Back in the USSR

Well here we are face to face a couple of silver spoons.. or maybe christmas has passed and I once again start to wonder why I ever left the Nutmeg State. I mean we all love where we grew up and yet love the fact that we never ended up like that kid who is the local firefighter and the bouncer at the tavern, but at the same time, I love my town. There is the running on the beaches, the cheap bars downtown, and the scores of ladies I get to reintroduce myself too who now are fat while I stayed skinny, actually not true but I cannot seem to get over the rules of engagement that defined my high school years. But in the end, I loved being home, and wonder why the concrete playground I currently live in is ever worth it. From what I have gathered, I am ready to have deformed children that cannot run a mile, but know why the Bodaga has cornered the all natural skin cream market... for this i am afraid..

Blueprints for an Ark

Tonight, my team won its second basketball game of the season... so to celebrate, we went out for a little liquid celebration in order to recap our night of basketball domination... Drinks were drunk and tales were told... And I left in a cab around midnight to trek back to Casa de Rain Delay... Arriving home around 12 + 15, I entered and prepared for bed with only a hapless knocking to disturb my plans.. When I opened the door, my landlord (or the better half), Maria, appeared and informed me that there was a pipe problem that had reintroduced itself this evening. (The same problem that reared its angry head during the Thanksgiving Break.) And after some investigation, I realized that the questionable fortitude of the ceiling above my bed had once again lost the war (not the great one) and dumped that fine liquid life into my room.... an inch of it... As such, my landlord and i just spent the last hour drying out my apartment and piling wet articles of clothing to be washed and dried in their basement... I love my life... I love kharma... And I just need to know what the fuck a cubit is...

A Little Promotion Never Hurt Nobody

In my life, I have come to the realization that I have some of the most amazing friends in the entire fucking world, who on daily basis do some really amazing shit. As I once wrote in an email, they find the time to use their creative talents for good instead of boredom.

Recently, two of these friends namely Savage and Bob Jingle of blogging fame entered a short film competition where they were given a genre in this case a western and had to make an entire short film using that genre from shot to edit to print in one weekend. Not surprisingly, the film they created called Hashslingers is now a finalist in this national competition. What can I say they do good shit...

Anyway, here is where the promotion comes in as they need your votes America in order to achieve their ultimate goal of World Domination. (Sure, they are both brilliant and evil....)

So do me a favor and yourselves, go to this site and vote for my friends... or don't and then, I will piss on your front lawn and send you shit in a tupperware container for Christmas....

Da Bears

The Chicago Bears are having a phenomenal season.

Now for those that follow along, one would think that since I am a Sox fan, I should also be a big fan of the Pats. Well, to be honest, where I grew up in CT, there was not a single friend that I had who had the Pats as their favorite team. Back then, the Giants ruled... or you simply liked some other team like the Cowboys or the Raiders. No one was really a Pats fan mainly because they sucked.

Of course, all of that changed when the Pats made the Super Bowl in 1985. Then, suddenly like all those Chicago White Sox "fans" this year, Pats' fans emerged from the woodwork acting like they had been there all along. I, however, did not understand... here was the team that no one ever talked about or watched. I mean here was the team that had SUCKED... why were these people now drinking the Kool-Aid.

And so, I decided to support the 1985 Bears. Now, there was a team. They had the greatest defense of all time... Jim McMahon and his fine producing head bands... Sweetness... The Fridge... Ditka... and of course, the Super Bowl Shuffle. Long before the Idiots on the Red Sox of 2004, Da Bears were the rock stars of their sport, and I loved them. (Plus, it helped that Dad loved the Packers, and a little rivalry between a father and a son is always a healthy thing.)

Now, twenty years later, I am still a Bears fan. Sure I love when the Pats win or the Giants have a great season like they are having (the Jets suck), but the Bears are my team so until they win again, I will not experience that true satisfaction of my football team winning the Big One.

Maybe this is the year... GO BEARS!!!