Wow. Could anyone have come up with a better drinking combination than St. Patty's day + Opening Day of the NCAA Men's Tournament + first 60-degree weather of the year in NYC? It could spell disaster for quite a few people, but not me! I am sitting in an office trying to watch the games on my computer, yay! It's probably for the best since I went to Chicago for St. Patty's and was pretty much incapacitated by 8pm after cleaning up other people's unfinished Irish Car Bombs. Gross.
It feels great to have the Heels back in the tournament and at a #2 seed at that! I could make out with Kendall Marshall right now, and no, Kendall is not a girl despite the ambiguity of the name. He's the 2nd coming of Ed Cota except he's got lighter skin and he already has a jump shot as a freshman. God bless him. I obviously picked them to win the championship in all of my gambling situations since I am a homer but I'm not sure that they have the chops this year. I just hope that if they lose, they do it soon so I don't have to stress out about a potential Duke-UNC National Semifinal game.
The Game of Thrones TV show is coming out in a month and they announced a release date for GRRM's fifth book in his series! Exciting times for SciFi nerds everywhere. Season two of V was surprisingly entertaining even though some of the stuff that happens make no sense at all. I'm not even going to come up with examples because I am pretty sure that I am the only person that watches that show. There's not much else on TV that's been that great - Archer Season two has been pretty disappointing although it's still better than most anything else out there. Get into it if you already haven't.
You can throw Derrick Rose onto my list of NBA man-crushes along with Kevin Durant and Steph Curry. I watched him play in person and he is an athletic force of nature. I can't wait for that team to play lock-down defense and ride Rose to the finals. KD, however, has his work cut out for him in the West although I do believe they can do some damage to the Lakers with that front line now that they have Kendrick Perkins.
I'm doing some domestic jetsetting to locales I've never been to before such as Newport Beach and Ann Arbor so hopefully will have some good things to say
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
You Get What You Ask For (So Get It Cuz You Asked For It)
Over the past few years I've had an ongoing gripe with UPS and their commercials. When they unveiled their "What can brown do for you?" commercials in 2002 I was thrilled and they quickly took over the package delivery scene. It was revolutionary: simple, to the point and even gave Hindu males a line to drop on unsuspecting white chicks. Brilliant! Someone even rolled out a joke t-shirt line based off of the slogan. The unlikeliness of this succeeding in the shadow of the terrorist and anti-brown craze in this country was ridiculously high. However, the good folks at UPS rolled up their sleeve like a good Hindu would and shut shit down for five years. Bravo, Brown.
Some time in 2007, the United Parcel Service decided to go in a different direction. I don't know if they were trying to champion the cause of douchebags around the world but they decided to launch their whiteboard campaign. They tried to keep the Brown spirit alive by throwing it in at the end of these commercials but after a while it was a mere afterthought. The drawings and explanations of UPS' suite of services became so convoluted that the focus had been thoroughly shifted towards that long-haired tool. He would smugly draw his oh-so-clever machinations and it was almost as if he was saying, "Look, this WHITE guy can do really cool stuff with a WHITE board. Who cares about the BROWNS doing the actual work behind the scenes?" It was at this stage in UPS' advertising process that I would literally get on my hands and knees and beg for them to stop. I'd had enough WHITE board to last several lifetimes and even started to have violent dreams involving this guy standing over white board guy's bed while he was sleeping, waiting for him to wake up.
As you can guess, someone granted my wish (not God, unless he decided to be cruel) and on September 13, 2010, it was announced that UPS would launch their "We Love Logistics" campaign. It was to be their largest campaign yet and it was supposed to stress their Biz-to-Biz services. Now, I am a fan of logistics as much as the next guy, but setting their jingle to the old Dean Martin song titled "Amore?" What the fuck, were they trying to be ironic? There is nothing logical about "amore" or Dean Martin and 99% of the people who watch wouldn't catch the irony of the situation anyway, if that's indeed what they were going for. This is all aside from the fact that the girl's voice and the song in general is absolutely the most irritating thing I've ever heard. Of course CNBC, the god damn piece of shit channel I have to watch 10 hours a day, sells every spare second of commercial time to UPS so they can air this garbage several thousand times a day. It's come to the point where I have to hope that I'm on the phone when it comes on so I don't notice but even then there's at least one asshole pointing it out to me because I've made it so abundantly clear how I feel about it.
