Who doesn't? Be honest, I think we all want a utility belt...
I missed episode two, felt a little bummed about that, but to my releif (and yours, if you've bothered to read this far) SciFi will be re-playing the first two episodes Thursday evening prior to the new one at 9pm. Starting at 7pm is the premeire, where we are introduced to this league of would be crime fighters. Episode two at 8pm, followed by a brand spanking new edition (pun intended) at 9pm. So set your VCRs, pop your popcorn and enjoy!
And tune in next week... same bat time... same bat channel...
I would've gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for those meddlin' kids.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Holy Guilty Pleasure!
Alright, stop what you're doin', cause I'm about to ruin the image and style that you're used to... I look funny, but...
Who Wants to Be A Super Hero? I don't know if any of you happened to see it, I only caught the last 20 minutes or so, but this show is hilarious.
I happened upon it after taking B upstairs and tucking him in. I caught the super hero challenge where, when called upon by Stan Lee via personal communicator, each mild mannered contestant had to find a place to discreetly change into his/her fantasticly amazing alter ego and race across a crowded public square to a designated location. They were all told that they should do this as quickly as possible, and obviously not be seen tranforming into their secret identity. But here in lies the rub, the producers planted a young girl near the finish line, crying and looking for her mother. Only about half even noticed the young maiden, altered their course, and escorted her to the security office that was plastered with enough signage for anyone with their eyes open to see.
There are some great characters though, some wierd, some strange, all the way to outrageous. My new favorite hero though is Major Victory, I almost laughed out loud as he saved the day. Looking like part morning news anchor, part power ranger, this un-caped crusader leaped through the square as deftly as Will Ferrell in Anchor Man, with a sprinkling of Belushi breaking into Dean Wormer's office, and a heaping helping of the Super Star pulling a Kramer as the World's oldest ball boy (naturally, for this visual substitute rolls of toilet paper where tennis balls should be). The guy doesn't have any facial hair, but for some reason the first thing that jumped into my brain when this guy started speaking was the great poet, Leaping Lanny Poffo.
Junior, put the evidence in the car...
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Red Headed Step-Child
Or at least that is how it seems the NHL is regarded by ESPN.
I followed a link from the Caps web site to the ESPN Espy awards ballot, the cool thing is that Alexander Ovechkin IS up for two awards, however I was surprised that "The Goal" wasn't one of the nominations up for best play of the year. I mean, there he was, on.... and still had the presence of mind to put the puck toward the net, and Bam! Are you feelin' it Evel? It goes in the net. It was even cooler than the lacrosse style goal from years back. But ESPN doesn't like to reward or promote sports they don't carry or create. You like Spicoli type X-Gamers? The Espy ballot is full of them...
You take the van... I'll keep the dog.
I followed a link from the Caps web site to the ESPN Espy awards ballot, the cool thing is that Alexander Ovechkin IS up for two awards, however I was surprised that "The Goal" wasn't one of the nominations up for best play of the year. I mean, there he was, on.... and still had the presence of mind to put the puck toward the net, and Bam! Are you feelin' it Evel? It goes in the net. It was even cooler than the lacrosse style goal from years back. But ESPN doesn't like to reward or promote sports they don't carry or create. You like Spicoli type X-Gamers? The Espy ballot is full of them...
You take the van... I'll keep the dog.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Ladies & Gents... The New Lead Singer of O-Town...
Or maybe the name of the band is 68 degrees... she looks like even more of a little girl now than when she had Super Mullet in Pittsburg. Have you paid your taxes there little lady?
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Major Milestone
Its party time at the old homestead... why, you ask? did the Caps win the Patrick Division? no ...did Esa score in the Cup final? sorry, no again ... did Bettman realize that the Flames actually won the Cup in 2004, and sandblast the Lightning off the side of the silver chalice? no, afraid not
...did B recognize the need to use the potty, and get there in time to go without wetting his pants? Yes!!! ding, ding, ding... cue the confetti! strike up the band! break out the Lawrence Welk bubble blower!
Our little guy felt it coming and high-tailed it to his little Winnie the Pooh potty in the nick of time. He was thrilled, we're thrilled, elated, proud. This is a huge success for him, after several days of near misses and close calls, he did this one all on his own.
