I’m getting this strange sense of déjà vu.

Police said Sunday that Simpson asked to speak with his lawyer before proceeding with an interview, although he spoke several times with investigators before his arrest. The attorney, Yale Galanter, said that he was attempting to get Simpson released.

“Obviously we intend to fight these charges vigorously. We believe it is an extremely defensible case based on conflicting witness statements, flip-flopping by witnesses and witnesses making deals with the government to flip,” he said.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Make it go away!

Another Viagra advertisement?



I just caught this picture when I was looking at the baseball scores and my first thought was I had somehow stumbled on another of those Viagra ads. The headline for the article was: Moore’s single lifts Orioles over Blue Jays 8-6 in 12 innings. I’m just not sure whether or not the guys in the copy room were having a good laugh over that one.

A tip of the hat.

I just wanted to take the time out to mention and point people over to Vince Musacchia’s wonderful blog Soup2Nutz. I had the pleasure of meeting Vince many, many years ago. He still lived on the east coast and I got to spend a wonderful afternoon seeing his studio. Afterwards we were treated to the delicious fare at a small neighborhood Italian restaurant that was a throwback to another era.



Vince has what can best be described as ‘chops’ (meaning he can draw like all get out) and he’s versatile in that he can work in many different mediums and different styles (managing all with a high level of skill). Don’t take my word for it though, take a short trip over to his blog and see for yourself, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.

New member of the family.



Just arrived today, mine looks a little different - pictures to come.

Another flick I’m eagerly anticipating:



Go ahead, I dare you to watch the trailer and not get excited by it! Damn, I am so envious of J.J. Abrams.

Getting rid of the junkie.

Today OPEC announced they were increasing production of oil by as much as 500,000 barrels a day.

So, that’s a good thing, no?

I mean if there is more of anything on the market, well it weakens the market and the price should go down, right?

Crude oil for October delivery climbed as high as $79.80 a barrel in regular trading on the New York Mercantile Exchange. That’s the highest level a front-month contract has ever reached on the exchange. The previous record was $78.70 from the regular trading session on Aug. 1.

See, there’s this great shell game going on and until enough people get pissed off about it, things are only going to get worse.

Tight global energy supplies are expected to keep energy prices high through 2008, the U.S. Energy Information Administration, the Energy Department’s reporting arm, said Tuesday in a monthly report.

On Nymex, October reformulated gasoline closed up 0.25 cent at $1.9811 a gallon. October heating oil closed at $2.1827 a gallon, adding 1.11 cents.

People who don’t own cars think they’ll avoid getting hit by this but they couldn’t be more wrong because goods are shipped around the country and if it costs more to ship them you can be assured that the increase will be passed along to the consumer as well.

Plus, people always seem to forget about plastic.

...For this and many other uses, the oil needs to be separated into parts and refined before use in fuels and lubricants, and before some of the byproducts could be used in petrochemical processes to form materials such as plastics, and foams.

Petrochemicals are used to make plastic. Look around you, use any plastic?

Plastic is ubiquitous, it’s everywhere! Whether it’s garbage bags or toys or juice containers, plastic is all around us. If the price of oil goes up don’t you think the price of making plastic goes up too? Think companies will just eat those added costs?

Think again.

Back in the 70’s during those gas shortages, the obvious villain was those diabolical schemers at OPEC. Today though, the member nations of OPEC realize that a slowdown on the world economy will hurt them as well, so they are less inclined to take draconian measures and limit supply.

What’s the problem then?

Well, oil companies have gotten smart now. They realize as long as the price of oil stays high, they make money and lots of it! The convenient excuse oil companies use is that there is limited refining capacity to process the crude oil into other grades of fuel.

In the United States, there is strong pressure to prevent the development of new refineries, and no major refinery has been built in the country since Marathon’s Garyville, Louisiana facility in 1976. However, many existing refineries have been expanded during that time. Environmental restrictions and pressure to prevent construction of new refineries may have also contributed to rising fuel prices in the United States[8]. Additionally, many refineries (over 100 since the 1980s) have closed due to obsolescence and/or merger activity within the industry itself. This activity has been reported to Congress and in specialized studies not widely publicized.

Wow! That’s just tough for those poor oil companies, isn’t it?

“Consumer demand just continues to grow, and we can’t grow as fast at the refining level,” said Charlie Drevna, executive vice president at the national Petrochemical and Refiners Association, which includes companies like Valero, ExxonMobil, Chevron, and ConocoPhillip. “But there are plenty of economic reasons why that hasn't happened.”

They just are at the mercy of their refining capacity and as long as they can only refine a certain amount of oil prices will just stay high and keep getting higher.

Now, I think it would be a good thing to wean this nation off of its oil jones - we had taken major steps in that direction until the early nineties when the SUV made the scene. Truth of it was, we had taken the kind of steps that dropped the value of oil and had the oil companies hurting and worried. It gave oil companies a great excuse to not increase refining capacity because the commodity oil had such a diminished value. Nowadays though, oil companies are reporting record profits but strangely enough you don’t hear about them taking any of that money and putting it into building new refineries.

I shouldn’t complain I imagine because I bought oil stock and it’s been good the last few years but, hell! I don’t want to see the economy go down the tubes anymore than anyone else. Never mind we have the cold weather coming. Even if you don’t own a home and the cost of heating oil goes up you don’t think your landlord isn’t going to raise your rent?

Wake up people.

Who’d thunk it?!?!

When I heard they were making an Iron Man movie, I thought to myself... ‘Ouch! Here comes another comic movie suckfest!’ Then I heard they were casting Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark and it only made me cringe even more. Marvel has a decent record with films of their characters since the first X-Men hit but, there is still major suck factor floating around these things.

Yeah, the X-Men movies have been pretty good and the Spidey films good too but, there’s that Hulk movie. FF was passable (I’ve yet to see the second one), Ghost Rider was decent, Man-Thing straight to video (surprising because it was okay) and then there was that Punisher flick - if I never see Travolta in another one of these kinds of movies again it’ll be fine with me.

Overall, sometimes these things translate well and sometimes they don’t. Iron Man is one of those things where it just looked like it would have too much to overcome to be a decent film. Today though, I took a look at the preview (click on the image):



AWESOME!

Money where my mouth is.

A few posts back I suggested how much better it would be if we remembered September 11th by giving back to our communities. Ever since the EYOC has been gone, I’ve toyed with the idea of giving over some time to the local food pantry. It’s a bit nostalgic in a way and in another it would honor the memory of the EYOC.

I donated cash to the food pantry (as well as some other charities) but, it didn’t seem like enough and when I sent off the last donation to them recently, I checked off the box saying I would be willing to volunteer. I got a call from them a week back and just hadn’t gotten around to returning the call but, keeping the thought in mind of how volunteerism is a good way to mark 9/11, I called today.

I start tomorrow.

Does anyone else ever wonder?

Just where we would be if the events of 6 years ago never happened?

I know it’s a bit pointless but, I have to wonder what the country (or the planet for that matter) would be like. A lot of times you’ll hear about all the planning that went into carrying out the attacks but, did you ever get the sense these idiots didn’t really follow through? By follow through I mean, they didn’t think about what would happen AFTER the attacks. It was more a like the goal of carrying out the things was the be all and end all. I guess it just speaks to how stupid the people behind the damn thing are: ‘WE WILL ATTACK AND THEY WILL DO... NOTHING!’

I’m trying to think what would Afghanistan look like? Iraq? Would Bush have gotten a second term? Would Guiliani even be running for president? You have to think about how different the world would be and then at the end of the day I’ve got to think the only thing that the people who carried out the attacks managed to accomplish was the exact opposite of what they wanted.

I could live without that irony.

I should’ve copyrighted it!

It’s all the rage now but, if you went back a bunch of years and haunted the boards over at Comicon (when Newsrama was still hosted there) you’d find I was the first person to coin the phrase ‘Marvel Zombies’ in reference to the blind zealotry displayed by some of the posters on that board.