There is a lesson in this: If you hate low-brow crap commercials, don't complain about them because they can always get worse and someone will always get pleasure out of torturing you with it. Of course, this entire post was dedicated to how much I hate this campaign so I'll probably have something new to hate in six months. I just ask that you remember the public service I performed here and consider me a martyr when I stab myself in the heart when it happens.
Some time in 2007, the United Parcel Service decided to go in a different direction. I don't know if they were trying to champion the cause of douchebags around the world but they decided to launch their whiteboard campaign. They tried to keep the Brown spirit alive by throwing it in at the end of these commercials but after a while it was a mere afterthought. The drawings and explanations of UPS' suite of services became so convoluted that the focus had been thoroughly shifted towards that long-haired tool. He would smugly draw his oh-so-clever machinations and it was almost as if he was saying, "Look, this WHITE guy can do really cool stuff with a WHITE board. Who cares about the BROWNS doing the actual work behind the scenes?" It was at this stage in UPS' advertising process that I would literally get on my hands and knees and beg for them to stop. I'd had enough WHITE board to last several lifetimes and even started to have violent dreams involving this guy standing over white board guy's bed while he was sleeping, waiting for him to wake up.
As you can guess, someone granted my wish (not God, unless he decided to be cruel) and on September 13, 2010, it was announced that UPS would launch their "We Love Logistics" campaign. It was to be their largest campaign yet and it was supposed to stress their Biz-to-Biz services. Now, I am a fan of logistics as much as the next guy, but setting their jingle to the old Dean Martin song titled "Amore?" What the fuck, were they trying to be ironic? There is nothing logical about "amore" or Dean Martin and 99% of the people who watch wouldn't catch the irony of the situation anyway, if that's indeed what they were going for. This is all aside from the fact that the girl's voice and the song in general is absolutely the most irritating thing I've ever heard. Of course CNBC, the god damn piece of shit channel I have to watch 10 hours a day, sells every spare second of commercial time to UPS so they can air this garbage several thousand times a day. It's come to the point where I have to hope that I'm on the phone when it comes on so I don't notice but even then there's at least one asshole pointing it out to me because I've made it so abundantly clear how I feel about it.
There is a lesson in this: If you hate low-brow crap commercials, don't complain about them because they can always get worse and someone will always get pleasure out of torturing you with it. Of course, this entire post was dedicated to how much I hate this campaign so I'll probably have something new to hate in six months. I just ask that you remember the public service I performed here and consider me a martyr when I stab myself in the heart when it happens.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Happy New Year!
It's 2011? Weird. It's been a while since I've been motivated to write anything, mainly because the holidays are so taxing a season. Vegas was a resounding success despite getting decimated in blackjack. It's a good thing the nights are fuzzy because I'd probably be more depressed about it if I remembered specifics. I do, however, have some fantastic text exchanges with my friend regarding how much money we owed each other at various times during the trip. We went to L'Atelier at the MGM for dinner...so good. SO SO GOOD. It's a must-do if any of ya'll head out there. Make sure you get someone else to pay, though, because it's pretty expensive. As an aside - never play Ceelow. Just don't do it.
Something I will never understand is how a city the size, organization and savvy of New York can become completely debilitated by a snow storm. It happens every year at least two to three times during the winter and yet the city basically shuts down when it happens and people start behaving as though a tsunami is right off the coast, myself included. Granted a major blizzard is a different story but even a measly 6-12" sends us back to the dark ages. Unacceptable. Needless to say, I can't wait for 40 degree weather.
I don't have much to say about television; most of the shows have wound down and there wasn't anything overly spectacular. Dexter did not reach the heights that it did in Season Four but it was still a decent showing, overall. The Oscar movie season is in full swing and I am way behind. I'll try to catch up and drop some knowledge in the next few weeks.