"If anyone knocks me into the boards..."
...did B recognize the need to use the potty, and get there in time to go without wetting his pants? Yes!!! ding, ding, ding... cue the confetti! strike up the band! break out the Lawrence Welk bubble blower!
Our little guy felt it coming and high-tailed it to his little Winnie the Pooh potty in the nick of time. He was thrilled, we're thrilled, elated, proud. This is a huge success for him, after several days of near misses and close calls, he did this one all on his own.
"If anyone knocks me into the boards..."
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Sports hereos? or Compensated endorsers?
This is the random thought that dropped from brain today, actually I've wasted several minutes on countless occasions pondering this.
Isn't it funny that one generation's Pitcher is the next generation's Pitch man? For example, I'll freely admit that it wasn't until I joined a baseball card club as a child that I realized that Joe DiMaggio was more than just Mr. Coffee. And then there was that popular fellow from the Moneystore, Phil Rezutto (btw, in my world, right at this moment, there are no point deductions for spelling errors). Who could have known that he ever played baseball? Is it possible that one day one of my boys will be dumbfounded and say: "Dad, did you know that Michael Jordan played basketball before he started selling Hanes underwear with that guy who has been in a movie with everyone? "
I could probably go on and on for like dozens of minutes, but could great actors have had previous lives in sports? I mean Merlin Olson didn't do anything prior to being Father Murphy, right?
Right?
Isn't it funny that one generation's Pitcher is the next generation's Pitch man? For example, I'll freely admit that it wasn't until I joined a baseball card club as a child that I realized that Joe DiMaggio was more than just Mr. Coffee. And then there was that popular fellow from the Moneystore, Phil Rezutto (btw, in my world, right at this moment, there are no point deductions for spelling errors). Who could have known that he ever played baseball? Is it possible that one day one of my boys will be dumbfounded and say: "Dad, did you know that Michael Jordan played basketball before he started selling Hanes underwear with that guy who has been in a movie with everyone? "
I could probably go on and on for like dozens of minutes, but could great actors have had previous lives in sports? I mean Merlin Olson didn't do anything prior to being Father Murphy, right?
Right?
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Kids are Awesome!
I'm only re-posting because I was hit by a spam comment. (I hate spam I am, I will not eat it in a boat, I will not eat it with a goat.) So, not knowing how to delete a single comment by itself, I copied the original post, and then deleted it.
This is cool.... well its cool to me, and that's all that really matters. We took B up to bed earlier, and he didn't want to go upstairs without Mommy and baby A, that's cool... real cool ...but wait, there's more. So after brushing our teeth, and kissing his baby brother on the head, B is ready to settle down for bedtime stories. Tonight his choice was a collection of pocket sized Winnie the Pooh Christmas books, seven books, five pages each. One of them was 'Cozy Caps'. I hadn't even turned the first page, when the music to my ears chimed: "Daddy... Caps play Hockey. Let's go Caps". Now, I did tell him that cap is another name for hat, and that Caps is short for Capitals. So, when the Caps win the Stanley Cup next... well, lets not get too giddy... if they ever reach the mountain top, my boy has been there in the valley with the rest of us, hoping and cheering. Game On!
This is cool.... well its cool to me, and that's all that really matters. We took B up to bed earlier, and he didn't want to go upstairs without Mommy and baby A, that's cool... real cool ...but wait, there's more. So after brushing our teeth, and kissing his baby brother on the head, B is ready to settle down for bedtime stories. Tonight his choice was a collection of pocket sized Winnie the Pooh Christmas books, seven books, five pages each. One of them was 'Cozy Caps'. I hadn't even turned the first page, when the music to my ears chimed: "Daddy... Caps play Hockey. Let's go Caps". Now, I did tell him that cap is another name for hat, and that Caps is short for Capitals. So, when the Caps win the Stanley Cup next... well, lets not get too giddy... if they ever reach the mountain top, my boy has been there in the valley with the rest of us, hoping and cheering. Game On!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Reach out and touch someone
Wow, I'm a big slacker... haven't posted in 3 weeks. Same quandry... wonderful random thoughts while driving. Sit in front of the computer, and my mind turns into cottage cheese... and I hate cottage cheese.
anywho.
