Haven't felt the need to write much
Fantasy football
dating (ok, I'm kidding on that one)
reassessing my life (hardly)
enjoying my own space for the first time in 7 years? (Maybe....)
I know, I know, I still 'owe' the posting about hitting the unfriend button on facebook, and it will happen, but for now, I've got some things to clear off the ol' tabs on the top of my outdated Mozilla Firefox browser. So here we go, on to some links for y'all to read...
According to certain job sites, I should be fine because I have a degree in accounting. Yet I have no desire to be a CPA (Certified Public Accountant). Job security is great, but loving-hell, liking-what you do is far more important to me than security. More on my job in a minute.
I'm reminded of a phrase I was told on more than one occasion by my folks-"You know what cool means? Not so hot!" I'm so happy to be 35 and not give a crap what others think of my style, my dress, my taste in music. In that light, I think I'd fit right in with this article...
Shocking! Georgetown can handle being shoved around...granted, the guy from the opponents jumping on someone's chest is a bit much...but why go to a communist nation to play basketball? Wasn't there a tournament in Toronto or somewhere else that our polite friends to the north would have invited the kids from DC to? Just askin'.
God how much I hate the NCAA. Ohio State gets a slap on the wrist, Boise State is in big trouble for $43, the President at The U. keeps telling me the sky isn't falling (with all due respect, and I mean this in the most non-sexist way to Donna Shalala-sweetie, it's time to go, seriously), and the douchebags in power may, just may, let a kid get cream cheese on their bagel. Hallej-freakin-lujah!! Meanwhile, Jason Whitlock decides to call out the dirtbag who blew the whistle on Miami, amongst other things. I'm glad I read it, it makes me question all sorts of things. I have a question-why is this guy Nevin Shapiro credible?
There's poor sportsmanship, there's low-class, then there's poor form. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the New York Islanders.
Speaking of the NHL, I hope and pray you get to lead a normal life, Bruins Center Marc Savard.
Anyone else think the NHL may have an issue on its hands when 3 'enforcers' are found dead and all 3 are reported to have some type of depression? Add to it that Savard will probably never play again and NHL spokesman/ambassador/leading all-star vote getter Sidney Crosby is still feeling post concussion symptoms?
Now while I do love me the redneck soap opera (you call it wrestling, I'll call it what I want to), I was saddened after reading this story on Ric Flair ('WHOOOO!!!!'). Dude is 62 and pretty much has to wrestle to pay of debts and alimony. Uh, someone tell Ric to stop getting married, it's not a good fit for him.
Donate, go for a visit, put this place on your daily clicks, I don't care. As someone that visited the Negro Leagues Museum last summer, I couldn't recommend it anymore to someone who cares about the history of sport and what it means to a city. Kansas City has a great ballpark, nice people, phenomenal BBQ, and a place where you can see baseball history and its tie to the local jazz scene, which was THE place to be. What you will see and take from that place is up to you, but I can say that I only have the pro football hall of fame to cross off my list, and this place I would take my anyone to see before I took them to Cooperstown if I had my choice.
The CEO of Starbucks, Howard Schultz, has an idea that I want all of us to follow. I'm beyond tired of partisan politics in Washington. I'm tired of the President going on vacation, playing golf and making jokes at the expense of those that are still out of work. I'm disappointed and pissed at so-called Republicans who didn't have the balls/guts/spine to tell the rest of the country that they don't get anymore money until they figure out how to spend it. And I know I'm not the only one. I'm exhausted looking at my finances, or lack thereof, every damn month while watching these buffoons point fingers at each other. Clearly, be it an R- or a D- in front of their name, they are only interested in telling us whose fault it is, instead of drawing a line in the sand and saying "NO". Meanwhile, the rest of us get raped every check.
While I'm on this little tirade, someone put Warren Buffett out to pasture. His sweet little antiquated notion that rich people can pay more is a fucking joke. Where was this crap 3 years ago? 15? Warren, feel free to stroke as big of a check as you want to the IRS, they don't turn down the money. Warren has been having a nice time collecting dividends for a few decades now. And now that he's an economic advisor to the President he can pipe in? WRONG! First, what's rich? Second, who decides-not only what rich is but what the hell 'their fair share' means? Third, is there going to be a statute of limitations on the generations of folks who are on the government teet? And lastly, who made the old coot from Omaha the smartest guy? Didn't he just appoint someone who bilked his company out of millions? Buh-bye Warren, have a great time with your thumb up your ass at CornHolers games. Moron.
Anyone else saddened by the commercialization of 9/11 that is showing up on the 10 year anniversary? I want to throw up more now than I did when network news decided to keep showing the 2nd plane running into the WTC. I'm not here to get into whose fault it was/is, who is trying to rewrite history, or anything of that nature. I'm just offended that some asshole on Madison Avenue thought of a way to make money off of this attack on my country's soil, when the wound is so not even close to being healed.
Dating? BWAHAHAHAHAHA. I went on one, so that should shut you jackals up for awhile. I carried a conversation for damn near 2 hours. Wanna know what she brought to the party? "You're funny, you know that?" Yup, I'm aware I make some folks laugh. No need to call her ever again, talking to her was like watching paint dry.
My job? Sucks, thanks for asking. But you should be seeing an article from me about why it sucks and my suggestions. It boils down to this-I have tired of the escalation path and the idea that apparently that is always how it has been done. If it's broken, fix it. It's like these folks honestly sit there in the middle of a burning building and decide they just need to jiggle the handle on the toilet and all will be well. No business gets done, or at least done well, when all everyone is doing is putting out fires. I'd like to think I have a pretty good business mind, and it's going to waste in the giant corporation cubicle farm.
So what do I do? Well, I try to offer solutions. And when that fails, as it has numerous times, I look for other outlets. Like another job. And? Oh, I've signed up for a comedy writing class. I do hope to get over the jitters and gain some sense of confidence by my 36th birthday.
Katt Williams, don't ever apologize for calling it right.
Anyone in Boston that reads this, pass along this note to the human gas pump, John Lackey-your body language sucks, and if I were your teammate, I would have spoken to you about it already. If you refuse to stop acting like an asshole, I'm knocking you out. How can anyone want to play hard behind that guy when his ERA is over 6 and he gives his own teammates a bronx cheer once a game? I said the guy was a horrid signing 2 winters ago, and I stand by that statement. Shitty ERA is one thing, but being an awful teammate just adds an element of douchebaggery that is unnecessary, right?
My last note for the evening is this-Happy Birthday to my baby brother, Ryan Joseph. While I have bitched and moaned and wanted to knock his ass out-I love the kid. I hope now that he is 30 he realizes how much time he doesn't have left on this big blue dot, gets his act together and owns his life. Accountability is the gift I wish I could give him. And here's a picture of my little clan in NH....
----------------Now playing: The Procussions - Wegotta
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