I remain depressed about Liverpool. I have a feeling this will be the case for quite some time. They freaking suck. The Giants also shipped it in a big way which has made the NFL Playoffs more about praying for the demise of the Jets and Eagles than rooting for a team. I know I cussed out Tom Brady in this web log several months ago, but I will recant for this weekend. Please make Rex Ryan shut the hell up. His girth is making me ill and his mouth is even fatter than his belly. I have no opinion on who will win it all; the Pats seem like they should be heavy favorites but what happens if they have to play the Ravens again? There's no telling who could come out of the NFC, either. The Bears actually have a shot this year (puke) but that wouldn't be as bad as having to watch the ever boring Falcons or the terrible Seahawks. I guess I am rooting for Green Bay?
UNC seems like they aren't terrible, but we'll find out more when they have to play ACC competition. I made it back to MSG to watch them play Slutgers and they dispatched them pretty handily. Larry Drew II is still a mess but he may be less of one than last year. Dexter Strickland is probably my favorite guy on the team and if John Henson ever developed a jumpshot, some footwork, some muscle, some dribbling skills, a jump-hook or a free throw shot he'd be a lottery pick. Unfortunately, as it stands, he's gumby and all he can do is grab easy rebounds, dunk on alley-oops and block shots. Someone needs to spend a summer drilling him into shape so the Heels can get back on the map.
This was boring, I know. Sorry! I bid you adieu.
Something I will never understand is how a city the size, organization and savvy of New York can become completely debilitated by a snow storm. It happens every year at least two to three times during the winter and yet the city basically shuts down when it happens and people start behaving as though a tsunami is right off the coast, myself included. Granted a major blizzard is a different story but even a measly 6-12" sends us back to the dark ages. Unacceptable. Needless to say, I can't wait for 40 degree weather.
I don't have much to say about television; most of the shows have wound down and there wasn't anything overly spectacular. Dexter did not reach the heights that it did in Season Four but it was still a decent showing, overall. The Oscar movie season is in full swing and I am way behind. I'll try to catch up and drop some knowledge in the next few weeks.
I remain depressed about Liverpool. I have a feeling this will be the case for quite some time. They freaking suck. The Giants also shipped it in a big way which has made the NFL Playoffs more about praying for the demise of the Jets and Eagles than rooting for a team. I know I cussed out Tom Brady in this web log several months ago, but I will recant for this weekend. Please make Rex Ryan shut the hell up. His girth is making me ill and his mouth is even fatter than his belly. I have no opinion on who will win it all; the Pats seem like they should be heavy favorites but what happens if they have to play the Ravens again? There's no telling who could come out of the NFC, either. The Bears actually have a shot this year (puke) but that wouldn't be as bad as having to watch the ever boring Falcons or the terrible Seahawks. I guess I am rooting for Green Bay?
UNC seems like they aren't terrible, but we'll find out more when they have to play ACC competition. I made it back to MSG to watch them play Slutgers and they dispatched them pretty handily. Larry Drew II is still a mess but he may be less of one than last year. Dexter Strickland is probably my favorite guy on the team and if John Henson ever developed a jumpshot, some footwork, some muscle, some dribbling skills, a jump-hook or a free throw shot he'd be a lottery pick. Unfortunately, as it stands, he's gumby and all he can do is grab easy rebounds, dunk on alley-oops and block shots. Someone needs to spend a summer drilling him into shape so the Heels can get back on the map.
This was boring, I know. Sorry! I bid you adieu.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Love the Fall, Hate Finance Journalists
Before I start, I'd like to thank my four followers for their support. Very touching.