Does anyone else hate cell phones as much as I do? What a wonderful invention, that through overuse and abuse, has become one of the worlds' greatest annoyances.
Now, I know all the positives of having one these pocket sized comm-links, but lets explore some of the ways people have forgotten their manners. Just the other day, C and I are having a nice lunch at the Olive Garden... when all of the sudden, two tables over a fire alarm goes off, no... an ambulance drives by, no... wait I think its the Bat phone, no, not the Batphone? Well only the caped crusader would/should need to have the volume of his phone ON, and cranked to ELEVEN, and that's only when expecting a call from Commissioner Gordon. Well, this guy didn't even look like Bruce Wayne.
And, answer me this. Why do movie theatres, and even churches need to remind people to silence their phones? Because people are lazy, ill mannered, stupid, inconsiderate, just some English pigs with no brain.
And then there are the ring tones. Do we really need to here the first ten seconds of someone else's favorite song digitalized like it was played through a child's See 'N Say, but at the volume of a 94 civic with the complete slammed ground effects kit and rollin' with the boomin' system. You know , the Hi-Fi equipped with the TK-421 upgrade? (those little rolling juke boxes are a whole rant to themselves, but for another time)
What if the hostesses of restaurants were given the right to confiscate the offender's phone until they finished their meal? Just like Game Boys in Physics class: "If I see it again, its mine until the end of class!" Wouldn't that be awesome.
Feel the anger.
anywho.
Does anyone else hate cell phones as much as I do? What a wonderful invention, that through overuse and abuse, has become one of the worlds' greatest annoyances.
Now, I know all the positives of having one these pocket sized comm-links, but lets explore some of the ways people have forgotten their manners. Just the other day, C and I are having a nice lunch at the Olive Garden... when all of the sudden, two tables over a fire alarm goes off, no... an ambulance drives by, no... wait I think its the Bat phone, no, not the Batphone? Well only the caped crusader would/should need to have the volume of his phone ON, and cranked to ELEVEN, and that's only when expecting a call from Commissioner Gordon. Well, this guy didn't even look like Bruce Wayne.
And, answer me this. Why do movie theatres, and even churches need to remind people to silence their phones? Because people are lazy, ill mannered, stupid, inconsiderate, just some English pigs with no brain.
And then there are the ring tones. Do we really need to here the first ten seconds of someone else's favorite song digitalized like it was played through a child's See 'N Say, but at the volume of a 94 civic with the complete slammed ground effects kit and rollin' with the boomin' system. You know , the Hi-Fi equipped with the TK-421 upgrade? (those little rolling juke boxes are a whole rant to themselves, but for another time)
What if the hostesses of restaurants were given the right to confiscate the offender's phone until they finished their meal? Just like Game Boys in Physics class: "If I see it again, its mine until the end of class!" Wouldn't that be awesome.
Feel the anger.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Random Radio Rant
I'm free associating here... it's been two weeks since my last post... kinda sounds like the beginning to a confessional of the technical age... and I'm not even Catholic... anywho.
Trying to come up with a topic... the peanut is neither a pea, nor a nut... discuss.
Seriously, I'm drawing a blank. I had all these great thoughts while on my hour long commute, but now, here with my computer... nothing.
Wait, Im visualizing my drive... Why can't DJs just play music, read the traffic report, weather report, play music, play commercials, and play more music? Why do they all think they are the next Don & Mike, or Bob & Tom, or Rick Dees? Disc Jockeys, commence with the jockeying of Discs! ...or mp3s, or 8-tracks, or cassettes, really any media with something between Aerosmith and ZZTop will do. Just stop talking! If it is talk radio, I suppose you are allowed to talk, but get to the point already.
Keep it swinging.
Trying to come up with a topic... the peanut is neither a pea, nor a nut... discuss.
Seriously, I'm drawing a blank. I had all these great thoughts while on my hour long commute, but now, here with my computer... nothing.
Wait, Im visualizing my drive... Why can't DJs just play music, read the traffic report, weather report, play music, play commercials, and play more music? Why do they all think they are the next Don & Mike, or Bob & Tom, or Rick Dees? Disc Jockeys, commence with the jockeying of Discs! ...or mp3s, or 8-tracks, or cassettes, really any media with something between Aerosmith and ZZTop will do. Just stop talking! If it is talk radio, I suppose you are allowed to talk, but get to the point already.