Ah f**k, if only I had known!

(actually, thinking about it now it’s not the first time something like this has happened)

F*ck freecreditreportdotcom!

File this under the ‘don’t say I never did anything for you.’ Yeah, you probably heard those ads with that jingle that roles around in your head for awhile but, how about this:

YOU ARE ENTITLED TO GET A ONE FREE COPY OF YOUR CREDIT REPORT FROM EACH OF THE MAJOR CREDIT REPORTING AGENCIES EACH YEAR!

To top it off, it’s not the inordinate hassle it used to be. Thanks to the wonders of the web all you have to do is to direct your browser over to ANNUALCREDITREPORTDOTCOM and you can easily and quickly get your credit report from Equifax, Experian and Trans Union.

It’s so amazingly simple I am not surprised more people don’t know about it. Check it out for yourself.

Bad anniversaries.

September 11th is just about upon us again so, we will commemorate the day with a reading of names of the victims of the attacks at Ground Zero but, I wonder when the time will come when we don’t mark the day in such a manner anymore. We don’t do it for Pearl Harbor, when do we stop doing it for September 11th?

It’s not that I’ll forget that day, I don’t think anyone will forget it but, when do we move on?

It might sound crass but, I imagine we as a nation or a society could spend every single day of the calendar year commemorating lives lost whether through earthquakes, hurricanes, tornados, bridge collapses, fires, shooting sprees or even terrorist attacks. When do we stop indulging ourselves by wallowing in our grief and just go forward?

The other thing I think too, if we are going to mark the day, if we are going to make it some kind of day of national memoriam, we should take the best that came out of that day and use it to make us a better people.

What do I mean you might ask?

Well, if we can say there was one good thing that came out of the day, it was how we as a nation showed our love and support of one and other. I can tell you for sure, people here in New York City were just a helluva lot nicer to each other in the weeks after the attacks. There was a civility, courtesy and compassion during those days that spoke a lot about what New Yorkers are made of. Beyond that, people from around the country rallied together in a show of solidarity and community.

If we are to take anything away from that horrible day, let it not be the senseless violence of the event but rather, the example set by the people who went out of their way to help absolute strangers; fireman, policeman, even ordinary office workers who did their level best to cope with a terrible situation and to put others ahead of themselves.

Maybe, instead of reading the names of the dead, if we must mark that horrible morning, can’t we use the example of those brave people and transform the day into a kind of National Service Day? By National Service Day, I mean a day when we volunteer a bit of our time to help out people in our community showing the same spirit of the people who set such an incredible example for us through their actions?

It’s a small gesture on the part of each of us but, I can’t help but think that the people who sacrificed their lives trying to save others would appreciate it. Meanwhile, it would make something wonderful out of that anniversary and at the same time make a statement to the people that carried out such a despicable act that we will never be defeated.

Fond memories of a misspent youth:

The problems of the penis.

So, it’s Sunday morning! What better time to talk about dicks!

Over the last few months, I have been responsible for seeing to a friend’s Flickr account. Basically, I had my dear Alix start a Flickr account to generate traffic to her website and it has worked. Men just can’t seem to get enough of looking at her charms. This is fine, in a way because part of what Alix has to do is to project an image to the world of this desirable, always horny women who is just insatiable and can’t get enough (by enough I think you should know what I mean).

It’s part of an overall strategy to build her brand and to increase her fanbase for some other projects that should be happening a little further down the road. I do it mainly because it means it’s one less thing for her to deal with. It’s really about the promotion and that’s how I’m involved in the process - promoting and packaging her. I want her to be successful and I don’t mind helping her, it’s a learning experience for me. Maybe that sounds stupid but, marketing is still marketing and at the end of the day the lessons learned here can still be applied in other areas and for other clients.

One thing though has bothered me - I have begun to get a really thorough distaste for my own gender.

Look, I’m a guy so I’m susceptible to the same urges that any guy is. I’m not raising myself above the pack (and we are talking about pack mentality here). Thing is, I was raised with manners - there really is no other way to put it. A lot of being polite is just not making assumptions about total strangers. It’s about showing them a certain level of courtesy and respect.

It doesn’t mean I can’t joke about things or be crass because anyone that knows me knows full well I am very crass but, at the same time I honestly don’t go out in the world looking to say or do something that would make someone feel uncomfortable. It’s just not... for lack of a better word, cool. I don’t know how else to explain it.

So, dealing with the whole Flickr thing over the last few months has exposed me in a way to what female members of Flickr go through on a pretty regular basis. See, if a woman shows any flesh, any flesh at all, it is taken as an invitation by the male of the species to reciprocate in kind, even if it is unsolicited. I know it happens frequently because I have friends on Flickr who have complained about it. Their photos are generally just artful nude photography, nothing garish or X-rated. Just shots that show a bit of skin.

The photos I’ve released through Flickr for Alix, always have a certain sense of decorum. They are not explicit, rather they are suggestive meaning they aren’t these horrific anatomical close-ups that would be better served as illustrations in a medical text than as a means of arousal. That’s a problem on Flickr sometimes is that there are people out there who can’t tell the difference between the two.

Anyway, getting back to the topic at hand: I cannot begin to tell you how many pictures of penis I have seen over the last few months dealing with this. Now, I’m an artist (or at the very least I have drawn from life) and I can appreciate a good body. By that I mean a body that has been well taken care of, someone who is in shape or at the very least someone who cares about their grooming. For the life of me though, I cannot understand how some of these guys could even think someone would want to see them nude!

It’s like... COVER UP, DUDE! I mean, really!

You don’t look good and you’re not taking care of yourself and no one wants to see!

It happens a lot too! I resist the urge to write them a short note telling them hey, I’m a guy that is getting this not the woman you think is getting this and I have to tell you even if I was a woman, I cannot imagine any woman getting the least bit aroused by your display. No, no, we’ve got to keep the fantasy going.

I just have to say though, ladies... I am so sorry! I just hope you don’t brand us all that way. Even I have to go EEEEEWWWWWW!

The trade the Mets should make.

If you hear about this over the coming months, just remember where it originated...

Here’s my letter to a writer over at the Pioneer Press:

As a baseball fan I cannot help but be fascinated by the saga of Johan Santana - a two time Cy Young Award winner reaching the market?! It makes me salivate.

Then again, isn’t this the kind of thing that baseball dreams are made of? Isn’t Santana the kind of player that can bring back significant value in a trade if moved well ahead of free agency or moved with a sign and trade kind of deal?

Besides, do Twins fans really want to see Johan Santana in a Yankees uniform? Does any baseball fan outside of the Yankee fan really want to see that? I know I don't!

That's because I’m a Mets fan and if I had my way, I'd be banging on Omar Minaya’s door right now to do everything in his power to put together a deal that makes sense for both teams.

Since salary is an issue for the Twins and they need to get value back, what would it sound like on your end for a trade of Johan Santana for Lastings Milledge, Mike Pelfrey and Aaron Heilman? That's a 22 year old outfielder who looks to only get better (and is a base stealing threat), a 23 rookie righthanded pitcher with a big upside and a 29 year old righty reliever who has worked as a swing man but could slot into a starting rotation or potentially close.

I think it’s one of those trades that make sense for both teams.

Then again, maybe I should be wary - the last time the Mets made a deal like that with the Twins, the Twins walked away with an All-Star closer (Rick Aguilera).

Still, I wonder if you put it out there for Twins fans, what they would think of the trade. These things have to start somewhere.

Real work versus pretend work.

So, things have been very busy lately. The problem is it has been a question of pretend work versus real work.

Whatever do I mean?

Real work pays you money, pretend work holds out the prospect of money but it’s a gamble at best. I have been focused almost exclusively on pretend work the past few weeks and I come to realize that has to change. My pocketbook just won’t allow me to focus on pretend work for too long so, back to the world of real work.

