Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Best celebration ever in soccer!
via youtube.com
See, NFL??? This is the kind of greatness you are stifling. Imagine the creativity of your players if you allowed it to flourish, instead of penalizing them for hurting the other team's feelings.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Quick...call Eva! He is here!
This picture is from a friend's facebook page...and it just might have made me laugh harder than anything in the last month.
Sporty Sport Sport!
I know I don't get into a ton of sports stuff on here, but mostly it is because I know half of my audience hardly knows what football is, let alone who Dez Bryant and Roy Williams are.
What if this whole thing between Dez and Roy is a prank on the Cowboy Fan/Media?
If you don't know the story, go here.
What if Roy and Dez got together before all of this, and set it up?
I'm not saying it is realistic, but I have always wondered how much of what the media tells us to believe is actually what happens. Sort of like setting up a WWE storyline to create drama, when in reality, there is none.
It is kind of like the true story of why Robin Ventura charged Nolan Ryan. He really had nothing against the guy...there was just a team pact that the White Sox put together that said the first guy that gets hit by Nolan charges the mound...and he happened to be that guy. It probably explains why he got his ass whooped, but nonetheless, there is all sorts of fake drama around that story that Rangers fans still carry with them today.
I think it would be neat if players were to set up this false drama just to mess with us...what if Roy and Dez have great chemistry, and all they are doing is punking us out?
Food for thought....
Lightning slowed down 300x
via bagofnothing.com
This is pretty sweet...really, really, really slow lightning!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Be my 10th commenter and...
You know what I can't stand? When websites, businesses, blogs, etc. reward someone for being the xx number of something.
For example, you see the "Be our 100th fan on Facebook and we will send you a gift card!" kind of thing.
You know why I can't stand it? Because it craps all over the people that made you popular in the first place. Only bandwagoners are rewarded in that scenario.
How about doing a real contest where you do something to drive your revenue? Or reward ALL of your readers/customers with a promotion once you get to that number?
Kind of like the guy who won a $10,000 gift card to iTunes for being the billionth download....it only serves to make the rest of the people who spend their hard earned time or money feel like they didn't really count any more than the schlub who got there late.
Top 10 Signs You’re An Early Adopter by @ScepticGeek
Here are the Top 10 Signs you’re an early adopter:
10. You know the exact difference in features between Tumblr and Posterous and why you prefer one over the other.
9. You stalk the social web looking for alpha and beta invites.
8. You’ve lost track of how many accounts you have on hundreds of different websites.
7. You loved FriendFeed and still think that if it had held out, it would’ve become popular.
6. You accept Android fragmentation as a fact of life and don’t see what the issue is all about.
5. You have a Google Profile tailored to your needs and preferences.
4. You use your account on GetSatisfaction to report bugs and provide feedback.
3. You love Gmail and can’t figure out why anyone would want to use anything else.
2. You have RSS for breakfast.
And the #1 sign you’re an early adopter is:
1. You are still searching for the “perfect” Twitter client!
via skepticgeek.com
Holy crap...I think I hit 8 of the 10. Sad? Or more awesome than the Terminator fighting a blue whale with the gun from Half Life?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Untitled
I came across a strong realization yesterday.
As many of you know, I am a father of two. A very healthy and happy soon to be 14 year old boy, and a soon to be 8 year old daughter.
Now, I have no idea how to be a father. No one does. You really just make it up as you go along. I am mostly worry free when it comes to my son. Being a white male in America pretty much gives you a fantastic chance at being happy, and he is definitely on the right track.
But then there is the question of my daughter. How can I make her happy? Do I constantly tell her how much I love her and how beautiful I think she is? Of course. I encourage her to read, to be "the smart one", and show her that I love her mother more than anything. I want her to see that strong, healthy relationships can and do happen.
But back to my realization. I started looking at the women in my life...and by that, I don't mean sexual. I just mean the women I am around (and conversely, my daughter is around) all of the time. This list would include my wife, my mother, my mother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and my two sisters. What my realization had to do with is their relationships with their father. As best as I can tell, the only woman in my daughter's life that had a "strong" relationship with their father was my mother. Everyone else's father was either absent, distant, or had some other mitigating factor that prevented their father from being there during the majority of their growing up.
Now, don't get me wrong, all of the women in my life are wonderful people. They aren't screwed up, and they are what I would consider to be very happy people. In fact, I would say that their father not being around probably made them stronger and played a huge part in who they are today.
My realization? I could NEVER do that to my daughter (or son, for that matter).
I could not imagine life without being able to see my children every day. It would kill me. I couldn't survive. I couldn't stomach the fact that my daughter would grow up without my influence on her life. I know that it is kind of a stereotype that if you want to find the "slutty" girl, find the one with daddy issues. I don't want my daughter to grow up being "the slutty one" or being labeled as such because daddy isn't around.
As a side note, this is not true...I know lots of girls who grew up just fine, and had "daddy issues".
This realization was pretty ground-breaking for me. I see all of these women in my life that didn't have good relationships with their fathers, and it hurts me as a father to know that there were times when they needed their dad around, and he wasn't there. It hurts me to know that they missed out on some of the amazing moments that my daughter and I have shared together. It kills me to know that he wasn't there in some of the most important moments of their lives, and I can't stomach that.
I want my daughter to remember both good things and bad things about me. I want her to remember what I smell like. I want her to remember what it is like to wake up on a Saturday morning and watch cartoons with her dad. I want her to remember that I was there when she couldn't spell "library". I want her to always hold me up on a pedestal, instead of resenting me for never being there.
So for all of you dads out there who are there for your children, I salute you. Isn't it funny how the only thing we really have to do is be there?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Tarrant County traffic
One thing I do not miss about living down south is the miserable traffic that goes with it.
On to Posterous...
So, I tried the import from Blogger routine on Posterous. I am going to give this a shot. Blogger had just lost its edge for me. It seems to be a forgotten product in the Google landscape. Plus, Posterous does a really, really good job of convincing you to switch over. Consider me easily swayed.
One of the big parts of switching was the auto-post to Twitter. I need that. I do an umpiring blog with my dad, and if this experiment works out, I will probably make the switch from WordPress.
I like Blogger...it just started to gather some cobwebs. Kind of like my blog. I guess it is unfair of me to criticize when I am doing pretty much the same thing, but I am allowed to do some things just because. This is one of them.
For those of you who do still read me on blogger, Posterous should continue to post on that site. It was more about the vehicle than anything. I will miss you, Blogger, but now I got me a blog host with big fake boobies, and I am going to give those a test drive for a while.
Lou Piniella announced his retirement today...he will leave the Cubs at the end of the season. Did I ever tell you that I met him in O'Hare airport? It was the day after the Cubs were swept out of the playoffs by the Diamondbacks several years ago. He was a great guy, very nice. I will miss him, but I hope they replace him with Ryno. Call me selfish, but I want to see my hero manage the Cubs and lead them to a World Series ring. That would be the ultimate.
I checked a big thing off of my bucket list this week...I saw Weird Al live. Yes, I am a nerd, but you knew that. It was great...he was funny, spot-on, and the show sounded great. His band is looking a little bit old, though. I guess they don't age as well as Al, because he still looks like he is 30.
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