April 30, 2004
BOLTS FEVER
Okay, now it's serious.
The Tampa Bay Lightning swept the Montreal Canadiens in four games with their 3-1 win last night.
That means the Bolts are now headed to the Eastern Conference finals for the first time.
I know we're still a long way from the Stanley Cup finals, much less from winning the Cup. But I'm not sure Tampa would know how to react if they did. We lost our collective mind when the Bucs finally won a Super Bowl after 26 years. God knows what would happen if we had two title winners in one town.
That's not to say that this playoff run is anything like what happened in 2002 with the Bucs. You don't see an endless forest of flags whipping through the breeze from car windows. Some people are wearing Lightning jerseys on game day, but not many.
Still, there are some outward signs that the bandwagon is starting to fill. I took some photos on the ride home the other night of all the Lightning-related stuff I saw:
This banner is hanging in an open gap in a condo that's being built across the river from downtown. It showed up during the first round of the playoffs and was the first sign to go up.
This sign looks more state-sanctioned. Especially considering it's nailed to the side of the convention center. It hangs just above the road that runs to the Forum from Bayshore Boulevard.
Gotta love a hockey banner hanging in front of a grove of palm trees.
This was the only bumper sticker I saw. Looks fresh. I've seen Bucs bumper stickers that are older than my son.
Please excuse the photo quality of these next two. They were shot at dusk and my camera doesn't do well at dusk.
Anyway, there are two attorneys in Brandon who have signs along Lumsden Road. This guy, whose sign is garnet and gold because he's a damn FSU Seminoles fan, nonetheless put up a Lightning message on his board.
I love the chutzpah of his claim to being the oldest law firm in Brandon. As if Brandon was Jamestown or something. It's like bragging about being the tallest midget.
This is the second attorney sign on the road. This guy is a Florida Gators fan, so he and the first dude go at it signwise during football and basketball seasons, depending on which team is kicking the crap outta the other. It makes for an amusing drive home.
As for the Bolts stuff, that's about it. Lame, I know, but I expect things to increase, now that there's almost a week until the next round starts. That provides plenty of time for people to gear up.
I AM SO THERE
One of the things I love about minor league baseball are the kooky promotions and giveaways they use to get fans to the game. The Clearwater Threshers are no different.
I'm making plans to be at their game on May 5 against the Jupiter Hammerheads. Why?
Well, look at what they're giving away in honor of Cinco de Mayo:
ON THE ROAD. AGAIN.
My Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose), sends along this amazing photo.
Pete and his wife Cecile are headed back to their summer home in Alaska from Florida, the way they've done for more than 10 years now. All Pete said in his one-sentence e-mail was: "Going back to ParALASKAdise.''
Gauging from when he left, I'm guessing he's deep in the Canadian Rockies by now, about to cross over the state line.
April 28, 2004
MASCOTS I HAVE KNOWN
You might recall that a couple weeks ago, my friend Al and I spent a lunch hour hanging out with the Tampa Bay Lightning's mascot, Thunder Bug.
I almost felt bad for the guy. Here he was, a victim of marketing, living on the roof of an auditorium in an effort to sell tickets. It was hot. He was sleeping on a hard floor. It was too sunny to see the TV. We're talking real hardship here. Well, it appears that the plastic wading pool he used for relief was used for other purposes as well.
More power to him, I say. But there's something about the photo that's a little... nasty. This one is almost borderline adult entertainment.
To paraphrase Val Kilmer as "Batman": "It's the bee costume, right? Chicks dig the bee costume."
The full gallery is a crackup. I especially like the shot of the Ice Girl reading TV Guide with extreme concentration.
Got me to thinking about my own brushes with mascots...
It was AOL Broadband Day at Legends Field in Tampa. Who was I to resist a grip-and-grin with the Instant Message Logo Guy.
Once again photography fails to capture the magic generated by an oversize walking cheese stick wearing a sombrero.
While not technically wearing a costume, I would argue that Elvis has become the National Mascot. After William Hung, of course.
Thunder Bug isn't the only one who gets to pose with the Gold and Diamond Source Lightning Girls. But he is the only one who gets to pose with them in their bikinis. Such are the indignities of my life.
But I do have some perks. Like being in the middle of a balanced breakfast and snack mascot shot.