And it’s not a bad thing.

On other matters, you may or may not have noticed things have been awfully quiet around here of late. Well, that’s going to start changing real soon. I have a bunch of unfinished entries in the drafts queue that are screaming at me to be finished and I am getting them done. While things have been quiet around here (the blog), everywhere else they have been busy, busy, busy!

Lots of stuff to write/talk about.

In the meantime, I have to give a big shout out to both Ragnell and the wonderful Elayne. Ragnell posted a link on my entry about the Bendis lettercol contest and I got more hits in a day than ever before (so that’s what it’s like to have something that people read). I had honestly hoped I would have gotten more of a dialog going but, that didn’t seem to happen. As it was, it seems like the story has just died down and that surprises me a bit because I honestly thought there would have been more of an uproar over the incident.

Still, at the very least people know about it. I imagine that counts for something.

So goofy, it had to be shared.

Calling all feminists.

Okay ladies, time to put your money where your mouth is. I picked up the latest issue of Powers, a book that I love. I was thumbing through the letters column when I came across the following jewel:

And now after months of stalling and padding my letter columnn with entries; after months of holding back every snotty remark I have building inside me; after, literally thousands of entries (which was cool. it was cool to hear from so many of you long time readers, you should write more often!)

The winner is...

MARYPANTS

25 word essay

I love all of your stuff. That is all.

Oh, and by the way I am a girl, hot and I’ll have sex with you and your wife. Shit, I’ll move into your basement and be your au pair to boot.

And thanks for Powers and Spidey. I fucking love you. Cry myself to sleep. Think of Bendis fucking me.

Now that is how you win a contest!!! Thanks for playing. I will sic Mary on all of you in a couple of issues. And yes, I have seen the pics, and yes, she is hot.

So, in the scope of things, this is okay with you guys... how? You’re giving a pass on this one? What amazes me is for all the talk about Power Girl and female heroes and costumes, this slips by unnoticed? Does Bendis walk on water? Is it the fact a woman writes a note offering up herself (even if it is in jest) that makes it okay? Just trying to figure out where the line gets drawn.

Listen, do you want to know a secret?



So, maybe you haven’t seen the documentary, WAL-MART: The High Cost of Low Price.


It’s a shocking indictment of capitalism run wild and unchecked. The funny thing is, there just doesn’t seem to be any stopping this juggernaut. What’s even better is this latest tidbit that comes out of Mexico:

Wal-Mart is Mexico’s largest private-sector employer in the nation today, with nearly 150,000 local residents on its payroll. An additional 19,000 youngsters between the ages of 14 and 16 work after school in hundreds of Wal-Mart stores, mostly as grocery baggers, throughout Mexico—and none of them receives a red cent in wages or fringe benefits. The company doesn’t try to conceal this practice: its 62 Superama supermarkets display blue signs with white letters that tell shoppers: OUR VOLUNTEER PACKERS COLLECT NO SALARY, ONLY THE GRATUITY THAT YOU GIVE THEM. SUPERAMA THANKS YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

Nothing like having people work for free to enable a company to turn a profit, huh?

It’s even better when the Walton family, can get even richer by using taxpayer’s dollars to pay for operating costs.

Don’t believe me?

Well, have a look at this: WAL-MART Subsidy Watch

It smacks of the kind of corporate welfare that makes working class Americans sick to their stomachs. The kind of governmental largess that always seems to come at the expense of the American middle class - does the American middle class even exist anymore, I wonder.

All these characteristics would be clearly ascribed to one political party, right? I mean, let’s face facts, we know the party in this country that stands for big business and the one we can attribute all the wrongs of the world to.

So, imagine my surprise when I found this jewel:

Clinton’s six-year tenure as a director of Wal-Mart, the nation’s largest retail company, remains a little known chapter in her closely scrutinized career. And it is little known for a reason. Clinton rarely, if ever, discusses it, leaving her board membership out of her speeches and off her campaign website.

Fellow board members and company executives, who have rarely discussed her role in Wal-Mart, say Clinton used her position to champion personal causes, like the need for more women in management and a comprehensive environmental program. At the time, she was Wal-Mart's only female director, the youngest and arguably the least experienced in business. On other topics, like Wal-Mart’s vehement antiunionism, for example, she was largely silent, they said.

The end result is Hillary walked away from Wal-Mart with about the same impact she had on Health Care Reform (see the movie and you’ll understand what I’m talking about) but, what’s interesting is how the fact that she served FOR SIX YEARS on the board of Wal-Mart isn’t common knowledge.



And before anyone starts screaming about bias, take the time out to look at a very calculated voting record during the New York Junior Senator’s term in the Senate - you might find yourself a bit surprised. It’s very clear the Senator never met a popular position she didn’t like.

Sounds like a Silver Age tale.

I was reading this today and all I could think about was the many comic book origins that ran along these lines - sounds like something out of the X-Men:

Sharapova’s mother, Yelena, was pregnant with her only child when the plant in Ukraine exploded and spewed radioactive clouds over the western Soviet Union and northern Europe...


...Sharapova’s father, Yuri, and her mother fled the city of Gomel in Belarus — about 80 miles north of Chernobyl — shortly before she was born in Nyagan, Siberia.

Gomel was one of the areas most affected by radiation. Sharapova said she still has family there, including grandparents.

The quiet man.

I care about experiencing the little moments of daily routine.
I am curious about how all things are related to one another
and how they are part of a bigger event that is out there.

I live in a small moment.
We live in a chain of time.
Every fraction of a second is valid.
The day always starts from a small decision.
The small decision can dictate my whole life.
The little tweaks and changes will most likely affect
the outcome of an event more substantial.

When I try - I mean seriously try - to see what I’m looking at;
what is heroic and what is not;
what is significant and what is not;
what is political and what is not;
what is successful and what is not;
the borderline between those things becomes rather obscure.

It occurs to me that the role of a tiny little insect crawling on the dirt
is equally important as my role in this universe.

My friend Sung and I have worked together now for four different companies.

We met almost a decade ago although it doesn’t seem that long and somehow we keep winding up in the same places. Some of that is happenstance and some of it design (I hired Sung to work for me in one company). I just really, really like being around him though. He appears as one of the quietest people to strangers but, when you get to know him you realize he has a wicked sense of humor, is incredibly warm and extremely talented. I worked with him again recently and it reminded me of just how much nicer the day is when you work around people you like.

My Miller moment.



Over the weekend I saw this picture taken by Phillip Marco Vallentin and couldn’t help but be reminded of Frank Miller’s Sin City. A few emails back and forth between Marco and I, resulted in me doing some quick fooling around with his photo to show him what I was talking about and I thought I would share the results.

Sending out well-wishes to my doppelganger.

“He will be leaving hospital imminently,” Robson said. “He is looking forward to getting back to teaching his young singing pupils as soon as he is out of hospital and next month plans to get back into his Modena recording studio to resume work on his new album of sacred songs.”

You’d have to read some of the comments to understand the in-joke but, nonetheless sending out get-well wishes to the man.

Smut dressed up as art.

So, I came across this item while I was looking around for the Phil Rizzuto stuff:

Zoo Weekly, a magazine which regularly features pictures of skimpily-dressed women, offered readers A$10,000 ($8,400) for “a boob job for your girlfriend.”

But the competition drew the ire of New South Wales state Gaming and Racing Minister Graham West, who ordered an investigation into whether the magazine had broken Lotteries laws forbidding the offer of cosmetic surgery as a prize.

So, I went around to the website and they had this little jewel posted (NSFW!):


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Now, from the title of this entry, you would think I have a problem with Smut.

Surprisingly enough, that’s not at all the case, I don’t have a problem with naked pics or naked pics that are meant to arouse. I don’t have a problem with art (except I wasn’t crazy about that poop Virgin Mary thing a few years back). Everything has its place in the world, certainly there is a discussion to be made about objectification, I seem to remember having a talk along those lines with a good friend recently.