Keep it swinging.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Mysterious 33
Rolling Rock, Eddie Murray, Don Beaupre, Larry Bird, Tony Dorsett, and now me.... what do all these have in common? yep, 33...
And that is about all there is.
Of course, if all the rest of them threw down 33 Rolling Rocks, I might have a chance at being a better hockey player than Eddie, a better basketball player than Donnie B., heck I might even be able to hit more 3's than TD.
I can here it now... "Ladies and Gentlemen... Starting tonights game... The Single Greatest Chest Bumping CameraMan... Put your hands together.... Mister Brendan Haywood"
Wait, that's not me. Maybe I could be a better first baseman than Haywood. He may have better extension, but I've got patience at the plate.
Cool now... Hush, hush.
And that is about all there is.
Of course, if all the rest of them threw down 33 Rolling Rocks, I might have a chance at being a better hockey player than Eddie, a better basketball player than Donnie B., heck I might even be able to hit more 3's than TD.
I can here it now... "Ladies and Gentlemen... Starting tonights game... The Single Greatest Chest Bumping CameraMan... Put your hands together.... Mister Brendan Haywood"
Wait, that's not me. Maybe I could be a better first baseman than Haywood. He may have better extension, but I've got patience at the plate.
Cool now... Hush, hush.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
I've been tagged
OK, I'll play too... like most of you, I don't feel comfortable forwarding the pyramid of e-mails, but as a blog post... it seems to be the perfect place for these... I've actually been pondering a quiz type post similar to this for a couple of weeks, but I'll save that for another time... movin' right along.
4 Jobs I’ve had
Ice cream counter /Fry cook
Retail athletic apparel sales
State highway worker - summers in college
Producer/Editor/Videographer
4 Movies I Can Watch Over & Over
The Empire Strikes Back
Smoky and the Bandit
Slap Shot
Batman - 1966
4 TV Shows I Love To Watch
Scrubs
How I met your mother
Overhaulin'
Rides
4 Places I’ve Been On Vacation
Disney World
Sea World
Hockey Hall of Fame - Toronto
Bloomington Gold Corvette show
4 Favorite Dishes
Meatloaf
Homemade Mac & Cheese
Crab Imperial
Chicken Pesto Ravioli
4 Websites I Visit Daily
Slam Sports - better hockey info than on any US sites
WashingtonCaps.com
imdb.com
ebay
4 Places I’d Rather Be
Fairfield
the Fabulous Hog Neck Arena - "you all play hockey.... on Ice?"
Horsebridge
a hammock
later
4 Jobs I’ve had
Ice cream counter /Fry cook
Retail athletic apparel sales
State highway worker - summers in college
Producer/Editor/Videographer
4 Movies I Can Watch Over & Over
The Empire Strikes Back
Smoky and the Bandit
Slap Shot
Batman - 1966
4 TV Shows I Love To Watch
Scrubs
How I met your mother
Overhaulin'
Rides
4 Places I’ve Been On Vacation
Disney World
Sea World
Hockey Hall of Fame - Toronto
Bloomington Gold Corvette show
4 Favorite Dishes
Meatloaf
Homemade Mac & Cheese
Crab Imperial
Chicken Pesto Ravioli
4 Websites I Visit Daily
Slam Sports - better hockey info than on any US sites
WashingtonCaps.com
imdb.com
ebay
4 Places I’d Rather Be
Fairfield
the Fabulous Hog Neck Arena - "you all play hockey.... on Ice?"
Horsebridge
a hammock
later
Monday, March 06, 2006
Nonsense Ole Chum!
Thanks B.
I took the superhero quiz (http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=92013), and guess who I am? Turns out they didn't have the best photo, so I decided to post this one instead.
Robin.. hand me the shark repellent Bat spray!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Blimey! an Irish Limey!
This trip down memory lane has reminded me, since Wild World commercials used to run on WDCA during WOW! and before that on the Captain 20 show, that's right... Captain 20, just like Richard Dawson, lives.
I hope you all were as lucky as I was to stumple upon the good Captain's in studio interview with Don and Mike a couple of weeks ago. As always, when the Captain is around, Count Gore DeVal isn't too far away. I found his link on the steaming show log...
http://www.captain20.com/
http://www.countgore.com/
good stuff, definately worth a look.
give all my best to Chef Combo.