NEW TUNES
If you hadn't noticed, I got bored and chucked a new round of tunes onto the Radio.Blog playlist.
Again, the menu spans the gamut. Most of them are ones I enjoy, like Sheryl Crow's "Safe And Sound," Dee Lite's "Groove Is In The Heart," Aimee Mann's "Save Me," The Breeders' "Cannonball" and Smashing Pumpkins' "1979." The double shot of Prince is in honor of His Purple One's return to his rightful place atop the music industry. He was just here two nights ago in concert. I hear he rocked it hard.
The Bubba "Whoopass" Wilson song "Don't Put Your Hands On Me... Bitch" never fails to make me shoot milk out my nostrils. Even if I'm not drinking milk at the time.
Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" is for my son. He loves that song. He's 8. Go figure. He also asked for The Police's "Don't Stand So Close To Me." I don't have the stomach to tell him the whole Lolita tale behind the lyrics. Why ruin the mystery?
A side note: He's about to start guitar lessons. The teacher asks that the students bring in a CD with their favorite song of the week so they can learn it after the lesson is over.
What does he want to learn? "Smoke On The Water."
What a cool kid.
The Flys' "Got You Where I Want You" is for my wife. All I have to do is play the first bar of the song's guitar opening and it haunts her for the next two weeks.
Lynn at It Tastes Like Burning requested some Pixies, so "Where Is My Mind" is the choice this time out. It has the added bonus of being featured in the climactic scene in one of my all-time favorite movies, "Fight Club." I am Jack's burning guitar solo and warbling backing vocals.
There are a couple acoustic and live versions, like Garbage's "Only Happy When It Rains," and Sting's "Brand New Day."
The live Van Halen track, "Best of Both Worlds?"It's for you, mom.
And Color Me Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up" is just so unbelievably bad, it's good.
April 27, 2004
COMING TO A LUAU NEAR YOU
Just made my first eBay purchase. From a seller in Melbourne, Australia, no less.
And I don't even know how to play the ukelele. I only recently figured out how to spell the damn word. Guess I'll be learning how.
In context, it beats the time I tried to learn the bagpipes. I was enjoying it, up until my wife had what could best be described as an intervention. I was still in the chanter part of learning. I hadn't advanced to full bag and pipe. Probably saved the marriage.
April 26, 2004
I'M WITH THE BAND
Ryan at The Dead Parrot Society is a huge fan of The Pixies.
I didn't really follow the band. Didn't have a chance to, really, since I only found out about them a couple years ago and they've been broken up since 1992. But after listening to a couple friends gush about them, I poked around and found some of their stuff and have to say I really enjoy their mix of punk, surf music and hard rock. And I liked the song "Cannonball" that was done by former Pixie bassist Kim Deal in her subsequent band, The Breeders.
Anyway, The Pixies are out on tour again after regrouping. Ryan tried to get tickets when the band came to Spokane not too long ago, but was unsuccessful.
Then he went to Starbucks.
A side note: I've had a request for some Pixies music. I'll be posting it soon to Radio.Blog.
April 24, 2004
BELLA LOONA
Comedian and director Louis C.K.is writing about driving his dog Loona home from Venice, Calif., to upstate New York. It's a great little slice-o-life travelogue.
On stage, I like to say that I do it because my wife says that the dog doesn't like to fly. I don't think a dog even knows, when it's in an airplane, that it's flying. But I drive the dog without hesitation. Because it is far easier to drive all the way across the country than it is to have that conversation with my wife. That is what I like to say on stage because people then laugh. But the truth is that, last year, I finally put my foot down and said "there is no way I'm driving that dog across again. She has to fly." My wife sadly relented. So I looked into it. I called American Airlines and asked them to run down for me exactly what the dog goes through on an air journey...
First she has to be put in a crate (something my dog hates) and she has to sit alone in that crate in the Cargo hangar for about two hours before the flight. Then the flight is like six hours or whatever, then she's unloaded and taken across the Tarmac to another cargo hold where she sits for another hour or so before I can get her. So like nine hours of sitting in the crate. I just know my dog would hate that. I called American about three times and asked them to go over it with me again. Finally, I just didn't have the heart. I drove the dog again. So now I can't blame my wife anymore. But I can still say on stage that it's because of her, because people in the audience are just strangers and who needs to tell them the truth?