I know there are groups of people in this world who simply don’t want to acknowledge that each of us has our own hard wiring when it comes to these things but, I figure if no one is getting hurt its okay - you can play dress up, pretend or what have you as long as all parties are agreeable to the situation.

What I really hate though is cheese.

Poorly executed, poorly done, unimaginative work done behind a veneer of high-mindedness. Plopping a guy down in a strange surrounding with a sketch pad and playing classical music underneath a running monologue does not elevate something to the level of ‘art.’ The only thing the video above made me do was go WTF?! But then, you can take a look for yourself and make your own decision.

Talk about your bad weeks.

He played for the New York Yankees for his entire 13-year career, one of the team’s most famous shortstops. His tenure with the Yankees was interrupted after 11 seasons, when he left to serve in World War II. His next career was a long and memorable one. From the Yankees broadcast booth, he called games on radio and television for the next 40 years.

I don’t like to make the blog into one of those things where I just talk about people who died, I like to think that every day brings into the world another person who will have great impact and make our planet a better place. It isn’t about being disrespectful or not missing people after their gone, as much as it is about looking towards a better future and keeping a more hopeful outlook on the world.

I loved Phil Rizzuto though.

I cannot tell you how many fond memories I have of listening to The Scooter broadcast Yankee games. He was so familiar, his humor and quirks so very endearing. Maybe he didn’t always get a player’s name right, maybe he flubbed on calling a play but, he always had a good humor about him and could manage to laugh at his own mistakes.

I’m really spoiled, I got to grow up listening to Phil Rizzuto, Bill White and Frank Messer broadcast the Yankees and Bob Murphy, Lindsay Nelson and Ralph Kiner broadcast Mets games. I can’t tell you what a treat that was.

Even in later years when the Yankees paired Phil Rizzuto with Tom Seaver, you could always hear the reverance and respect Seaver had for Rizzuto during the broadcast, Seaver playfully ribbing Rizzuto like an much beloved elder uncle. Whether it was the signature Holy Cow call, Phil’s mysterious 7th inning trips for coffee (to take him over the GW bridge to beat the traffic), his stories about his beloved Cora or even the way he managed to slip in the names of people and places that treated him well in his broadcasts - Phil was a special treasure to Yankee fans.

My cousin met him many years ago at a function and still talks about that day, a highpoint in his life. He said Phil Rizzuto was every bit as charming, every bit as gracious as the man we all got to know through his radio and TV broadcasts.

I’m not at all surprised and he’s another good soul who’ll I’ll miss.

Awwww... CRAP!

Days just pass by sometimes and I have been so busy today running around. It wasn’t until a short time ago I finally got around to checking out those places I usually surf over to on a daily basis. One such place is Mike Wieringo’s blog (you’ll see it in the sidebar). He’s a guy whose art I’ve loved for years and I haunt the blog regularly posting comments and such. A genuinely nice guy from all I hear and read, I was both shocked and very saddened to hear he died on Sunday of a heart attack at the age of 44! As a vegetarian and a man that took good care of himself it’s just shocking news. I guess it proves just how precious each and every day is. All I know though is I will miss a guy I never met, a person who bought a little brightness into my days with his artwork and who was taken from us way too soon. My prayers go out to his family, it is just sad news.

The parade begins!

Well, this week the first in a series of people coming to visit the Fortress of Solitude is about to arrive. Between people visiting and trips scheduled the next few months promise to be busy to say the least. The first guest up though is the lovely Alix who will be modeling for me and as a bit of a treat sent along the shot below guaranteed to make the heads of geeks everywhere explode with envy.


I thought it was funny as hell when I got it!

Cheapest iPhone ever?

Apple iPhones will be sold for only 99 cents to the first nine customers at the 25th Anniversary Celebration of the first 99 Cents Only Stores® on Thursday, August 9th, 2007. That's right, an Apple iPhone - $500 value - will be sold for only 99 cents, to emphasize that for twenty-five years, 99 Cents Only Stores® has never sold anything for more than 99 cents or raised its price! There is a limit of one iPhone per family/household and this special sale will only occur at the first 99 Cents Only Stores® located in Westchester, CA at 6854 La Tijera Boulevard.

The shape of things to come?

“While Wasp III weighs only 1 pound, it provides many advanced technologies proven to be of extraordinary value across U.S. military services. The Wasp III system can be operated with the same common ground control and user interface as AV’s Raven and Puma small UAS. This IDIQ is designed to enable other U.S. armed services to order these systems through the BLOS program, in addition to facilitating the procurement of BATMAV systems by the Air Force.”

I saw something of this on one of the History Channel shows (Mail Call I think) and have been tracking the company. Seems like an interesting solution but at the same time I wonder how long it will be before something like this is put into use by the police and organizations like the CIA.

No new tale to tell.

I’ve been so busy of late there hasn’t been so much time to post.

Generally it’s just added up to being too stressed out or too tired to get around to completing the big entries.

I could talk about the many houseguests scheduled to make their way to what has been characterized as the Fortress of Solitude and my frantic attempts to get at least a semblance of order around here in preparation for visitors. I could spend more time commenting on the lurker who still hasn’t taken the hint and haunts these environs from time to time (of course there are a few big guns in that regard, waiting for use). I could talk about the very serious prospect of going on staff at either of the places who seem very serious about coming to some kind of arrangement. I might even talk about the few freelance writing gigs I have to get moving on and get out the door but, right now just thinking about all these things makes me want to do one thing and that’s just take a nap.

One last one!



Mr. Green, he’s so serene, he’s got a TV in every room!

Another old favorite.



That still sounds pretty good!

PLAY! MAGIC FINGERS!


Purchased a bunch of Monkees songs through iTunes and just have to admit to loving this song. A little bit of fun for a Friday afternoon.

More about printers.

Did you know that many (in fact, most) color laser printers are spying on you whenever you print a document? Though you may not have heard the news, the discovery was announced in late 2005. Manufacturers embed a pattern of tiny yellow dots on printed pages. The dots are too small to be seen with the naked eye (especially since they’re yellow, see the above photo to see what they actually look like), but under a microscope and blue light they’re revealed.

All you would be counterfeiters should take pause or at the very least check out the list.

Makes a lot of sense.

I was reading this article today and if you are regularly in and around computers and printers you should check it out:

The upshot is that printer emissions should potentially be regulated much the way that auto emissions are, but even in the absence of government intervention, use common sense around your printer: Limit use when possible (tell the guy that prints out every single email to cut it out), sequester printers in their own rooms and away from workers, ventilate offices appropriately, and have your own air and printer tested before it becomes a serious health problem.

Rockstars of the future, volume 1.



My friend has two boys and the last time I was over the house, the boys came out and showed off their bass and guitar looking for all the world like up and coming rock stars. Thing is, they are both at that perfect age just on the precipice of junior high/high school and playing an instrument and being in a band just seems to me like it will wind up being so much fun for them! And the rub is that they’re good too! So this is the younger boy Nick and he’s now learning the drums as well. His older brother Chris plays bass among other instruments and I can’t help but think they will soon be awash in groupies, I am a bit envious! I told them I fully expect them to get me passes to their show once they make the big time!

Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?

So, someone asked me for the cheesiest pickup line I had ever heard/used. I don’t use pickup lines but, I’ve heard some clinkers. Thing is, since I don’t really use them it’s difficult to remember the exact wording of these things. Fortunately, we live in a day and age when there’s a thing like Wikipedia to point one in the right direction:

A pick-up line is intended to be short and easy method of “picking up” (i.e., engaging) another person for sex, romance,or dating. They are usually used to initiate a conversation (an opener). The line is usually brief, and is intended to display wit and arousal to its targeted listener. However, the very nature of pick-up lines, short and often crude, means that there is a low chance of success when they are used.