Over the past 10 years I've probably watched 10,000 hours of CNBC. This channel needs to be taken off the air immediately. I've never seen more fear-mongering and sensationalist journalism in my life; not even from Fox News in 2001-2004. Half of their segments comprise of the anchors yelling over each other to get their point in. This would be a good thing if it wasn't so annoying because none of them have anything intelligent to say, anyway. Maria B is the only redeeming thing about the station and sometimes the Aussie blond chick is okay but only because she has a cool accent. I sometimes consider quitting my job so I don't have to listen to these douchebuckets talk for 10 hours a day. The guys from Minority Report are going to arrest me for the murder of Michelle Caruso-Cabrera any day now.
Yes, I am going to talk about Liverpool. They are back (I think) but need two more players to compete for a top four spot. They beat Chelsea in a big way but had to play mid-week against Wigan (shit team) and only drew because they ran out of steam. Hopefully their new transfer guru can figure this out and buy some decent players that don't resemble Christian Poulsen and Joe Cole. Also, Roy Hodgson needs to stop wearing parkas on the bench; it doesn't inspire much confidence when your manager looks like he might freeze to death in 50 degree weather.
Oh, I almost forgot - I finally booked my Vegas trip. If you never see another update from me it's probably because I died there. December 16-19 - everyone is invited! One thing I won't be doing there is caring about fantasy football. If I wasn't so rooted into my leagues I'd probably quit and if you think that this is only because my teams blow then you are probably right. I wish I had Eli on my teams to give me a reason to care. Fuckin' love that guy. He's the 3rd best quarterback of all-time behind Simms and Hostetler. He's ranked slightly in front of Fran Tarkenton and Kerry Collins.
Battlestar Galactica? Who the hell would have thought this show would be good? I DID BITCHES! I went into it fully expecting a masterpiece and it delivers in a big way. It has hot chicks, stuff blowing up, some sentimental moments, some flashback episodes and a cranky old dude who should have been cast as a pirate or a Scot in all those pirate and Scot movies that have come out over the years. Trust me, the show is worthwhile and if you think I'm a nerd loser then I don't blame you but you can go fuck yourself. That's all I got for now...
Over the past 10 years I've probably watched 10,000 hours of CNBC. This channel needs to be taken off the air immediately. I've never seen more fear-mongering and sensationalist journalism in my life; not even from Fox News in 2001-2004. Half of their segments comprise of the anchors yelling over each other to get their point in. This would be a good thing if it wasn't so annoying because none of them have anything intelligent to say, anyway. Maria B is the only redeeming thing about the station and sometimes the Aussie blond chick is okay but only because she has a cool accent. I sometimes consider quitting my job so I don't have to listen to these douchebuckets talk for 10 hours a day. The guys from Minority Report are going to arrest me for the murder of Michelle Caruso-Cabrera any day now.
Yes, I am going to talk about Liverpool. They are back (I think) but need two more players to compete for a top four spot. They beat Chelsea in a big way but had to play mid-week against Wigan (shit team) and only drew because they ran out of steam. Hopefully their new transfer guru can figure this out and buy some decent players that don't resemble Christian Poulsen and Joe Cole. Also, Roy Hodgson needs to stop wearing parkas on the bench; it doesn't inspire much confidence when your manager looks like he might freeze to death in 50 degree weather.
Oh, I almost forgot - I finally booked my Vegas trip. If you never see another update from me it's probably because I died there. December 16-19 - everyone is invited! One thing I won't be doing there is caring about fantasy football. If I wasn't so rooted into my leagues I'd probably quit and if you think that this is only because my teams blow then you are probably right. I wish I had Eli on my teams to give me a reason to care. Fuckin' love that guy. He's the 3rd best quarterback of all-time behind Simms and Hostetler. He's ranked slightly in front of Fran Tarkenton and Kerry Collins.
Battlestar Galactica? Who the hell would have thought this show would be good? I DID BITCHES! I went into it fully expecting a masterpiece and it delivers in a big way. It has hot chicks, stuff blowing up, some sentimental moments, some flashback episodes and a cranky old dude who should have been cast as a pirate or a Scot in all those pirate and Scot movies that have come out over the years. Trust me, the show is worthwhile and if you think I'm a nerd loser then I don't blame you but you can go fuck yourself. That's all I got for now...
