Forgot to mention I reviewed "Renegade". Read about a movie from 2004 you've never heard about!
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/8237237/renegade_requires_an_open_mind_about.html?cat=40
Ebert, take note!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Our Long National Nightmare Is Over: NFL Lockout Ending?
So I see the NFL lockout is apparently coming to an end. I'm ambivalent about this. On the one hand I'm glad to see pro football will play out its full season (minus the Hall of Fame Game, but that's mostly a ceremonial event anyway). On the other hand I have a morbid fascination with seeing the NFL season called off. I'm curious to see how the football junkies would react when their sports fix is yanked away. My guess is that people would adjust, life would go on, and dogs wouldn't necessarily shack up with cats.
Then again if the NFL was out of the picture for a year, Americans might start equating the term 'football' with soccer. And when the NFL returned they'd have to rename their league the NPSL -- the National Prolate Spheroid League. Because, as is common knowledge, the technical term for the shape of the American football is a 'prolate spheroid'. I know this for two reasons: One, because I just Googled it; and two, because everything you read on the Internet is true.
Anyway, with the lockout ending, at least we won't have to hear the breathless second by second updates on the situation being broadcast on every sports talk radio station out there. They almost have me believing all this stuff actually means something to anyone other than sports bettors. Don't take me for a cynic; I love football. Heck, the NFL and college football are examples of why the sport is the greatest game ever played by giant dudes tossing inflated pig bladders to each other
I still think the virtual players in Madden 2012 should go on strike.
Long live the NPSL!
Then again if the NFL was out of the picture for a year, Americans might start equating the term 'football' with soccer. And when the NFL returned they'd have to rename their league the NPSL -- the National Prolate Spheroid League. Because, as is common knowledge, the technical term for the shape of the American football is a 'prolate spheroid'. I know this for two reasons: One, because I just Googled it; and two, because everything you read on the Internet is true.
Anyway, with the lockout ending, at least we won't have to hear the breathless second by second updates on the situation being broadcast on every sports talk radio station out there. They almost have me believing all this stuff actually means something to anyone other than sports bettors. Don't take me for a cynic; I love football. Heck, the NFL and college football are examples of why the sport is the greatest game ever played by giant dudes tossing inflated pig bladders to each other
I still think the virtual players in Madden 2012 should go on strike.
Long live the NPSL!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Have We Entered The Pro Sports Matrix?
All right, this may not be an Old Testament dogs-living-with-cats type of crisis but it's still worthy of our concern: I'm worried that the NFL lockout might somehow 'jump species' from the real world to the virtual world of videogames. Should that happen, the virtual players of Madden 2012 would be locked out by the virtual owners of that game. In which case would a virtual NFL commissioner have to negotiate with a virtual players representative and a group of virtual attorneys? And could this happen with labor problems in the NBA and Major League Baseball ... then again, who cares about MLB so forget that one. It's virtually vexing, but we -- and pro sports --might be caught up in a 'is it real or is it the Matrix' type of conundrum. If so, who will be our Neo? More important, would he side with the players or the owners?
And you thought I had too much time on my hands.
And you thought I had too much time on my hands.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Initial Posting
Hello lads and ladettes, and welcome to my first-ever posting to my first ever blog. Now, I'd like to begin my saying that I have absolutely nothing to say. Nothing. Seriously. Not a single solitary thing. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. Give me a minute; a minute minute. And ... No. Nothing. Well, maybe this blog thing wasn't such an inspired idea. Yet I've read so many blogs where the whole screen was filled with words and the author still said absolutely nothing.
Perhaps I'll be the reverse. When I have nothing to say, I'll simply say I have nothing to say and leave it at that. After all, what possible point could there be in an author rambling on and on about how he has nothing to say. The very fact that they're rambling on about nothing in particular proves that they do, in fact, have something to say but they refuse to admit it. Moreover, they refuse to admit they're just wasting everybodys time by nattering on about how they have nothing to say. And in the end, they have wasted everybodys valuable time. Simply because they wanted to be clever and cover up the fact that they had nothing to say other than conjuring up some faux reason for explaining why they had nothing to say.
All of which could have been easily avoided had they simply owned up to the fact that they had nothing to say to begin with and left it at that. Which is what I have endeavored to do with this initial posting of Surreal Estate. I told you up front that I had nothing to say, and that was that. No time wasted, and we can all go on with our lives.
Please check back later as I will likely have something to say in future postings. I will deposit my postings like digital droppings on the information superhighway. Some will be small, some will be impressively large. Some will be difficult to squeze out while others will flow so freely you'll wonder if a pipe has burst. But all will be worthy of morbid fascination. And I will never blather on about nothing in particular. Ever. Seriously. That's it for now. Go on. No, really. It's over, done. Leave already.
Are you still here?
Perhaps I'll be the reverse. When I have nothing to say, I'll simply say I have nothing to say and leave it at that. After all, what possible point could there be in an author rambling on and on about how he has nothing to say. The very fact that they're rambling on about nothing in particular proves that they do, in fact, have something to say but they refuse to admit it. Moreover, they refuse to admit they're just wasting everybodys time by nattering on about how they have nothing to say. And in the end, they have wasted everybodys valuable time. Simply because they wanted to be clever and cover up the fact that they had nothing to say other than conjuring up some faux reason for explaining why they had nothing to say.
All of which could have been easily avoided had they simply owned up to the fact that they had nothing to say to begin with and left it at that. Which is what I have endeavored to do with this initial posting of Surreal Estate. I told you up front that I had nothing to say, and that was that. No time wasted, and we can all go on with our lives.
Please check back later as I will likely have something to say in future postings. I will deposit my postings like digital droppings on the information superhighway. Some will be small, some will be impressively large. Some will be difficult to squeze out while others will flow so freely you'll wonder if a pipe has burst. But all will be worthy of morbid fascination. And I will never blather on about nothing in particular. Ever. Seriously. That's it for now. Go on. No, really. It's over, done. Leave already.
Are you still here?
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