It was through Wikipedia that I came across The worst pick-up lines, if you have a few moments you’ll want to check it out. If you’re a guy just to see if you’ve used any of these in your arsenal and if your a gal if you’ve been subjected to these clunkers.

Seen recently, highly recommended.


Yes, it was termed a ‘chick flick’ but, it’s the kind of character driven movie Hollywood doesn’t seem to make much today and it’s a highly enjoyable watch.

There’s no getting around it: In Her Shoes is a “chick flick” — a term that even women use, if less pejoratively than men. Three top-billed actresses dominate, several early scenes are spent rooting around in clothes closets, and the key words in the movie's title are “her” and “shoes.” But even for the disinclined of the opposite sex, this is the most enjoyable film of its type in recent memory.

You don’t mess with Oscar.



“He doesn’t make too many mistakes. He seems to understand when patients are about to die,” said Dr. David Dosa in an interview. He describes the phenomenon in a poignant essay in Thursday’s issue of the New England Journal of Medicine.

More fodder for the eternal argument as to which domesticated creature is smarter, the cat or the dog.

Speaking of...



Well, I was going to use a certain word as a double entendre but, I’ll leave it up to the imagination. In the meantime, I’ll just open up a fresh box of kitty goodness! There is no escaping the gleeful enjoyment of the furry beast!

On a somewhat related note.

Before giving too much attention over to the stalker, I recently came across an article. It wasn’t altogether that surprising outside of the fact that it took as long as it did to come to light. You can only watch so many ‘To Catch A Predator’ segments on Dateline before being forced to acknowledge there is some kind of problem.

I had a discussion with a friend a short time ago. The mother of three kids - a teenage boy, a teenage girl and a young boy - she was talking about the plans the teenage daughter had for the summer. The plans included a trip to Paris and a prolonged stay out in the Hamptons serving as a babysitter. While my friend was more concerned about the Paris trip, specifically the plane ride, I was a bit surprised she hadn’t given much thought to the time spent by the girl unsupervised out in the Hamptons.

The discussion wound it’s way around to things like MySpace. I have to admit to being a bit amazed at the kind of things you will find on MySpace. This was more a confirmation of what I suspected and it should serve as a bit of a warning for any parent.

MySpace.com has found more than 29,000 registered sex offenders with profiles on the popular social networking Web site — more than four times the number cited by the company two months ago...

Get a life.

Date & Time: Jul/25 3:23 AM – Jul/24 11:01 PM – Jul/24 8:44 PM – Jul/24 6:55 PM – Jul/24 5:14 PM – Jul/24 5:04 PM

I mean honestly? Are you that needy? Do you really crave my attention so much? Don’t you think it’s time you sought out some kind of professional help?

Apples.


You like apples? How do you like them apples you nosy f**k?

Who you gonna call?


Driving around the other night, I was stunned when I found myself driving past the Ghostbuster’s car. I always wondered what happened to those guys after the second movie.

Baba O’Reilly speaks.

For me, you know that notion of teenage wasteland, it is about waste!

It’s not about getting wasted, it’s about waste!

It’s about wasted life, wasted opportunity, wasted years and I take full responsibility for the fact that my generation complained about the state of the planet and did nothing... to change it.

I was watching a DVD today on the story behind Who’s Next and Pete Townshend at one point was talking about Baba O’Reilly.

Crazy like a fox.

One day after Carlos Zambrano and Michael Barrett fought, Piniella got ejected after Angel Pagan got caught stealing third base in the eighth inning. The manager kicked dirt and tossed his cap several times.

Question is: Did he kick third-base umpire Mark Wegner, too?

Crew chief Bruce Froemming said yes. Piniella said no.

“He made physical contact with the third-base umpire,” Froemming told a pool reporter. “He made physical contact with his foot, and he kicked dirt on (Wegner) several times, and the rest was show-and-tell.”

Piniella countered: “Froemming is the one that put his hands on me.”

Froemming said he was simply trying to calm Piniella, who “just wouldn’t stop.” And Froemming planned to call Major League Baseball’s headquarters “immediately.”

That issue aside, Piniella did say this about the call against Pagan: “He looked safe from the dugout, but after I saw the play, the umpire had it right.”

After the game on June 2nd, the Cubs record was 22 and 31. They were a team 9 games below .500 with a long season ahead of them that was getting longer with each loss. The question was whether or not Sweet Lou had lost some of his magic. Could Lou’s act have already grown old and tired in Chicago? Were the years of managing Tampa Bay just too much to overcome?

It certainly didn’t look good for the Cubs. All that money spent in the off-season; resigning Wade Miller and Mark Prior, signing Alfonso Soriano for 8 years, signing Mark DeRosa, Jason Marquis, Cliff Floyd and Ted Lilly. Losing Mark Prior, Kerry Wood, Wade Miller for significant amounts of time. It certainly seemed as if no amount of money or change in the manager’s office would be able to get the Cubs back on course.

Four weeks though has a way of changing perspectives: One of the strangest months in recent Cubs history, which included fights among teammates, fights with other teams, ejections, suspensions and almost as many wins as they had the first two months of the season combined.

So, one of the most interesting stories of the ’07 baseball season may be the fortunes of Chicago’s team from the North Side. In a year when the Brewers are leading the NL Central it seems only fitting that the Cubbies should be nipping at their heels in the race for the division title and people in Chicago are starting to take notice:

This is all about the vintage work and relentless tinkering of Piniella, who surveyed the scene, took mental notes, weeded out undesirables, rewarded hustle and consistency and ignored clubhouse whispers that he was losing his club. He easily could have chucked it all and returned to the broadcast booth, but as he said when he was hired, this is his final job in a potential Hall of Fame managerial career. He left Seattle early and returned home to Tampa Bay. He left Tampa Bay early because the player payroll was lower than promised. But he wasn’t going to quit Cubdom, even if the scrutiny and pressures of a 98-year plague drove him daffy. “I didn’t come here just to make a little more money and go home when the time comes,” he said.

It’s a long way to September but, boy won’t it be fun if the Cubs are this season’s surprise team.

A far eastern meme.

Interesting.

Illegal immigrants in this country, like any other criminal, have an excuse for why they committed a crime. But if the tale is sad enough, should we forgive them for their original criminal act because they decide to behave? Should we allow them to take jobs away from law-abiding Americans and call them noble for doing so? How about we offer to pay their medical bills and send their children to college? If, in the course of providing these things, we find ourselves going broke, and we say to them, “Enough is enough, we cannot ignore your crimes any longer because it only encourages more criminals,” should we be surprised when these violators take to the streets demanding they be allowed to continue the way of life they have become accustomed to?

I was looking at a baseball article (on an ex-Met of all things) when I saw a sidebar link to a story labeled ‘I am a racist?’ It’s an interesting read if only because the author doesn’t fit into the box you would imagine them to. I think it emphasizes the broad range of views held in this country and how difficult it is to speculate on the opinions of segments of the population based around our own preconceptions.

In case you were wondering.

“There is a common misperception about how methane gets into the atmosphere,” he said. “It is actually through belching rather than the other end.”

Some of the information you find on the internet is just fascinating.

If you’ve got an extra 20 grand lying around.

Here’s a little more proof that you can buy just about anything on the internet. I came across this on Amazon.com, I was looking for information on a Segway and came across this:


he JL421 Badonkadonk is a completely unique, extremely rare land vehicle and battle tank. Designed with versatility in mind, the Donk can transport cargo or a crew of five internally or on the roof, and can be piloted from within the armored shell or from an exposed standing position through the hatch, thanks to special one-way steel mesh armor windows and a control stick that pivots up and down to allow piloting from the standing or seated positions. The interior is fully carpeted and cozy, with accent lighting and room for up to five people. A 400 watt premium sound system with PA is mounted to project sound both into the cabin and outward from behind the windows...