Friday, October 1, 2010
Summer's Over- Back to Work, Son!
Yeah, I took an extended break from this blog or whatever, sue me. I promised a review of Cleveland. Well, normally I wouldn't have anything about it since the place is a total non-event. It's nice, has trees, has a lake, has some buildings and has some white people. Great. No wonder Legay left, it's definitely not Souf Beach and Mo Williams is not Wade.
On to more important things, like how I didn't go to Vegas - fail. I am currently working on correcting that problem. You know what else is a fail? Liverpool Football Club. They are not only failing on the pitch but they are basically going to go bankrupt soon. It's so depressing watching them play and Roy Hodgson looks helpless sitting there on his ass. At least FIFA 11 is out so I can write them a different destiny.
What douchebag thought this Outsourced idea would be good? No one likes those Indian call centers with the people who you can't understand so why make a show about it? I see that shit and I'm like, no wonder the call centers freaking suck. Another slight, slight issue I have with the show is that it's not funny one little bit. Great job, NBC, I am never calling any help desk ever again. Thank God I bought a Mac.
The Office season premiere was kind of weak; that show needs to end soon. Community is definitely back stronger than ever as is Modern Family. I know she's jail bait and at the risk of sounding creepy, the oldest daughter on MF is going to be hot pretty soon. Wait a minute, I just looked her up on IMDB, she's 20! I am such an idiot for thinking I was being creepy, I totally wasn't, although, she does look like she's 14.
Want to hear more of my useless opinions on TV shows? Sure, I'll oblige you. Boardwalk Empire looks like it's good, but I can't say for sure because I was kind of drunk when I watched the first two episodes. Oh well. Hawaii Five-O? Freaking watchable. Off the charts watchable. A little bit of Scott Caan, a hearty helping of Jin from LOST, a few wise cracks, a few explosions and a lot of Grace Park is a win in my book.
The Event is pretty absurd. It's like Eli Manning: I have no clue whether to like, love, hate, root-for, help or not care about it. That's why I am officially nicknaming Eli Manning "The Event." Every throw is an event in and of itself. Anything from a frozen rope back shoulder throw in tight coverage to a ball sailed 10 yards high to a Helmet Catch. Sack fumbles are on the table all day long and so is him squirming out of it to chuck up a 35 yard wobbling duck to David Tyree who then makes a Helmet Catch. Helmet Catch, Helmet Catch, Helmet Catch. Giants won the Superbowl. Fuck you, Tom Brady. Anyway, yeah, Eli is The Event.
I guess that's all I had to say for now. Starting today is fall birthday season at Burbon Street, 46th between 8th and 9th. You don't need to know whose birthday, he sucks. All you need to know is that they have a lot of Burbon and hopefully so will I.
On to more important things, like how I didn't go to Vegas - fail. I am currently working on correcting that problem. You know what else is a fail? Liverpool Football Club. They are not only failing on the pitch but they are basically going to go bankrupt soon. It's so depressing watching them play and Roy Hodgson looks helpless sitting there on his ass. At least FIFA 11 is out so I can write them a different destiny.
What douchebag thought this Outsourced idea would be good? No one likes those Indian call centers with the people who you can't understand so why make a show about it? I see that shit and I'm like, no wonder the call centers freaking suck. Another slight, slight issue I have with the show is that it's not funny one little bit. Great job, NBC, I am never calling any help desk ever again. Thank God I bought a Mac.
The Office season premiere was kind of weak; that show needs to end soon. Community is definitely back stronger than ever as is Modern Family. I know she's jail bait and at the risk of sounding creepy, the oldest daughter on MF is going to be hot pretty soon. Wait a minute, I just looked her up on IMDB, she's 20! I am such an idiot for thinking I was being creepy, I totally wasn't, although, she does look like she's 14.
Want to hear more of my useless opinions on TV shows? Sure, I'll oblige you. Boardwalk Empire looks like it's good, but I can't say for sure because I was kind of drunk when I watched the first two episodes. Oh well. Hawaii Five-O? Freaking watchable. Off the charts watchable. A little bit of Scott Caan, a hearty helping of Jin from LOST, a few wise cracks, a few explosions and a lot of Grace Park is a win in my book.
