbad, the various drug-related stories (it depends on how well I know the people I'm talking to). But none of them made sense to me. I'm kind of in a weird mental loop right now, determined to do something, anything, new, but concerned about losing what I have. What's the solution? It always seems I should be in the middle of something magnificent, but I assume I'm not, and yet later, when I look back, I was actually doing something that I wish I'd paid more attention to.

So there it is, me staring intently at my own taint as I tumble through space. I'm wondering what the moment will be like, probably right before my death, where I suddenly realize "Shit! I should have done everything!"

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28Jul/110

Sitting here listening

I've got a night alone, with Desi off doing her thing somewhere, applying the makeups to the faces. I haven't turned on the TV or the lights, for that matter. I've glared at myself in the mirror a few times, daring myself to do something cool with this odd block of ill-defined time that's laid itself over me like a vague tarp.

My answer to that dare has been to sit and listen to things, and look at things as well, words, written by people. I've been on a crazy tear of reading lately, and I think it's put something of a crimp on my finances, despite the ephemeral nature of electronic books. The cost is real enough. I suppose I could download most of them for free. But I don't like to.

The George Martin stuff came along first and reignited my interest in fiction, as I'd only been sporadically reading non-fiction to that point (specific point: a couple hours after I watched the first episode of Game Of Thrones (Specific non-fiction, A History of Vikings, by someone whose book is still sitting in my trunk, 1/3 read(I like mulitple parantheses))). I read A Game of Thrones in about three days, then the next three books at the same pace. After finishing that I knew I had a bit to wait (nothing like early followers of the series, who'd been waiting six years for A Dance With Dragons to come out, me, only a few weeks), so I dug into the old internets to see what was out there, having been out of the sci-fi/fantasy world for as long as I had.

First up was The Passage, by Justin Cronin, which was a fun read that flattened out a bit at the end, but I'd still recommend and await the sequel of happily. A nice blend of Apocalypse and hope.

After that I took a stab at someone I'd never heard of before (but the rest of the sci-fi/fantasy world certainly had), China Miéville. Oddly enough I read pretty much every damn thing he'd published. Pick one. Start out there, finish them all. Miéville is really that good. It is no use listing his best books. They are all outstanding.

When I ran out of Miéville and Martin, with a dash of Cronin, I did a bit of research and came across a fellow named Scott Lynch, who despite being less well-known (but still his work was Hollywood-optioned), seemed appealing. What a lucky strike! The Lies of Locke Lamora was as refreshing a fantasy read as I've had in my entire life. I followed that with a bit less-awestriking Red Seas Under Red Skies, but still it was good enough to make me write the author in hopes of getting some more. While the awe struck may have been less, the initial ringing was still in my ears, and it was good.

The Half-Made World, but Felix Gilman, was next, and it was good. It has a very engaging Western style to it, in a vexing unnatural world full of weird demons and mole-men.

Terry Pratchett came along after that with a sweet, sweet, mist of Discworld in Unseen Academicals. I will take every opportunity to bask on the back of A'Tuin the world turtle and he knows it. Wonderful, amazing, Pratchett.

After that I was a bit asea, so did my familiar backstroke across the internets. At some point I caught the title The Loving Dead, by Amelia Beamer (the link lets you read the first four chapters for nothin'), and while a little lighter weight than some of the other stuff I'd been rapaciously consuming, it was quite a fun read, with a shitload of laughs and shouts. I exchanged emails with the author, who was quite happy to receive random praise in the middle of the night (or early morning).

Having binged mightily on a few dozen books at this point, I cast my gaze backwards, and picked up a book I'd gone over as a teenager and barely understood, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. While the tech was outdated you can't outdate a good story, and Stephenson can tell a good story. That was followed by Cryptonomicon , by Stephenson again, and another good story with outsized ambition, which, if what I read of the Baroque Cycle is true, the author carries around in a huge-ass wheelbarrow and flings all over the place.

Right now I'm reading Old Man's War, by John Scalzi, who I hadn't heard of (despite numerous Hugo nominations) til I read a blog post at his place Whatever, about, of all things, George Martin. What a fucking read. I've been lucky over the last few months in that I'm basically reading the already-published work of the best sci-fi authors out there. If you have an opening, however, read The Lies of Locke Lamora, you won't be sorry.

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20May/110

Cats in a Bowl

Dinosaur Jr
Cats In A Bowl
Dinosaur

Scrape along the sidewalk
Looking for a face
Had to get out of my room for a bit
Tension is in town and I'm ready to quit

Can't fall out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl
And I can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl

See the same old hares
Running to the same old holes
Price of liquorice has doubled
Teetering, would it finally fall

Can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl
And I can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl

Ever changing scenery
Drifting this town
Even if I leave
Someone just like me
Popped out of the ground

Loose thoughts go, he slits his hand
They'll be a problem well, ride it
Gathering, giggling, staggering
Hoping, it has been left from last night

Scrape along the sidewalk
Looking for a face
Had to get out of my room for a bit
Tension is in town and I'm ready to quit

Can't fall out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl
And I can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl

See the same old hares
Running to the same old holes
Price of liquorice has doubled
Teetering, would it finally fall

Can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a bowl
And I can't climb out of this hole
It's just like cats in a
Just like cats in a bowl

Nowhere to run
Every town's the same
So keep on running along
Hope the sidewalk won't break for me

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