In case you think I don’t know what I’m talking about.

When it comes to baseball, I came across theis entry I wrote dated 10/17/03. The interesting thing about it is how some of the things I wrote about came to pass:

Good teams find ways to win and bad teams find ways to lose which is something the Cubs and the Red Sox proved this year. Grady Little probably sealed his fate by leaving Pedro Martinez in too long and from what I understand (and have read) the Red Sox could be overhauling their roster between now and next year. I figure Kim is gone (since he was left of the post season roster and greeted the beantown fans with the one finger salute) but, I would be focusing on pitching if I were Theo Epstein. Colon, Maddux and Schilling are all out there for the taking. Arizona wants to get rid of Schilling to free up money and Maddux and Colon are free agents. The Yankees have had great success pitching up older stud pitching and patching together a good rotation.

and in the same post:

Oh, and as far as the Mets go - I’m glad Gerry Hunsicker didn’t get the job - if I was the Wilpons, I’d be doing everything in my power to pry Omar Minaya back from the Expos.

I love a parade.

Where it’s at.

My Grant Morrison shot of the week.



Taken at the Mermaid parade last week, all I could think of was Grant Morrison’s run on the Doom Patrol.

In the can.

Aside from the fact the holiday is coming up, aside from the fact I have to get myself mentally prepared for motorcycle training school, aside from all these things that occupy daily life - if things have been a bit quiet around here it’s mainly because I have three other writing projects going simultaneously that are in various stages of development - there’s the work for a friend’s website, a special interest project I had been asked to write something for (that remotely has to do with Nazis), there’s the interview I have to finish preparing for with a long time favorite writer of mine for another site and then there’s the larger task of writing copy for a 36 film boxed set.

All this along with a few design projects that are cooking, various networking opportunities and a few other slow boiling projects. It looks like a very busy summer indeed!

Bad anniversaries.

I’m reposting this because I saw something that reminded me we are two years gone. My cousin’s daughter had a blurb up that acknowledged the anniversary of the day and how she still missed her dad - having lost my own father this year I wanted to repost this to acknowledge the family’s loss:

The empty seat at the table...

I don’t try to mark time so much presently. Days go by, running together, passing at a faster and faster rate. I succumb to the denial all manage as we grow older, the point where you’re not anticipating another birthday, just trying to ignore it. Oddly though, much as life may inevitably change - much as you try to resist change, constants are still in every person’s life to contrast that change. One such constant for me has been and remains seeing family at the holidays.

I’m not the baby of the family anymore, graduating to the ‘grown ups’ table long ago but unquestionably, comfort is still derived in being around ‘your people.’ People you know and love. People connected by the ties of blood or marriage who accompany you for the better part of your ride through life. People you see each and every year at certain times. Those who can recall a time when you weren’t marked by the bumps and bruises accumulated during your time here on earth.

Family is important. I find as I get older, it becomes even more important to me. I never thought of myself as having much in the way of family so, I am thankful for what little family I possess. Ironically, as I grow to enjoy being around my family more, there is less time left to me enjoy their company.

Each family has its own traditions. One of ours is the post meal card game. I couldn’t tell you when the game really started but, I do remember joining in somewhere during my late teens or early twenties. Being able to play in the game was a special privelege, a great boon if you would, a rite of passage from the recesses of childhood into the adult world. Accepted into the pantheon that was the core of players. Over the years some came, others went but, a select few of our number wound up sitting down after dinner and before coffee year in - year out. Admittedly as the number of games mounted, I found myself increasingly looking forward to each game. Our tradition, the menfolk sitting down, pretending to be big shots among one and other in our high stakes game of quarters.

Play cards with the same people through the years and you come to recognize the kind of player a person is. You get surprised every now and again but it doesn’t matter because the game itself, the banter, the company, just being there is what’s fun. Also, age becomes less of a barrier as you rack up time on the planet. A gap of ten or twenty years doesn’t mean as much as it did when you were younger. You start seeing people as they are rather than what you imagine them to be.



Well, we lost a player last week.

I’m not good enough to be able to do a man justice and sum up his life in a few sentences. What I can say is our last card game was at Christmas. Christmas was at Bob and Linda’s house. Bob broke out the new tabletop he had gotten for a gift from his son-in-law. He beamed with pride over the big holiday score, along with the nice set of chips, it wound up being a treat for all of us, a step closer to legimitizing our game. We played, we joked, we did all the same good natured ribbing of each other we all enjoyed.

I may be mistaken but, I’m thinking Bob was the big winner that day. Now, six short months later he is gone.

We went to visit him at the hospital last week - appropriately enough on the day where the sky opened up with rain. Bob had been asleep since Saturday and my cousin had been at his side standing vigil. It was tough on her, she had hardly been away from his side since he was admitted to the hospital almost two weeks prior but, you spend thirty years with someone I imagine you don’t ever want to ponder a day when they won’t be with you anymore.

Bob didn’t look at all like the smiling man who gleefully piled his chips before him. There was an ever increasing wall as his winnings mounted. The happy, vivacious charlatan has been spirited away and replaced by a small frail figure. Occasionally, his slight frame evidenced a great shudder showing the incredible weight of his illness. Sitting in the small room it was hard to reconcile the man I knew with the ravaged figure before me.

There wasn’t a shortage of people though, well-wishers, friends, family. People whose lives had been affected by Bob, by his energy, his joy of life. It is at these moments bearing witness to a person stirring the last embers of a precious fire before it dims, you confront mortality, you wonder what the measure of a person truly is. How can success or failure be measured? What is the legacy a person leaves behind?

Sitting in his hospital room and over the subsequent days after Bob’s passing I came to realize the measure of life’s wealth and simply put it is in the lives we touch. As the fates would have it, Bob turned out to be one of the wealthiest men I have ever had the privelege to know and he will be sorely missed.

They killed Farfour! YOU BASTARDS!

If you don’t know who Farfour is, I posted about him previously but you can take a look at the YouTube clip (which is actually quite funny).


However, on a much more solemn note, word reaches us today that Farfour has been killed!

In the final skit, “Farfour” was killed by an actor posing as an Israeli official trying to buy Farfour’s land. At one point, the mouse called the Israeli a “terrorist.”

“Farfour was martyred while defending his land,” said Sara, the teen presenter. He was killed “by the killers of children,” she added.

I know it’s taken very seriously by the people producing it but, it just shows how wacky they are.

Hard to believe.

You know, I was doing some looking around for material for an entry when I came across this gem - I just have a lot of trouble believing things like this still go on in the world:

Interviewer: Is female circumcision a regular thing for you people?

Villager: Yes.

Interviewer: Aren’t there people who refrain from circumcising [their girls]?

Villager: No, all women are circumcised.

Interviewer: So it’s a must...

Villager: Yes.

Interviewer: It has been said that circumcision is harmful to the girl’s health.

Villager: We have never prevented it, because a girl must be circumcised. She must. It doesn’t affect her at all. It would affect her if she didn’t. But this way, the girl becomes smart and calm, and then she grows tall and beautiful.

Interviewer: If she’s circumcised, she grows tall and beautiful?

Villager: Yes.

Apparently you can find all kinds of good clips from Arabic tv here.

I got this email.

And while I usually don’t post these things it does make a certain sense since if you leave stuff in a hot car (especially plastic stuff) it has a tendency to melt and it’s not hard to see where certain chemicals could leech into fluids contained inside.

Drinking Bottled Water Kept in Car....a friend whose mother recently got diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctor told her: women should not drink bottled water that has been left in a car. The doctor said that the heat and the plastic of the bottle have certain chemicals that can lead to breast cancer. So please be careful and do not drink that water bottle that has been left in a car and pass this on to all the women in your life. This information is the kind we need to know and be aware and just might save us!!!! The heat causes toxins from the plastic to leak into the water and they have found these toxins in breast tissue. Use a stainless steel Canteen or a glass bottle when you can!!!