The Blonde David Copperfield
I stayed home with B. the past two days, a little to sick for daycare. Anywho, I was flipping around the channels during the morning news and who do I see on the Fox 5 morning news? That's right Adventure World fans... The Blonde David Copperfield, Joe (don't call me Ray) Ramano. He was mystifying the masses with his mild mannered magical manuvers. Oh Joe, we knew you when...
Hey remember when it was Wild World? After they had gotten rid of the wild animals... before Cal was their spokesman... when Big John Studd was in all their commercials. That was back when only Disney World was cooler.
Fire up the smoke machines!! and I'll puke in the bushes... and we can all HallowScream down the tracks of the Crazy Train...
we're doomed.
Hey remember when it was Wild World? After they had gotten rid of the wild animals... before Cal was their spokesman... when Big John Studd was in all their commercials. That was back when only Disney World was cooler.
Fire up the smoke machines!! and I'll puke in the bushes... and we can all HallowScream down the tracks of the Crazy Train...
we're doomed.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Product Placement ...is Nothing Sacred?
First let me thank my wife and my sister in law for nudging me off the slacker sofa and back onto the blogger train.
Now on with the show. Product placement.
I will concede that I Do Realize that it is expensive to produce a major film, especially an animated film. But is it necessary to draw in product placement? Apparently so, I guess to get voice work from Drew Barrymore and Will Ferrell requires a little more than faith in the box office receipts. I took my son to a matinee today, two tickets to Curious George, $13.... One Medium popcorn and one medium Diet Soda, there went the credit card. You know the rest... Priceless.
Here we go, we found a nice seat, sat down to share our popcorn and soda... on with the previews. It was nice, no commercials for things that aren't sold at the snack booth like Mac and Cheese, or Mercury Cougars, or Madden 2009. Just simple ordinary coming attractions.
On with show... "look Daddy Curious George! He's silly!, Curious George is pretty cool Daddy! I want to see it again Daddy!"
Well I don't want to give away any plot points here... so
[Spoiler Alert! Do not read any further if you don't want to know what happens until you get a chance to see it yourself.]
On the cargo ship George knocks over several crates of fresh fruit... DOLE fruit.
Later, when the Man in the Yellow Hat rushes to rescue George before he is sent back to the jungle, he speeds off in a Volkswagon (I guess he was obeying His own Speed).
The funny thing is that these two product logos were drawn with a much higher level of detail than the backgrounds and even the characters. That is the thing that kind of irked me... I'll allow the space for marketing, and I know it didn't mean a hill of beans to the kids in the theatre whether it was Dole or Green Giant, Volkswagen or Ford (although my son would probably recognized if it had been an Explorer), but draw your "subliminal" advertising in the same fashion as the rest of the film, thats all I'm saying. Other wise fade to black cue a real commercial and then return to flick.
Eaze on down... Eaze on down the road....
Now on with the show. Product placement.
I will concede that I Do Realize that it is expensive to produce a major film, especially an animated film. But is it necessary to draw in product placement? Apparently so, I guess to get voice work from Drew Barrymore and Will Ferrell requires a little more than faith in the box office receipts. I took my son to a matinee today, two tickets to Curious George, $13.... One Medium popcorn and one medium Diet Soda, there went the credit card. You know the rest... Priceless.
Here we go, we found a nice seat, sat down to share our popcorn and soda... on with the previews. It was nice, no commercials for things that aren't sold at the snack booth like Mac and Cheese, or Mercury Cougars, or Madden 2009. Just simple ordinary coming attractions.
On with show... "look Daddy Curious George! He's silly!, Curious George is pretty cool Daddy! I want to see it again Daddy!"
Well I don't want to give away any plot points here... so
[Spoiler Alert! Do not read any further if you don't want to know what happens until you get a chance to see it yourself.]
On the cargo ship George knocks over several crates of fresh fruit... DOLE fruit.
Later, when the Man in the Yellow Hat rushes to rescue George before he is sent back to the jungle, he speeds off in a Volkswagon (I guess he was obeying His own Speed).
