Showing posts with label Cardboard gods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cardboard gods. Show all posts

Friday, April 11, 2008

Friday fun... Michelle Obama, baseball cards, David Brock and the Bataan death march...

Looking for something to read or watch? Try these.

Some good. Some bad. Some WTF.

Taylor Marsh is publishing guest posts. Considering the usual quality of her work, that might sound like a good idea. It's not. Reading this is like suffering through the Bataan Death March! Please know that the author, "JB" is NOT John Brown, yours truly.

Josh Wilker deserves a book deal. With a fat cash advance, so he can go out and buy some of the vintage baseball cards he's lost through the years.

Although I think Michelle Obama is vaguely hot and although my mind does wander into areas where it probably shouldn't, I don't think blogging about her head-giving skills is a good idea. I don't think the Monster herself needs to weigh in on this and I'm probably less offended than those at the Rump Roast or Cali Tejano, but still... Let's just say there are some loons out there in Monster Country.

Am I the only guy rooting for Obama who isn't tickled pink at the idea of giving David Brock $40 million to help the Democratic cause? I have a feeling this will end ugly and silly. I don't mind going after McCain--honestly and fairly--I just have my doubts that Brock is the best choice to steward that stack of cash.

Oh, and Power to the Motherfuckin' People, kids. If you thought Mike Gravel's cover of Helter Skelter was a mega-super wacky pack, check this one out. Gravel is a nut, but I bet he's fun at parties.





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Sunday, February 3, 2008

Three cool things...

Sunday... Many blogging options...

First, I thought about getting even more indignant about Jake Tapper's stupidity and those who blindly relied upon his statements as material for their very own "reports". Decided against that. Too frustrating.

Second, I considered a post entitled "Stupid, Meet Stupid" that was going to completely unpack and properly explain the multiple layers of stupidity (thus the title) that have been heaped upon the city of Berkeley's decision to label the USMC "unwelcome intruders". Stopped myself on that one, too. Too much work (so much mendacity to explode) for a Sunday.

Third, I thought about adding my thunderous voice to the discussion of the unauthorized Obama campaign video cooked up by Will.I.Am (does he capitalize?), with lyrics by Barack. Close, but no cigar. I'm not part of the "love it" crowd, nor am I a hater. My angle is different and would require some actual thought, which seems disproportionate to the probable significance of the statement. Ouch. I can't think like that. Otherwise, I'll have to shut this baby down.

Instead, I've decided to mention THREE COOL THINGS.

ONE. If you want to make a 25% (approx.) return on your investment within 24 hours, take the Patriots on the money line. The number is around -400 right now (I do think you could shop down to -380 or better) and New England is a near-lock to win. I know, playing with the points is tempting, but I think the straight win bet is better this time around. So sayeth John Brown.

In over your head? Call some gambling hotline. The safest bet is not to play. Is that enough of a disclaimer to prevent some dumb-ass from suing me if Eli pulls an upset?

EDIT: Yeah, I screwed up on that one. Only two of the three cool things in this post are actually cool. Unfortunately, the un-cool thing was the only one to cost me money.


TWO. Rock 'n' Roll Camp for Girls. My kid is too little for this sort of thing. When she's old enough, it would be great if she had an interest. This is what summer camps should look like. Awesome stuff.

THREE. Cardboard Gods. If you don't get it, you don't get it. If you do, you'll fall in love. Baseball cards, introspection and reminiscence combine to create a well-written, thought-provoking and all-around awesome online diversion. There are jokes, pure baseball entries, autobiographical multi-part tales and non-autobiographical stories utilizing the baseball cards of the 70s and 80s as launching pads. Whether you're worried about a case of Urrea or contemplating war, Cardboard Gods rocks.

Read five or six player entries and then try to stop. Lay's potato chips have nothing on this one.

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