Just to remember

"Brownie, you're doing a heckuva job"

Man of your Fantasy...

...football.

I am strongly considering starting up a fantasy football website. You know those types with the weekly rankings of players, columns telling you who to bail on, and who to keep. (whom? I guess the first person I ask to help me needs to be an editor.)

I think if it was done with humor, some explanation of items, and was updated every week without fail, it would be fun to do, fun to see how many hits I got, and it would be something for the group of guys I play FF with to do.

We talk all day all week about it anyway, we might as well publish our thoughts for the consumption of the masses. Now, I only need to think of hoe to get it out TO the masses. Just publishing a website doesn't get it. Gotta publicize.

Also, I need a name. Any suggestions? I kinda want to make sure that whatever I come up with doesn't sound too much like I’m serving the community of men who prefer the company of other men to the company of women. Not that there is anything wrong with that, its just not really what the site would be about. Just football.

Or maybe eventually a little on basketball and hockey and baseball. Especially if Greg Malek is gonna help. He knows a lot about that, and I seem to be doing awfully well in my leagues this year.

Should be fun. Now, I just need someone to remind me about this around June, when I'd need to begin working on it.

Senses in conflict

I don't know about your place of employment but at my work the bathroom, from the hours of 1 till 3, is occupied by a steady stream of employees making room for their freshly consumed lunches by emptying their toxic bowels in rapid fire succession into the white porcelain receptacles, on seats already warm from the previous occupant. Rolls of paper are dispatched for their noble duty of removing the offending matter, one after another, several gone in a mere couple of hours.

All this while, not but maybe ten feet away, folks ramble in to brush their teeth. I probably don’t need to detail for you the noxious fumes emitting from the stalls in the same room. How on earth could someone open their mouth in this place, much less engage in the activity of attempting to clean one’s teeth? I’d feel dirtier after brushing basically inside the porta-potty than if I had just left my garlic and onion breath to coat the receiver on my desk phone.

There should be a separate place for the teeth brushing, or at least people should do this at their desks with a bottle of water.

Blech.

Aaron Burr the way I'm droppin Hamiltons

Sometimes, things are just too funny, too awesome to not share.

The lyrics are amazing.

Lazy Sunday

Tired of the hate.

MAN am i tired fo hearing how badly Vick "has to go." Chicago is a team with a phenominal defense, playing outdoors in subfreezing temps. The better D always wins those games, but some fans and haters expected Vick to fly around th eplace and singlehandedly beat the Bears at their own game in their house. Hey, speaking of uneducated people speaking about football...

Sure is nice to see all the Vick love in this city. (Sarcasm. If I hear Scaub for QB again, with Vick still upright, I'm gonna stab someone in the ear with a philips screwdriver.) Why so littl elove for Vick? A guy comes to a team and turns them from a boring, losing team, into one of the most exciting. A guy who turns a perennial losing franchise into one who expects to make the playoffs. A guy who wins 67% of games he starts over his entire career.

2005: 8-5
2004: 11-3
2003: 3-1 (injury)
2002: 8-5-1
2001: 1-1

Overall: 31-15-1

He's never had a losing season!

If you except his Junior and Senior year of college (2001 and 2002 would have been, had he not left early) he is 22-9 as a starter. Winning 71% of his games.

In no way is a QB who rushes for almost 3,000 yards and 20TDs, who wins the vast majority of the time, overrated.

If the NFL's team rosters were all dissolved today, and the entire league re-drafted, Vick would be one of the top 3 QBs taken. He is only 25, people. Don’t give up on him yet. He still has the capacity to learn and get better. Which is a scary thing. Imagine if he had a WR on his team that could make another NFL team’s roster. Wouldn’t that be scary too?

Go ahead and write off Vick. He will burn you.

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Though, I will go ahead and say... goodbye 2005 playoffs. It was nice having planned to meet you. Hopefully you have great success, and the next playoffs that come along will like us better. Good luck. Enjoy the Colts and Seahawks.

Oh, and I've said it before, and will say it again. Unless the Seahawks make it, this year will be the worst team to make the Super Bowl from the NFC since 1984

UPDATE: PC Deals

In this post I told you about my coolio computer deal/mistake from OfficeMAX:
Wednesday, November 09, 2005 - PC Deals

Well, it gets better.

Being three weeks after my order date, I get curious and call to see why my computer isn't at my door step. (actually Danielle called for me, wonderful wife that she is. So I'm lazy. So what, so are you.)

They say that they don't show the system in their 'pending orders' so they aren't sure. But they got a PC delivered to them a week or so ago that no one ever picked up. The woman on the phone surmises this must be my computer, since they haven’t been able to reach anyone to pick it up. I hear this story, and begin to wonder. Will this PC actually be the one I ordered? Or will it be someone else's who came in because of the sale price but ordered the base computer, and now I’ll have lost my upgrade to 512 of RAM? Worth a visit to the store to see. I pack up both the white AND the yellow receipts and head off to the store.

When I get there, I recognize no one form my previous 3 visits to this store, all under a month ago. The manager I'm speaking with is apparently the woman Danielle spoke with on the phone, cause she seems to know what I'm asking about. She takes my receipt bundle, and goes behind the counter. She looks around, goes into a back room, comes out, looks under the counter, goes back in to the room, then finally drags out a cardboard box about the size you'd have to use to bury an old microwave oven.

"Do you know a Kevin... Kevin..." her eyes scan the box. I strongly resist the urge to say Federline, but I'm gay just for knowing that name in the first place, I don't need to say it out loud. “Broksille?”

