Friday, March 21, 2008

"Homo Larry"? That's the Best You Got? I'll Teach Your Mother to Suck Eggs!

FanNation Truth&Rumors Gay fans criticize Rangers

Ha! Gay! Gay gay gay gay gay! The Rangers had a homecoming...in Boystown late last night....

And, naturally, the juicy, sweet, creamy, white icing on the fanny cake: one of the upset fans is from (wait for it) Queens! Ta-daaaaaa!!

Jesus.

Also...

Can you make up the backstory for this site?

Was Ist Das?

Is it art? Is it crap? Both? Neither?

Wonder What July Will Be Like

More Pictures


What a dull day. Anyway, if you've been to Hanzi Smatter lately ("Misspelled Chinese Tattoos," in other words), you no doubt saw this picture. Besides the obvious (I mean, clearly, clearly) wrong tattoo (duh!), I have a few questions for this person's leg (with answers):
1. Did you get that couch from Burberry? (No. The alley behind Burberry, actually.)
2. Who keeps so much crap on the floor? (Me. I do. I am a pack-rat.)

Did I Say "Suck City"?


Shit City.

It's March 21, 2008


Ah, Suck City.

Plumbing the Depths

As a teenager, I worked for a plumber, fetching tools and digging ditches (mostly), and sweating my balls off in the 99-degree North Carolina summers. But it was also lots of fun, the plumber was hilarious, and I got all the Slurpees I could drink (nothing like syrup and ice to cure heat stroke!). Plus, I learned all about ditch-digging.

One day, I was chiseling a hole through the brick foundation of a slum row house so we could run a water line through and attach a spigot. It was a real easy job--just make the hole about 3/4 of an inch, then solder on the spigot and you're done. The owner of the house also had bought up most of the other row houses on the block and she was a snake-mean, Korean woman who complained about everything and refused to fix any but the most egregious problems with her properties. That may sound like some sort of stereotypical, cutesy jab, or like a sketch in a bad comedy club, but there was nothing funny about her, first off; she is a real person, second; and the whole experience was meaningless and just sort of was. The kind of job you just want to be done with so you can get on with the rest of your life and try to feel good about the next day.

It was summertime. It was hot. I recall it as one of those gray days where it's overcast but somehow still one billion degrees. Triple that if you're up in the attic. However, I got to be in the crawlspace under a slum house and, as crawlspaces go, it was OK. Soft, dry red dirt, no bugs, and ample head room. However, because the outdoor temperature was, as I have said, one thousand million billion degrees, it was still quite warm underneath the structure. In short, sweaty me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a rag lying on the ground. It was a yellowy, canvas-looking thing that appeared to be quite dry. Just the thing to swab my neck and forehead. (I should add that, now, today, that seems very gross. But at the time, 16-year-old me thought it was very OK. I was, after all, already covered with dirt, sweat, and probably poo. You know, from plumbing. Yeah, that's it...)

So, I reached for the rag.

But it wasn't actually a rag at all.

It was the desiccated corpse of a cat, made leathery and light by long exposure to dry, hot conditions.

In fact, it looked a lot like this:


True story. Enjoy!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Gangsta Crafts, You Say?

Check it out.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

PAC-10? Punk-Ass Conference.

As the tournament selection committee prepares to wow us on Sunday with its field of 65 teams to compete for the NCAA men's basketball championship, let me ask a question: what are 7 or 8 PAC-10 teams doing in the projected field? And 3 teams from the WCC? Are you fucking kidding?? San Diego has to get in; it won the conference tournament. It is a shitty team, but whatever. Those are the rules. Gonzaga, having lost to said shitty team in the championship game, should stay home and cry in its collective hippie, white-boy frizzy afro because it blew its chance to go to the Big Dance. Fuck Gonzaga. They ran the risk of being the big fish in the small pond and when the big fish loses to a vastly inferior team at the wrong time, it forfeits any claim to the postseason. Move to a better conference. And then, St. Mary's is also projected to get in from the WCC? Isn't that a punchline to every joke you've ever heard about college basketball? St. Mary's...men's basketball powerhouse! Excuse me? Suck it.

But back to the PAC-10. Some of its presumed postseason teams are pathetic. Arizona State? 19-12, 9-9 in conference. Lousy (even more lousy: outside the conference, ASU has sterling wins over 13-18 LSU and Xavier. Xavier, people!). Arizona: 19-14, 8-10 in conference. 8-10? 8-10?? That's a record worthy of the NCAA tournament? And Virginia Tech, a team from the ACC most people don't think will make it, has a record of 19-13, 9-7 in conference. Is this bizarro world? Oregon is supposed to be a bubble team: 18-13, 9-9--the definition of mediocre (and, the Ducks lost to the punchline, St. Mary's!). Recall, please, that Florida State missed the tournament 3 times in 4 seasons with 1: 19 or more wins and 2: a winning record in the ACC.