The Event is pretty absurd. It's like Eli Manning: I have no clue whether to like, love, hate, root-for, help or not care about it. That's why I am officially nicknaming Eli Manning "The Event." Every throw is an event in and of itself. Anything from a frozen rope back shoulder throw in tight coverage to a ball sailed 10 yards high to a Helmet Catch. Sack fumbles are on the table all day long and so is him squirming out of it to chuck up a 35 yard wobbling duck to David Tyree who then makes a Helmet Catch. Helmet Catch, Helmet Catch, Helmet Catch. Giants won the Superbowl. Fuck you, Tom Brady. Anyway, yeah, Eli is The Event.
I guess that's all I had to say for now. Starting today is fall birthday season at Burbon Street, 46th between 8th and 9th. You don't need to know whose birthday, he sucks. All you need to know is that they have a lot of Burbon and hopefully so will I.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Deep breath...calm down, Anil.
Once in a while there come days when I want to rip someone's face off more than usual. Today is one of those days. Rather than rant and rave, however, I'm going to write about some stuff that's had me fairly titilated recently although one last note on NBA free agency. In case I didn't make it clear, I am NOT a fan of Legay's decision to go to Souf Beach. I apologise for not making that more clear.
Inception. What the hell? Any other director other than Christopher Nolan would have taken this super-complicated idea and turned into a scatter-shot mess. He managed to focus on a few key aspects of the dream world without getting too caught-up in psychology (thank God) and left us with a masterpiece. I used to think that the kid from 3rd Rock From The Sun was a freak, but I have to admit, little bit of a man-crush going there. How does he make his hair sit so still? Who dresses him? Sigh... Anyway, if you haven't seen it, pop an aderall and check it out. At the very least it's a well-directed, well-written, well-acted, entertaining summer flick and ride the upside from there.
Summer cable series! True Blood, Mad Men and the artist formerly known as Entourage have made Sunday nights worth looking-forward-to. I usually tape Entourage and watch it last because it's way more potent than taking sleeping pills. That show fell off a cliff about three years ago and it seems as though it's reached terminal velocity. The only reason I say "seems like" is because it's hard to quantify the drag coefficient with a 26 minute HBO comedy. Thank god I gave up my dream of being an engineer when I did. I probably would have been pretty bad at it.
I've started reading a new imaginative fiction series (aka sci-fi nerd books) and while I usually like them regardless of how good they are, this one in particular has been exceptional. George R. R. Martin has already been labeled the "American Tolkien," which is beyond high priase for a writer of this genre although their styles are nothing alike. Whereas Tolkien focuses more on high-level Good vs. Evil themes, Martin is more concerned with human nature. The wheeling and dealing that takes place is genius and there are no such things as good guys and bad guys. For once, the author more or less lets the reader decide who they are rooting for. The first book in the seven book series is called "A Game Of Thrones" and HBO is actually turning it into a series starting in 2011. They've already filmed the pilot and have started production on the rest. I'm on the fourth of what will be seven books and he's currently writing the fifth one although he's been working on it since 2005. I am starting to panick that once I finish it I will start to suffer from withdrawal. My hunch is that he's waiting for some tail-wind with the TV show and will announce a release date when the hype has taken over. Some people think he got bored and stopped writing it which would be a travesty given its quality. I can't see how that's possible since he updates his blog daily re: casting for the show and is clearly deeply invested in making it a success but my fingers are crossed, regardless.
English Premier League football is starting in two and a half weeks and it can't come soon enough. The World Cup has left me craving soccer to the extent that I tried watching a Seattle vs DC United game...I turned it off after eight minutes. MLS is trying and I think they're making decent progress but we're still two World Cups away from having a high-class league in this country which is why I will be waking up at 8am on Saturday mornings to watch Liverpool lose every week. I spend at least an hour a day reading about transfer gossip and praying that Lucas Leiva leaves L'Pool (addition by subtraction), clones himself 18 times and signs for free with every other team in the EPL. That alone would put the Reds in the top three (subtraction by addition) and it's only a matter of staying healthy after that.