The funny thing is that these two product logos were drawn with a much higher level of detail than the backgrounds and even the characters. That is the thing that kind of irked me... I'll allow the space for marketing, and I know it didn't mean a hill of beans to the kids in the theatre whether it was Dole or Green Giant, Volkswagen or Ford (although my son would probably recognized if it had been an Explorer), but draw your "subliminal" advertising in the same fashion as the rest of the film, thats all I'm saying. Other wise fade to black cue a real commercial and then return to flick.
Eaze on down... Eaze on down the road....
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Inspiration vs. Motivation
Ever have one or the other, but not both at the same time? That is the quandry that has kept me from posting the last few weeks. "Aha... Eureka! I have a great idea! but... i don't feel like sitting in front of the computer right now", OR... "when I get home I HAVE to post my thoughts on this..."
and then the other side.... "wow, I haven't posted in a while... I really should post something... hmmmmmm, but what? Oh, maybe this..... nah, too boring..... or that, nah, no one would get it, or I'd have type the whole back story.... ah forget it.... maybe tomorrow...."
But when those two orbiting forces align, look out... its gold Jerry!
Unfortunately.... this is not one of those times... And I think, that is what keeps most of our society, or at least me, from reaching our, my, full potential.
I really should do this... but I don't know where to start... or that'll take too long... any of these sound familiar?
I lost my train of thought.... I love trains, I would love to set up my old train set... if only I had the time, or the space... Oh there it is, circled back into the station.
Motivation vs. Inspiration.
Is there any way to unite these awesome forces? form of ... a giraffe... form of ... an ice bridge.... nah, thats been done
oh, no my peanut butter is on your chocolate..... but isn't your chocolate really in my peanut butter?
Pudding.... or Popsicles? how about both!
Oh well, enough of that...
Random thought... does anyone else think that Ford missed out on something this year by not resurrecting the Torino nameplate? My uncle had one, it was an early 70s model, two doors, as I recall it was a sort of root beer color, with a tan top... I miss that car.
Later.
Ever have one or the other, but not both at the same time? That is the quandry that has kept me from posting the last few weeks. "Aha... Eureka! I have a great idea! but... i don't feel like sitting in front of the computer right now", OR... "when I get home I HAVE to post my thoughts on this..."
and then the other side.... "wow, I haven't posted in a while... I really should post something... hmmmmmm, but what? Oh, maybe this..... nah, too boring..... or that, nah, no one would get it, or I'd have type the whole back story.... ah forget it.... maybe tomorrow...."
But when those two orbiting forces align, look out... its gold Jerry!
Unfortunately.... this is not one of those times... And I think, that is what keeps most of our society, or at least me, from reaching our, my, full potential.
I really should do this... but I don't know where to start... or that'll take too long... any of these sound familiar?
I lost my train of thought.... I love trains, I would love to set up my old train set... if only I had the time, or the space... Oh there it is, circled back into the station.
Motivation vs. Inspiration.
Is there any way to unite these awesome forces? form of ... a giraffe... form of ... an ice bridge.... nah, thats been done
oh, no my peanut butter is on your chocolate..... but isn't your chocolate really in my peanut butter?
Pudding.... or Popsicles? how about both!
Oh well, enough of that...
Random thought... does anyone else think that Ford missed out on something this year by not resurrecting the Torino nameplate? My uncle had one, it was an early 70s model, two doors, as I recall it was a sort of root beer color, with a tan top... I miss that car.
Later.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
My friend Killer recently posted his reflection on what is wrong with youth sports... Parents... while I agree, I think there is even more to it than unruly parents, passive parents can be just as bad.
I know I'm getting dangerously close to a rant here, but it is the media's fault too. Just like their own parents and coaches, kids emulate their heros. Remember how we all used to be Eddie Murray on the playground (positive), or put our siblings in a figure four leg lock because we had seen Ric (Wooo) Flair do the same thing Saturday (negative) morning between the Superfriends and the Kung Fu feature. Well, now in addition to the 25 hours a day of DunkCenter, er Sports Center, we have video games where even the tame 'E for everyone' sports games have showboating, and mid game fights... why, because WE can't get enough of it. The media should use some discretion, yes, but if the public wants something, some media outlet will gladly serve it up. Whether it be highlights of an NBA zero, er hero choking his coach or refusing a trade.... or MAN vs. Beast on FOX...etc.
