05.02.11 – a monday

word

aplomb [uhplom, uhpluhm] n. 1. imperturbably self-possession, poise or assurance 2. the perpendicular, or vertical, position

birthday

Benjamin Spock (1903), Engelbert Humperdinck (1936), Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson (1972), David Beckham (1975), Lily Allen (1985)

standpoint

Osama bin Laden  was killed yesterday, roughly ten years after the tragedy of 9/11.

Long story short, someone found out that the douchebag was holed up in some Pakistani mansion, a special forces unit was sent in and, shortly thereafter, he died because that’s pretty much the only option when a bunch of guys are riddling you with bullets.

(I like to think the unit resembled the one from Predator but without Carl Weathers’ character because that dude had his own agenda and a disruptive one at that.) 

President Obama addressed the nation late last night and said all of the right things but there was definitely a look in his eyes that said, “Have some, Trump.”

To say that the killing of bin Laden is huge is a monumental understatement. People around the world have been calling for the asshole’s head ever since he decided it would be amusing to murder a couple thousand people because his outdated culture/religion just wasn’t holding people’s attention the way it once had. It’s against my nature and it feels callous typing this but if anyone deserved to be shot a whole bunch of times, it was Osama bin Laden. He simply needed to go.

Lastly, I’m curious to see, in the week to come, how our completely misguided society and its dreadful “media” are going to spin this in a way that makes the killing of bin Laden, something that every red-blooded human has been demanding, into some sort of political maneuvering on the part of Obama. Oh, it’s coming. And it’s going to be pretty nauseating.

quotation

It’s an amazing disappointing realization to know just how thoughtless and insensitive to other human beings we can so simply and predictably be programmed to be. ↔ David Cross

tune

Sometimes I fall asleep with the television on. I’m human, it’s true. The other morning I woke up and the show Yes, Dear was on and John Hiatt was making a cameo, I guess, singing some nonsense song called “Things I Think About At Work.” I wish it was a real Hiatt tune because it was pretty damn catchy. I’ve been singing it in my head ever since. Occasionally, it’s the simple things, no?

gallimaufry

An hour after the death of bin Laden, Google’s all ready on top of it. Love it.

→ I’m not too proud to say that I got a little choked up watching Steve Carell’s final appearance (for now) on The Office. Judge me if you’d like. I’m completely comfortable with my sentimentality.

Fast Five made $83.6 million at the box office this weekend. Come on, people, we’re better than this.

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Tuesday – September 1st

After a month off, I’m back. Going to be tweaking this old blog quite a bit to get it where I know (deep down) it should be. I’ll be aggresively reshaping things and reworking sections. It may appear different from one day to the next as I attempt to find the perfect look and feel for your favorite blog. As usual, comments are always encouraged.

Word

 rubric[roo-brik] n. 1. a title, heading, direction, or the like, in a manuscript, book, statute, etc., written or printed in red or otherwise distinguished from the rest of the text 2. a direction for the conduct of divine service or the administration of the sacraments, inserted in liturgical books 3. any established mode of conduct or procedure; protocol 4. an explanatory comment; gloss 5. a class or category 6. Archaic. red ocher adj. 7. written, inscribed in, or marked with or as with red; rubrical 8. Archaic. red; ruddy

Birthday

 Engelbert Humperdinck (1854), Richard Farnsworth (1920), Rocky Marciano (1923), Art Pepper (1925), Boxcar Willie (1931), Ann W. Richards (1933), Conway Twitty (1933), Lily Tomlin (1939), Barry Gibb (1946), Dr. Phil McGraw (1950), Nicu Ceausescu (1951), Billy Blanks (1955), Gloria Estefan (1957), Kenny Mayne (1959), Bam Bam Bigelow (1961), Mohammed Atta (1968), Padma Lakshmi (1970), Jimmy Snuka Jr. (1971)

Standpoint

All right. While I was on my hiatus, my football team – The Philadelphia Eagles – signed ex-convict Michael Vick. Since I have been one of the biggest opponents of Vick‘s return to the NFL (not to mention society), I’m very much aware of the irony he’ll be wearing Eagles‘s green this autumn. Is it deplorable? Yes. Does it suck? Definitely. Can we do anything about it? Not at all. And, even if we could, it appears unlikely we even would.

Since the announcement of the signing, I’ve been listening to what everyone has to say on the issue (and it’s a lot), and whether an individual is completely outraged or just mildly annoyed by Vick coming to Philadelphia, it seems like everyone has he same plan for demonstrating their dismay. Not doing anything at all. For the record, posting anonymously on an internet message board or calling into a sports talk show does not qualify as taking a stand. Sorry.

According to official sources, “fewer than 10” season ticket holders have resigned and exactly none of the Eagles’ 44 corporate sponsors have withdrawn due to the Vick signing. So, while everyone with a working voice box was condemning Eagles’ management when it was announced and most fans were walking around staring incredulously at each other, asking the same question (“What the fuck?”), everything has returned to normal and I’m guessing Andy Reid and company knew that would be the case.

I still think Michael Vick is a disgusting excuse for a man, but now I’m looking at the rest of us and asking myself the same WTF question from above. Most likely, the reality is that we’ve become a bunch of gasbags who get animated and vocal about the things that bother us. Unfortunately, we’re not willing to do something as simple as depriving ourselves of watching a football game to try to force others to do the right thing.

Quotation

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.Henry David Thoreau

Tune

I’m in the middle of one of those phases I go through in which I try to find as much new music as humanly possible. So I’m listening to lots of stuff right now. Some good. Some not so much. One of the good I’ve come upon is Morning State – a band from Atlanta, GA. Check out “Oh Yeah.” (The YouTube video for this is weird, set to the opening of MST3K.) 

Gallimaufry

Check out my buddy John Sellers‘ piece – How Not To Behave On “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” – from TrueSlant.com. It’s funny because it’s true. Especially Rule 3.

Go on MyFOXPhilly.com and vote for RiverCrest Golf Club and Preserve in the category of Best Wedding Venue. You know. As a favor to me.

My good friend has started a new blog – Inspire Films and Television. Go take a visit and show him some love.