A new Reverend Al.

Al Goldstein isn’t really relevant to a generation of people under the age of say 35 or so.

To a generation of people over that age though, Al was something of a pioneer in a lot of ways. People over 35 can still readily accept a world without cell phones, email and the Internet. In a world where easy access to pornography wasn’t readily available through the World Wide Web, the garish weekly Screw magazine and the late night cable show Midnight Blue were both forerunners of an underground scene that becomes ever more part of the mainstream daily.

“The World’s Greatest Newspaper” — was founded in 1968 by Al Goldstein. Begun as a response to a burgeoning sexual revolution and to the air-brushed soft-pedaled sexuality in magazines such as Playboy, Screw set out to be the most outrageous magazine of its type. Printed weekly in New York City, in tabloid form, it quickly succeeded, reaching a circulation of 500,000, and making armies of enemies among conservatives and the “moral hypocrites” in government that Screw had vowed to fight...

Screw is best known for its alarmingly frank representation of sex, in both lurid photographs and prose that has continually pushed close to the edges of protected speech. Founder Al Goldstein continually beat back the government forces that have tried to stifle him and has won a series of obscenity cases...

Screw is also legendary for its covers, which have featured a Who’s Who of American underground cartoonists, such as Robert Crumb, Vaughn Bodé, Wally Wood, and Danny Hellman.

After discovering Al’s blog, I find myself captivated by his take on the world - none of the piss and vinegar that made him such a charlatan back in those halcyon days has disappeared, if anything he is railing against the vagaries of life with an even louder and more indignant voice as exampled by this entry:

It has long been argued that only cowards kill themselves. The truth of that is self-evidenced by getting old and eating lunch at a senior citizen’s center. While slurping my pea soup along with these other dreadfully boring old fogies, death in my mind becomes an expensive cashmere blanket that will give me the peace and serenity I desperately long for. The greatest sin helps you forget everything you ever learned or read. I imagine the real joy is of it like a non-surgical frontal lobotomy that spares you the indignity of being discovered in a house of horrors.

If you have ever watched a loved one succumb to the vicissitudes of time, you can strongly identify with those words above.

The other thing I ran across when I was looking around for stuff for this entry was this:

When it’s time to think about a career change.

Become a Bounty Hunter, CSI, Accountant, Teacher, Eng., HR Mgr., Graphic Designer - Degrees online - Start now.

I’ve always been a big proponent of reading the writing on the wall. When you see your profession advertised in the same sentence as a Bounty Hunter, I think it becomes time for one to start thinking about a career change. Aside from the fact I would like to think design overall isn’t by necessity something everyone is capable of doing - it reminds me of all those old daytime commercials I used to see enticing a person with the line ‘You can drive a big rig!’ or ‘Become an air-conditioning mechanic!’

My sadistic glee.

“We are making a dent,” said Ontario police Cpl. Jeff Higbee. “But it’s summertime and… we expect to see more activity”

Reading the article referenced above, I felt a delicious glee and sense of satisfaction. I only wish they would do the same thing around my neighborhood. I live not to far from a park and the local streets sometimes can be the site of these loud, buzz-bomb sounding little heaps soaring their way through the neighborhood. Almost always they are smaller compacts and I get the sense the drivers have seen one of the 2 Fast 2 Furious movies one too many times.

Aside from the danger to other drivers and pedestrians (and there are a lot of kids around because of the park), I cannot begin to tell you how annoying it is for one of these idiots to decide to go roaring up the block around 1 in the morning in what is otherwise a very sedate and quiet area.

In a word, schmucks.

29 down, 21 to go.

create your own personalized map of the USA



Yes, I had to succumb - still so many more states to visit!

What are you doing this Saturday?

A group of us are going to check out the Mermaid Parade, drop me a line if you’ll be there and want to hook up!

Yellow schools of taxi fishes.


I took this shot and it reminded me of this tune.

The week that was.

Today, I get to go to another funeral. I don’t like going to these things but I heard this passage on NPR awhile back and it summed up things rather well and I think since I heard it I have tried to take those words to heart:

“Always go to the funeral” means that I have to do the right thing when I really, really don’t feel like it. I have to remind myself of it when I could make some small gesture, but I don’t really have to and I definitely don’t want to. I’m talking about those things that represent only inconvenience to me, but the world to the other guy. You know, the painfully under-attended birthday party. The hospital visit during happy hour. The Shiva call for one of my ex’s uncles. In my humdrum life, the daily battle hasn’t been good versus evil. It’s hardly so epic. Most days, my real battle is doing good versus doing nothing.

In this instance, I think it is a situation that underlines those sentiments. The person who passed was someone who I never really understood (neither of us spoke a common language) but, the family that survives is important to me. I go to try and be there for them.

It’s been a bad week in that way - I came into the week finally getting a project finished, a project that had consumed all my waking moments for the preceding several days as I tried to figure out the design problems it presented. I am happy with the end result but, after finishing one of these projects, I find it akin to eating a large meal in that I want to push myself away from the table and take a nap (even if only a figurative one) and have a day or two of getting back to normal.

I didn’t have that chance this week.

When I got into the week, already drained and found myself with committments on my time, I just wound up playing catch up over the next few days. The beginning of the week was supposed to be relagated to working on site for a long term client and as the week progressed it just didn’t happen because of one reason or another. I did wind up being there one day but, it was a brutally long day and I found myself walking back in my door after midnight.

Ah, and then there is the phantom stone. I am trying to figure if I passed a stone yesterday or if I was the recepient of some middle of the night kitty trampoline jumping. All I know is I am still sore on one side.

Still with everything that went on, the week was good. I’ve had better weeks and I’ve had worse but, I am coming to the conclusion that how I approach the world has as much to do with how bad things get as any external event.

Pssst...

Hey. C’mere.

Just between you and I, while there are a lot of people raging against the guy, will you admit how irrelevant the President is in our lives?

I seem to see a lot of electronic ink devoted to the topic regularly. Anger, anger, anger all directed at Alfred E. President but, I get the feeling sometimes like the nation is just holding its breath waiting for the next election to roll around so we can put this 8 years behind us.

8 years, wow!

Between Bush the senior, Clinton and Bush the Jr. that’s 20 years of my life gone. It’s hard to sometimes imagine a generation is coming of age and that is all they have known. Stop for a second and really give that some thought if you will. If a person was born in 1988 all they have known is a Bill sandwiched between a lot of Bush - seems like a healthy stripper metaphor is in there.

Even if they were born say around ’84, they can’t really have very clear memories of anyone before those three.

I imagine age gives you perspective, the first guy I can really remember was Nixon and I have vague memories of Johnson and his veep Humphrey (who ran against Tricky Dick in ’68). I survived Ford and Carter though both of whom I remember quite well and of course, Ronnie Rocket.

What I wonder about right now is the wave of nostalgia twenty years hence for the ‘good old days’ of the decade just after the millennium. It’s only in looking back we get a sense of the events we have lived through, we never seem able to recognize those trends while we are living them. What will the focus be on I wonder?

In the meantime, will somebody tell me why, oh why we are having debates between prospective candidates 15 to 16 months before any actual election takes place? By focusing so readily on the next presidential race, aren’t we in fact giving a pass to the people who are in office now in both the Executive and Legislative branches of government? Am I the only one who thinks this sideshow devoted to figuring out who the horses will be in the next Presidential race only serves to distract the country from taking care of the things it needs to address today?

Works for me.

Commissioner Bud Selig announced Wednesday that, once the Giants slugger retires, his name in the official MLB record books will be forever accompanied by an asterisk, followed by a pound sign and exclamation point, all preceded by the letter ‘F’—a string of characters that, according to Selig, “will always be associated with Barry Bonds.”

Of course since it is from the Onion one has to suppose it is hardly true although one can hope.

Creature comfort.



