The Kid A Thief

...this is the kind of day were as you are washing dishes and looking outside at the blowing leaves between the house and the neighbors, you wish Radiohead had a new album...

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Whether or not you believe it...Bob Villa cares about what you do with the extra lumber you have lying around.

Television: just another pointless observation

So I'm stricken with allergy's from the depths. These are the worst. The kind were if you go outside for more than a few seconds, you're throat is coated with an insatiable itch that can not be scratched. So, I am mostly confined to the house. I can be a homebody, but even I have limits. I've been watching a lot of television. I'm probably catching up on the years I didn't in college or something. I mostly watch sports. Tonight I had the Ku football game on the radio in the laundry room, and was flipping back and forth between various other college football teams on the boob tube. I also watched the Women's U.S. Open, something I've never done. I've actually been watching a lot of tennis lately. This might be because when I'm over at Shua's house, he usually has it on; or just because I've been watching just about any sport on tv. Me like this tennis sometime. It's exciting when it's close, and in a tournament, but it can never outmatch the passion of Futbol. Oh yeah, I was gonna make that a whole topic. I totally got the Futbol bug again. Anticipating my brother's first soccer match as a head coach probably got me back on the kick (no pun intended). The night before I watched the 2002 World Cup quarter final between the U.S. and Germany. I was so into it, I had trouble sleeping (also still a little worked up about the hand ball in the goal box that prevented the U.S. from tieing the game, and possiblly winning it as they did the unthinkable by completely out-playing the German side). The next day my brother's high school team lost 0-1, just like the game I had watched the night before, and just like in the World Cup game, my brother's "boys" outplayed their opponents. Fortunately on friday night he got his first win with a 3-0 shalacking. I stood on his kid's side and humorously, and proudly observed his coaching, and his enthusiastic kids eager to turn around their teams mediocre past. I'm totally into this soccer fever again. I want to watch every game.
Of course, it's obvious to point out that NFL American Football starts tommorow, which I'm also excited about. I love the Chiefs. One thing my years in Wichita of all towns taught me was to love the Chiefs. Many a game were spent on the "upper deck" of matt's couches rooting my hereos in Marc Boerigter, Tony Richardson,
Willie Roaf, Priest Holmes, and the rest of the boys.
I realize at this point my post is turning more into an indictment of my sports addiction/distraction from other things, and not about tv in general. The funny thing is I just had one thought about tv I wanted to share, and I though that would get my editorial rolling. I will not change it at this point. This is the beauty (or manly manliness) of my blog, which is the Land Locked Pirate in a nutshell. Random coincedences, random observations, and RARELY what I intended it to be.
Anyway, tonight I was watching the Nebraska Cornhuskers, (and listening to Ku in the background, because, of course my teams are not on tv) some journalist's were interviewing the parents or family (i had the volume off, so i really don't know who they were) and literally during the interview the kid they were referring to sustained what looked like a serious injury. In and of itself, that has never happened, that I know of. But what did the directors decide to do? Keep the freaking camera right in the mother's horrified face as her presumed son lay on the field in pain. She was so upset that she had her face hidden in another (assumed) son's chest, unable to watch. But we, the viewer were allowed an unflinching look at her pain. Strange, and kind of grotesque I thought. Also ironic, and frustrating, that whenever their is a scuffle or a fight on the field, even though that is the most immediate thing happening in the event beign broadcasted, the directors and camera operators will bend over backwards to not show us what's going on, even though we ALL KNOW THEY ARE FIGHTING! Why do they not want us to see that? Surely their not afraid of indecency, holy crap look at our.....(at this point andy got mad at himself for coming SO close to using the word "Society" and the downward spiral the post would inevitably take, so he stopped and got some water to drink thus ending this post in the most unusual manner...

...And now, we shall retire to the parlor for more pleasentries...

The End of Tonight

It's almost midnight. I'm sitting at the computer (obviously) wishing I had something really on my mind to share with you, instead of using this space and time for some sort of free association/catharsis like I often do. Sometimes I just start typing for no reason, and see were it goes.
I do wish we would soon see an end to the suffering in the south due to the hurricane. Lately, as I watch the news, I just find myself angry, not sad as I was yesterday about the whole mess. I can't imagine the frustration of those waiting for some kind of help. It's better right now in my opinion to not try to figure out who to blame, and who to be mad for not helping us (i do get pretty pissed at our lack of international help from those we have helped). Obviously, at the moment the best thing that can be done is to 1. pray 2. give money 3. if able, do the blood thing. I did 1 and 2, but think 3 might not be good for me at the moment.
I was gonna go on and on about something, but after talking about the Hurrican situation, it seems like a mut point. www.worldvision.com or redcross.com whatever makes you comfortable.

The Hear, the Now

I wish I could do this in real time. Today I think I might have the best job ever. I just sit at a desk with internet capabilities, and occasionally sell people something they want, bus passes. It's raining today, so there are more people who want them. It only interupts my random fact searching, and emailing you, dear readers. Today I learned about Alexander the great. I recently watched "Alexander", and I could go on and on about a few scenes I liked, but a mostly dissapointing movie, yet not as bad as the media machine will tell you. It did get me re-interested in ancient history. I started rewatching "Alexander" yesterday afternoon with the directors commentary. I think these are a great asset, but also kind of a way to waste more time on movies that may or may not be worth watching to begin with. In "Alexander"'s case, it was giving the director a chance to explain himself. Three cheers go to mr. Oliver Stone for tackling such an expansive story, maybe i'll give you two stars for the finished product. Sorry, I did really like the scene with the elephant's and the horses that were scared of them. That, was pretty realistic (except for the over slow mow stuff). I don't remember where I was going with any of this. Such is life. I do know that I've been reading a lot of great stuff lately. Unfortunately for me and you, dear readers, methinks after I'm over-inspired, my reaction is more drivel, rather than going forth with anything affirming of the profoundness I just experienced. For that I am sorry. Right now there is a girl sitting in a chair complaining that people ignore her when she has her iPod headphones in. Go figure girl. I just saw Steve the Janitor pass by pushing a trash can. Last year, I worked with him 3 weeks up here in the Union. He said hi. I said hi.
There is a guy across from my desk who is drinking Mellow Yellow, but as he walked by me for a split second I was certain it was Surge! I wanted to say, "dude, no way, were did you get that". At that point I realized it was Mellow Yellow. It's not that I liked Surge. I think I didn't really. I remember when it came out in High School, and they (the surge pushers) let us have a free one....just to get us started.....i don't feel like finishing this one with any semblence of a true ending....