My theory is that, beginning a few years ago, a handful of sportswriters got tired of covering east coast teams. Looking westward, they found that the once-venerable Big Ten conference had become pretty lousy. At the time, Kansas was the only team in the Big 12 worth watching play basketball, so nothing doing there. But, on the west coast, there were a few schools beginning to play well: Gonzaga in the WCC, Utah in the Mountain West, and in the PAC-10, a glamour conference with history that had been very average for decades, there were resurgent programs at UCLA, Stanford, Arizona, and Oregon. Plus, the sportswriters found, not many people on the east coast or in the midwest stayed up late enought to watch west coast games, even if they were on TV, which they often were not.

Thus, a snotty little cult was born. In sports journalism, as in any kind of journalism, the fewer people care about something, the more awesome and worthy it must be. So, the PAC-10, it was determined, was fucking incredible and the fact that no one watched the games was proof of this. Sort of like when most people dismissed George Bush as a total joke, and so the media had to prove to all us dummies how brilliant he was. The PAC-10 is the new George Bush.

But unlike Bush, the NCAA tournament can't be rigged for the west coast teams. Every one of them, save perhaps UCLA (if referees continue to job UCLA's opponents in close games), will get rolled before the final 8. Then, we'll see.

And, one more thing, this time regarding location of the early games in the tournament: Beano Cooke was on TV yesterday complaining about the possibility that North Carolina might play 4 games in the state of North Carolina. Aside from the fact that I never, ever listen to people who call themselves "Beano," yes, if UNC gets the top seed in the East bracket, it will play 2 games in Raleigh and then 2 games in Charlotte. I hear a lot of bitching about this.

But, you may recall that, the last time North Carolina won the title it was a similar situation--for the other team. Illinois played its regional games in (wait for it): Indianapolis and then Chicago. And then, the Illini took on UNC on a neutral floor in St. Louis, Missouri! Talk about your home crowd! And, guess what? The Tar Heels won pretty easily (hint: they had a better team). Flash forward to now, and you may know that UNC barely won this afternoon over Va. Tech, in Charlotte, in front of a UNC crowd that made no difference whatsoever to the outcome. Jesus Jumpshooting Christ.

North Carolina, the state, likes college basketball. It has built lots of arenas (monuments, if you will) for playing college basketball. When the NCAA schedules showcase games for college basketball, it often chooses to put those games in North Carolina--without checking first to see how good UNC is. Shocking!

I need more hobbies...

Almost Done

Soon, when he is irrelevant, we'll look back on GW Bush's reign of terror and wryly chuckle at things like his announcement yesterday that, in his esteemed opinion, the government must not overadjust the economy. The economy that GW Bush broke. You know, that one.

Just one of the vast number of subjects the President doesn't know much about, the economy should probably be on the short list of things Bush might want to shut the fuck up about for the rest of his term.

On the bright side, it looks less likely that BushCo will try to hang onto power by declaring martial law or anything like that. At this point, they look too inept to schedule coffee dates. The better plan would be to hand off to the Democrats, wait 4 years, and then trot out another Bush brother (the one who isn't a convicted felon, Jeb) and try it again. Fat chance, but hey: it's all they've got. I have a feeling that the intervening time will not be kind to the Bush legacy, however, and that the idea of a return to power for anyone who even associates with Bush will be impossible.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

So Very Sleepy

Perusing the ABC News website results for the primaries last night, I noticed something interesting. With only about 52% reporting, the two Republican front-running candidates had a combined 800,000 votes or so (let's say, McCain = 580,000 and Huckabee = 220,000). But the Democrats, Obama and Clinton, had 800,000 votes apiece.

What does that mean? In terms of delegates, there are only about 10 more Republican delegates in Texas than Democratic delegates. Does the overwhelming turnout by Democratic voters signal that the state of Texas could go for a Democrat in the general election? McCain didn't exactly enthuse the registered GOP, while C & O apparently electrified Democrats.

I didn't stick around to see the final tallies, so maybe 1 million extra GOP votes showed up at some point. I was too sleepy to care.

One last thing: Obama's people, and a compliant and lazy media, have been stressing two things for weeks: superdelegates are unfair because they aren't allotted by the will of the voters; and winning primaries is just as good as winning delegates (which makes no sense in a proportional representation system like most states have for Democratic primaries). But, after losing Texas and Ohio, suddenly the Obama campaign wants everyone to know that it's actually irrelevant to win primaries, because despite the losses, Obama has the same cushion of delegates as before--and may even add to that when the final numbers are in. Did anyone else notice this change in rhetoric? Can we all agree that most of the fixation on the primaries thus far has been over these sorts of idiotic blusters? "I won! I won! Primaries are awesome!" "Oops, now I lost. Primaries are meaningless!"