Creature comforts is running the next few weeks on CBS. Basically a rebroadcast updated with American voices it’s worth watching because it has truly funny moments.

Update.

I made an earlier remark about the redesign of Mike Wieringo’s site and surprisingly enough the top banner has since been changed.* It certainly looks a helluva lot nicer and is more in keeping with the style and character a guy who makes his living as a penciller (although I am somewhat mystified by the plural internet[s]). I still think the thing (header) is way too big.

What’s funny is there is a column for “ART,” that seems like it would lend itself to small sized versions of the draw to Mike’s site - the daily sketch. Linked to the larger versions he normally posted in the body of his old design would seem to be a good solution. I can’t help but think, taking the sketches out of the body of his blogging (text) would at least give some of what he writes an equal amount of significance. Even though I do visit to see his sketches I do enjoy reading what he has to say as well.

I guess it may be a work in progress, we’ll see. Also, he‘s got a Flickr stream up with color work (linked from his website) and the color stuff is just out and out spectacular, really worth a look!

*Further update - it appears the site has three rotating banners. I imagine it’s a question of waiting for the one to take precedence. Still thinking how the navigation isn’t as good as it used to be though.

A Monday roundup.

Looking through the traffic reports for the blog is always somewhat interesting.

I endeavor to be an equal opportunity offender. What I mean to say is, I think I am most successful if I can generate traffic across a broad spectrum of opinion and views. It won’t feel like I’ve totally arrived until I can get Warren Ellis to resume answering my emails (or at the very least link to me). Even getting Peter David to link here would be something of a victory (at least he does answer emails).

Fortunately people do link here and they get scads more traffic than my lonely corner of the internet could ever hope to generate. Even though I got dropped from Cherry Bomb’s selected set of links, sweet, sweet Alix (of We Could Be Naked) links here.

I even got a nice mention by Elayne in her blog this week for something I wrote, being linked to is an incredible measure of flattery (really!). That two people of disparate outlooks on life would link here is to me something even more of a victory because regardless of our differences we are united in the things we like more.

Some other things which are of note of late:

Vinnie shut down his blog for the summer and while it’s understandable (him wanting to take a break), it’s still disappointing because looking at his work is such a treat.

Mike Wieringo redesigned his website (and I still haven’t made the grade there linkwise).

In the process of redesigning though things have grown more cluttered (although his drawing is still a treat to look at). I don’t know what it is about it but, I liked some of the icons for his old site much better. Perhaps because the iconography for the old site was so uniquely his and didn’t look as generic as the new design does.

I looked again and realized too that it was a couple of things including the type treatment (having the top banner dominate much of the space above the fold). It’s one of those situations where you know criticism isn’t really welcome as much as fawning adoration but, I’ve included a link to show what I’m talking about. If you click through you see how the page comes up on my computer (and I’m using a big monitor) suffice to say it’s just a poor page layout.

(Just one more thing to put me on Mike’s sh*tlist)

Danielle Corsetto is trying to generate enough cash through donations to do Girls Without Slingshots five days a week. I just keep hoping she can find a print outlet for her work which will essentially achieve the same goal.

If you’re going to do something...

Do it right! If you haven’t seen this, you can be treated to the mother of all baseball manager tantrums. I imagine he didn’t like a call, the sense I get is the home plate umpire had a varying strike zone. Lou Pinella better watch out because there is a challenger to his title as baseball’s most fiery manager:

In case you missed it.

“You start to lose your memory, you start to lose your confidence, you start to lose your invention. So I think that's pretty much a closed book for me,” he said, referring to his screen acting career.

“I’m grateful for the other things that have come into my life,” he added.

I managed to see Paul Newman live in one of his last stage performances as the stage manager in Our Town at the Westport Community Playhouse and seeing one of our nation’s great actors close up in such a small venue in one of American Theater’s standards was nothing less than a tremendous treat.

Jeffrey DeMunn, Jayne Atkinson and Frank Converse have been confirmed for the cast of the Westport Country Playhouse revival of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town. They join the already-announced Paul Newman and Jane Curtin. James Naughton will direct the starry group.

The production will run June 5-22.

Curtin will play one of the four parents of the story’s central teenage sweethearts. Beyond "Saturday Night Live," Curtin is known for the sitcoms “Kate & Allie” and “Third Rock from the Sun” and an occasional stage turn in plays such as Love Letters.

It’s too bad Newman has decided to stop acting but understandable - he’s leaving big footprints behind for today’s actors to follow in though.

Masturbation and you.

You know when I was younger, I honestly thought there would come a day when I wouldn’t get horny. Actually, it was more that I thought I wouldn’t get as horny. The years have passed and the feeling doesn’t ever really go away. I wonder why that is sometimes, this tendency towards self abuse whose pull is so powerful (you know it wasn’t until I reread that I realized the horrible pun contained within).

Woody Allen said (in Annie Hall): Don’t knock masturbation — it’s sex with someone I love. As much as that may be true, I can’t help but feel I could put my time to better use though. If I somehow took all the time I have spent throughout my life “milking the lizard” as it has colorfully been referred to among friends and devoted the same amount of time to one of life’s great puzzles or some other problem that confronted humanity I think I would be famous by now and our collective lot would be a better one.

I don’t think Albert Einstein masturbated.


Well, actually I think he might have masturbated once but, just once and he had a really good orgasm and after that figuring it would tough to follow that up he just abstained. Hence we have E=Mc2.

Stephen Hawkins probably isn’t able to masturbate himself and look at what he’s able to come up with. Yes, if it wasn’t for masturbation we would be flying to the stars!

The reason I bring this up was because of a discussion I was having with someone today. The person was mentioning during the course of the conversation seeing an ad for Enzyte or some such other concoction guaranteed to give you a woody that could crack concrete.


If you not familiar with the Enzyte campaign (I don’t know maybe you’ve lived in a cave for the last few years), it has the ubiquitous Bob in each ad who goes everywhere with the same vacant smile plastered on his face (due to his constant state of arousal no doubt). The ad always extols the great virtues of Bob’s prowess when it comes to getting a boner and how he is the envy of his friends and neighbors. They go on to say how Bob’s wife is really happy but, I can’t help but think if Bob has been married for 10 or more years, she’s not so much happy because Bob has a boner as much as she is because she’s doing the pool boy on the side.

We spend a lot of time in this country focused on stiff dicks.

Besides the people in government.

In addition to Enzyte, you’ll see the campaign for Viagra too. More talk about a hard man being good to find. Thing is, we spend so much time focused on this nowadays, our obsession as a nation stands in marked contrast to our nation’s determination to put a man on the moon in the sixties. Yes instead of lifting our gaze skyward and pondering new vistas to explore, our country is pulling its pants out at the waist, discretely checking to see if we’re hard and wondering why we’re not if we’re not.


The funny thing about Viagra is they speak about one of the side effects being blindness.

Well, D’uh!

I mean I can remember my mother telling me for years I would go blind.

If you haven’t seen this.


It’s out on DVD now and I have to say I highly recommend it. I keep hoping it will make it to a regular series but seeing as how Peter Krauss is part of the cast on a new ABC show slated for the fall, it looks unlikely. Still it’s one of the more entertaining things I’ve seen over the last few months.

I’m putting this back up again.

Because I was flipping channels and Rock and Roll Circus was on which I am finally getting a chance to watch but, again this stands as one of the best performances by a band I have ever seen:

It’s like poetry.

It’s like being with a hooker when she asks if I want to pay another $100 for her to lick my asshole. Of course I am going to say yes. I guess that’s why my kitchen is filled with useless as-seen-on-TV Garlic Presses and Hot Dog Toasters that do not work.

You can’t make this stuff up. Nobody can turn a phrase like Al Goldstein.

Friday cat blogging gone terribly, terribly wrong!

photo © polyrealism

I give you Hitler-cat!

So very, very wrong but so very, very funny.