“And we let them off the hook!”
The Sox were who we thought they were.
Two Years of iPhone-ness
Was it really two years ago today? And what becomes of my contract?
I’m just about ready to upgrade to the 3GS, but I am laming out on that because OS 3.0 suffices my needs. I just like the newer camera, but I’m planning to upgrade my own Panasonic digital camera, so it is not imperative that I get the 3GS.
Link of the Day [6.29.09]
A few weeks back, me and Marge from the FishTank went to catch Seattle at Baltimore down at the yard. We got very good seats. The best ever.
I went, because I wanted to see two future Hall of Famers, Ken Griffey, Jr. and Ichiro. Although, Griffey is no longer the kid, and he did not have a good outing, going 0 for 3 with a walk (I think), it’s still good to see the last of the great Mariners play. Then there is Ichiro. Ichiro! He’s awesome. He hit a double that looked to be a homer into deep right center. There’s no one who’s a better hitting machine than him. And he’s got a cannon for an arm. He threw a frozen rope from the corner in right field to home plate. Wow! Ichiro!
The home team lost that night, but it was a fun time.
I wore my Ichiro jersey and cheered for him whenever he was up. On the way home, Seattle fans were cheering. One of them saw my jersey. He looked at me and began to cheer again, “Mari-?” He saw my Orioles cap. “Hunh?” The look of confusion on his face was priceless. “WTF?!”
Anyway, watching Ichiro play is just about the best thing in baseball.
The Hangover
The Hangover is rather dark for a summer movie. It’s no light-hearted romp through a bunch of friends bachelor weekend in Vegas, but a delving in the disturbance in men’s souls as they are freed from the nagging and the loving of women. It was almost too dark to enjoy on a lazy Sunday, but with some easy jokes, it doesn’t bum your day out.
3 of 5 stars.
“Remember the Time”
In college, the first one, I had a real good friend whom I ate dinner with. She would usually drop by my dorm room to pick me up, and I would usually be watching MTV. That’s what you did as a college student watch television. And drink heavily, but that is another story.
It always seems she dropped by whenever Michael Jackson’s video would be on. First, it would be that morphing video for “Black or White.” White guys turning into black girls with the asian dude thrown in as an afterthought. Next, it would be “Remember the Time.” She would note that Eddie Murphy hadn’t done anything in a while and that Imam is not as hot as Naomi Campbell. Then she would say that Magic Johnson should not wear those Egyptian clothes at all because his knees look funny. Then we would laugh as Jackson would turn into a million balls. He was always a showman.
And he’s gone. At 50.
RIP Michael Jackson. You moonwalked into music history. Pop music is officially dead. Long live the King of Pop.
5 More
The Academy has gone to 10 Best Picture nominees instead of the usual 5. Isn’t 10 too much to choose from? And will it have even more suckier films to choose?
The Academy should just take a page from the Globes and have different categories for Best Picture. Best Picture for Drama. Best Picture for Comedy. Best Picture for Impenetrable Foreign Film. Best Picture for Will Ferrell Comedies. Best Picture for Lame Action Movies. Best Picture for Non-lame Action Movies. Such and such.
This will make creating the spreadsheet for BrowserMetrics Annual Oscar Pool a little bit more inconvenient.
Is 10 too much? I think 7 would’ve been ideal.
Sport Around the World
US 2 – Spain 0 in a Confederation Cup semi-final. US makes it into a final of an actual tournament. They do it by beating the best team in the world. Woohoo!
Orioles 2 – Marlins 4. WTF! They can sweep the defending national champs, but not a somewhat sorry team.
10 miles of flat
10 miles of flat
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I haven’t been cycling in a while.
I was supposed to be at 500+ miles. I’m only reaching 350. What happened?
It’s been great weather for the past week, and I decide to take advantage of it by going on a bike ride. If it’s Wednesday, it’s distance day. That means NCR trail. I’ve been twice this year. Each time making it to a different mile marker: 11 then 15. Now I aimed for 17 which will make it about 34 miles. Not the longest I’ve gone out this year, but it has been a while for a ride.
When you go north on the NCR it starts off slightly down hill. It’s nice. About past White Hall, it levels out and around the 13 mile mark, it’s uphill. I hate it, because I slow down. I’m going slower this year by about half an mph. I don’t know why. It could be the 3 lbs I’m carrying or it could be the fact that I’m getting older and out of shape quicker. It’s just so depressing. The slower you go the longer it takes you to get there.
So distance day is always trying to gauge comfort in the saddle. I hate it.
I make it to mile marker 17 and turn around. I’m cruising down the slight decline. The I notice a weird noise. The air is slowly leaking out over a mile. I’m just short of 13 miles. I’m short of Monkton. It plain sucks. No one has a pump. And when I do find some helpful guy, my tube is toast.
I huff it at 11 mph for the last 10 miles. It sucks. I have to get it fixed. The damage: 34 miles in 3 hours. The last hour is nothing but plodding on a flat.
2 more to Mason-Dixon
2 more to Mason-Dixon
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