Next month I've got a wedding in Cleveland, Ohio and will have a full-report on the damage caused by Legay. I also have a potential trip to Vegas since Venetian clearly aren't doing so hot and need me to inject some life into the $25 Blackjack pit. I get free room offers at least once a day and am doing my best to resist but my utter lack of willpower is starting to take its toll. Until then...
Inception. What the hell? Any other director other than Christopher Nolan would have taken this super-complicated idea and turned into a scatter-shot mess. He managed to focus on a few key aspects of the dream world without getting too caught-up in psychology (thank God) and left us with a masterpiece. I used to think that the kid from 3rd Rock From The Sun was a freak, but I have to admit, little bit of a man-crush going there. How does he make his hair sit so still? Who dresses him? Sigh... Anyway, if you haven't seen it, pop an aderall and check it out. At the very least it's a well-directed, well-written, well-acted, entertaining summer flick and ride the upside from there.
Summer cable series! True Blood, Mad Men and the artist formerly known as Entourage have made Sunday nights worth looking-forward-to. I usually tape Entourage and watch it last because it's way more potent than taking sleeping pills. That show fell off a cliff about three years ago and it seems as though it's reached terminal velocity. The only reason I say "seems like" is because it's hard to quantify the drag coefficient with a 26 minute HBO comedy. Thank god I gave up my dream of being an engineer when I did. I probably would have been pretty bad at it.
I've started reading a new imaginative fiction series (aka sci-fi nerd books) and while I usually like them regardless of how good they are, this one in particular has been exceptional. George R. R. Martin has already been labeled the "American Tolkien," which is beyond high priase for a writer of this genre although their styles are nothing alike. Whereas Tolkien focuses more on high-level Good vs. Evil themes, Martin is more concerned with human nature. The wheeling and dealing that takes place is genius and there are no such things as good guys and bad guys. For once, the author more or less lets the reader decide who they are rooting for. The first book in the seven book series is called "A Game Of Thrones" and HBO is actually turning it into a series starting in 2011. They've already filmed the pilot and have started production on the rest. I'm on the fourth of what will be seven books and he's currently writing the fifth one although he's been working on it since 2005. I am starting to panick that once I finish it I will start to suffer from withdrawal. My hunch is that he's waiting for some tail-wind with the TV show and will announce a release date when the hype has taken over. Some people think he got bored and stopped writing it which would be a travesty given its quality. I can't see how that's possible since he updates his blog daily re: casting for the show and is clearly deeply invested in making it a success but my fingers are crossed, regardless.
English Premier League football is starting in two and a half weeks and it can't come soon enough. The World Cup has left me craving soccer to the extent that I tried watching a Seattle vs DC United game...I turned it off after eight minutes. MLS is trying and I think they're making decent progress but we're still two World Cups away from having a high-class league in this country which is why I will be waking up at 8am on Saturday mornings to watch Liverpool lose every week. I spend at least an hour a day reading about transfer gossip and praying that Lucas Leiva leaves L'Pool (addition by subtraction), clones himself 18 times and signs for free with every other team in the EPL. That alone would put the Reds in the top three (subtraction by addition) and it's only a matter of staying healthy after that.
Next month I've got a wedding in Cleveland, Ohio and will have a full-report on the damage caused by Legay. I also have a potential trip to Vegas since Venetian clearly aren't doing so hot and need me to inject some life into the $25 Blackjack pit. I get free room offers at least once a day and am doing my best to resist but my utter lack of willpower is starting to take its toll. Until then...
Friday, July 9, 2010
Words cannot do justice
to how gay Legay James is. I'm sorry if you are gay and you are reading this because now that word has new meaning. Just know that I didn't do this to you, the same guy who decided to hand the alpha badge to Duhwayne Wade did. Fuck him. He's not worth your anger.
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