Also, there is our ridiculous need (as a society) for instant gratification (fueled in large part by the media)... we don't want to work or study, we just want to rain 3's, slam dunk, hit 75 out of the park, do our little Homer Simpson endzone dance (without thanking the quarterback, linemen, blockers, coaches, etc.)... whatever to get our endorsement deal, so we can feed our kids like Patrick Ewing, or have 'the basic necessities of life'... pimped out rides on fly dubs, rolling with the booming system, or a crib that would be the envy of the MTV set.
We're all guilty... we're all rubberneckers straining to see the trainwreck... who of us hasn't looked up from the newspaper when there is a hockey fight? Who of us hasn't thrown the TV Guide or the remote across the room when the Caps squandered a 3 games to 1 lead in the playoffs? Or screamed at the players on TV to 'kill' their opponent? I'm ranting.
My point is this... my junior high (you kids call it 'middle' school now) principal had the best philosophy, I'll paraphrase...We all need to first GOVERN OURSELVES ACCORDINGLY.
So lets 'vote with the remote' if you will. Now that I have one child and another on the way, I have been working on controling my temper and my language... I am also trying to filter the content that comes into my home. We watch television as a family, although most of the time it is Disney DVDs, we still watch Bryan's favorite show, (although its not the same without J. Peterman). If a promo for a violent or creepy show or movie comes on and my son is in the room, I change the channel... or distract him if I can't grab the remote.
There I go again, try to give two cents and drop the whole piggy bank.
Peace out.
I know I'm getting dangerously close to a rant here, but it is the media's fault too. Just like their own parents and coaches, kids emulate their heros. Remember how we all used to be Eddie Murray on the playground (positive), or put our siblings in a figure four leg lock because we had seen Ric (Wooo) Flair do the same thing Saturday (negative) morning between the Superfriends and the Kung Fu feature. Well, now in addition to the 25 hours a day of DunkCenter, er Sports Center, we have video games where even the tame 'E for everyone' sports games have showboating, and mid game fights... why, because WE can't get enough of it. The media should use some discretion, yes, but if the public wants something, some media outlet will gladly serve it up. Whether it be highlights of an NBA zero, er hero choking his coach or refusing a trade.... or MAN vs. Beast on FOX...etc.
Also, there is our ridiculous need (as a society) for instant gratification (fueled in large part by the media)... we don't want to work or study, we just want to rain 3's, slam dunk, hit 75 out of the park, do our little Homer Simpson endzone dance (without thanking the quarterback, linemen, blockers, coaches, etc.)... whatever to get our endorsement deal, so we can feed our kids like Patrick Ewing, or have 'the basic necessities of life'... pimped out rides on fly dubs, rolling with the booming system, or a crib that would be the envy of the MTV set.
We're all guilty... we're all rubberneckers straining to see the trainwreck... who of us hasn't looked up from the newspaper when there is a hockey fight? Who of us hasn't thrown the TV Guide or the remote across the room when the Caps squandered a 3 games to 1 lead in the playoffs? Or screamed at the players on TV to 'kill' their opponent? I'm ranting.
My point is this... my junior high (you kids call it 'middle' school now) principal had the best philosophy, I'll paraphrase...We all need to first GOVERN OURSELVES ACCORDINGLY.
So lets 'vote with the remote' if you will. Now that I have one child and another on the way, I have been working on controling my temper and my language... I am also trying to filter the content that comes into my home. We watch television as a family, although most of the time it is Disney DVDs, we still watch Bryan's favorite show, (although its not the same without J. Peterman). If a promo for a violent or creepy show or movie comes on and my son is in the room, I change the channel... or distract him if I can't grab the remote.
There I go again, try to give two cents and drop the whole piggy bank.
Peace out.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
This is only a test blog, I'm new to this venue. Hopefully I'll be able to type... right down to earth, in language that everyone can easily understand. But if you can't understand what I'm saying, I'll translate: Remember to drink your Ovaltine. or, we're going to need a bigger boat. or, I pity the fool. or, when your hot, your hot... when your not, your not. (now try and get that song out of your brain)... well, as the Frugal Gourmet once said on PBS... "I bid you peace"
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