I’m thinking that’s not even a real name, and she’s just butchered some poor guy’s barely ethnic name. None of this is pertinent to my answering the question, though. “Nope. Don’t know him.”

“OK, well this is the name on the box. Don’t know why it got shipped here, but we’ve called this Kevin several times, and none of the numbers seem to be any good. I think this computer must be yours.”

I fail to see why the fact that Kevin’s ex-wife took him to the cleaners and gets more than half of his take home pay for the kids in the divorce so he had to pay his phone bill late so they had turned it off makes his computer mine, but I’m not one to argue. “OK, if you say so.”

“Yeah, this UPC and this one match from your receipt, so this has got to be your computer.” She drags the box around the counter towards me. I see now that it is not only the knee-high box, but also one on top of it about the size of, ohhh.. I don’t know.. a flat screen monitor?

“Are these both mine?”

“Yep, both boxes are yours.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be taking someone else’s stuff.”

“Nope, that’s all yours.” I ask her if I need to sign anything, or if I need a pick up receipt and she assures me that I am done. She thanks me for coming in and waves her hand. For some reason. She is standing three feet away from me. I suppose this means, “now, get the fuck out of my store.” I have no idea. Nor do I care. I hike up the two boxes, and walk them out to my car.

Once home, I tear into them and find that, yes, I have been given the 15” HP flat panel monitor that was originally sold as part of this package. I was refunded, resold, upgraded and given a 19” ViewSonic, but here lies another monitor. Easy decision – the 19” goes upstairs to my machine, and this little gem, that matches in its silver tones so perfectly will find its homestead on the kitchen desk.

I open the CPU box, take out the keyboard box, mouse, documentation box, (why doesn’t anything come with the software anymore? This drives me crazy. How am I supposed to reload my sister’s laptop if my new desktop doesn’t come with any software? Oh, wait. I see. I believe I just answered my own question.) and all other boxes and packing material and pull out the silvery HP PC. Looks nice. I put it up on my coffee table and open the side to check out the innards like a ravenous vulture.

Whoa. This hard drive is an 80 gig. That’s not one SIM of memory, its two. How many megs are they? 512 each. Wait, this CD drive isn’t just a reader… the door says it is a DVD writer. What a cool little block this is in the accessory slot- a memory card reader for all type of digital camera cards. How fancy.

I prepare to install my wireless card in it to get it on the network, and I notice it also has a built-in network card, in case I need to run a wire network connector to it. Sweet.

I get it set up, plugged and ready to rock. Damn this set is fast. Its not theoretically as fast as mine upstairs, but boy, a brand new computer sure is blazing. No spare DLLs, no HP printer drivers running all the time, no memory hogs in start up. Very nice.

So, the end of my computer story is this:

For $279 I received:

HP Pavilion a1110y Desktop with Intel Pentium 4 516 (2.93GHz, 533MHz FSB)
1GB DDR2-400MHz SDRAM (2x512)
80GB 7200 rpm SATA Hard Drive
16x max. DVD-R, CD-R Drive
Memory Card input
15” HP flat panel monitor
19” ViewSonic flat panel monitor

I think I just might have gotten my money’s worth here.

Icy Mix

Today is a perfect example of why telecommuting should be required by law, or at least encouraged with heavy tax breaks.

Music Signature

"What type of music do you like?"

"Oh.. all kinds."

"Bullshit."

This is how, or at least how most conversations about music SHOULD go. Everyone says all kinds. But they dont mean experimental Jazz fusion, country, big band, crunk rap, folk, swing, emo, techno and bengali belly-dance music. They mean, they have thre or four types that their music is in, with several sub types, but they like to pretend they like everything.

How to solve theis quandry? How about a clip from your most played or highest rated songs, all mashed together? This could tell soemeone what you listen to, right? Well, it does.

The iTunes Signature Maker is a cool little web app that looks through your iTunes, take snips of some of your fav songs, and makes a little mashup of your own stuff.

I found it to be a little random. It got some songs from duplicate artists, which doesnt bother me, but the artists it duped aren't nessesarily my favs. But, overall, i like the clip it made.

You can hear my clip here.

Listen before you look at the breakdown, and see what you can recognize. It was tough for me, but i hear most of them, now that I look at the list.

Again, this list was randomly generated by the program, not picked by me.

Everything In Its Right Place
Radiohead
Kid A

Laffy Taffy
D4L

Axel F
Harold Faltermayer

Love for me Girl
50 Cent

Whatever (I Had A Dream)
Butthole Surfers
Romeo and Juliet Soundtrack

Soul Meets Body
Death Cab For Cutie
Plans

Blue Orchid
The White Stripes
Get Behind Me Satan

Shine A Light
Wolf Parade

To All the Girls
Beastie Boys
Paul's Boutique

Landslide
Smashing Pumpkins
Greatest Hits

Killer Inside Me
MC 900 Ft Jesus
Welcome To My Dream

Black Star
Radiohead
The Bends

Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine
The Killers
Hot Fuss

Death Cab For Cutie
the employment pages

Hello Kitty Kat
Smashing Pumpkins
Pisces Iscariot

MinceMeat
Dangerdoom
The Mouse and the Mask

I'll Believe In Anything
Wolf Parade
Apologies To The Queen Mary

Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)
Digable Planets

Birdhouse in Your Soul
They Might Be Giants
Flood

Rockit
Herbie Hancock