My favorite part is when he let the dog out of the truck so some bidness could be done and the dog went after a beaver in a field.
We stopped at a gas station/food mart/lunch counter and parked in the back. Then we walked up into the steep, muddy woods behind the building, foraging through some thorny bushes until it opened into a large field. Another field of long grass, this time very wet. As we started to cross the field, it started raining lightly, but we went on anyway. The field became more wild and weedy as we went on. There was a single roll of hay, about 8 feet tall, on the far end of the field. As I plodded slowly across the field, stepping high in a vain attempt to keep my feet dry, Loona the dog ran around me in wide circles.
As we reached the end of the field, I noticed that she wasn't running anymore. She was standing stock still, shoulders hunched and head low with her tail curled behind her. I recognized this as being her hunting stance. But what was she hunting? I could only see empty, green field in front of her. Now, she's not the smartest dog in the world. I wouldn't put hunting nothing past her. But usually she figures out it's nothing after a few seconds. Here she was really dug in. As I got closer, I tried to follow her line of vision and I saw it. A beaver was standing in the grass, stock still, like it had been stuffed. It was trying not to move or breathe, hoping that Loona would forget it was there. As I got closer I could see that the poor beaver was frozen in a very awkward position. It was almost like a cartoon. He had seen the dog and started to turn away to run but the dog had clocked him so he was frozen in this left-leaning, twisted sort of "turning to go" position.
After about a minute of this stand-off, Loona started to approach the beaver very slowly, placing each paw carefully. The beaver continued his bluff, though, not moving. I could almost hear him whistling and going "Hmmm hmmm. Nothing here but us grass!"
In this shot you can actually see his right eye and you can kind of tell that he's looking away from Loona. The balls on that beaver, man. Loona got all the way up to him, nose to nose, before he broke into a run. She chased him through the field, around and around in figure eights, at one point getting a paw on his back! The balls on that beaver, man. Loona got all the way up to him, nose to nose, before he broke into a run. She chased him through the field, around and around in figure eights, at one point getting a paw on his back!
But he was too quick. He made it to the woods just in time. Loona pounced around the woods, sticking her nose here and there till, inevitably, she forgot what she was looking for and trotted away. She came up to me like "Hey, what's up?"
Yet again, we began a day believing that nothing would happen. That I would have nothing to tell about and nothing to show pictures of, and yet again I was wrong. Wild Kingdom right before my eyes. Although I think if Loona had to hunt to survive, she would last about a week, poor dog.
April 21, 2004
NEXT UP: FLASH MOBS IN PAJAMAS
If you ever wondered if fads could get any more stupid than flash mobs, say hello to the Cuddle Party.
I'll let the official Web site explain:
Remember when you were 6 years old and you and all of your cousins crawled into the top bunk and squealed and squirmed until your parents came in and had to quiet you all down? Or how about when you and your friends would make tents with the sofa cushions and whatever blankets mom would let you play with? Remember how you'd make the tent and then all snuggle up inside playing with Lego and dolls?Uh, no. But go on.
Short of making tents and trying to fit everybody atop a bunk bed, this is the feel Cuddle Parties are going for.Okay... whatever.
Wait. There's more.
In today's world, many of us aren't getting our Recommended Daily Allowance of Welcomed Touch.Oh, dear lord.
Cuddle Parties seek to change that and change it in a way that's conscious, healthy and nutritious.Nutritious? Wha...?
Many of us grew up taught that a pull-out couch full of puppy-piled kids all camped-out in front of the TV was okay, but somewhere between ages 11 and 31 things changed. Now it's only okay for kids to do that.Hello? Operator? Get me the sexual harassment hotline, please.
Who's behind all this nonsense?
Reid Mihalko is a bi-coastal sex and romance coach currently based on the island of Manhattan. His mission is to teach men and women how to create safe space for themselves and one another in order to be more fully self-expressed, sexual, intimate, related and playful. His intention in creating the Cuddle Parties, along with his workshops, lectures, films and books, is to create a safe environment for men and women to touch, be touched and love one another in a healthy and nutritious way.There's that nutritious thing again. Won't someone please explain?
Then again, please don't. It might involve violating my personal space.
April 20, 2004
SAC-RE BLEU
There are few things that you can rely on. The tides. Gravity.
And Kelley's Cul-de-Sac compilation of blog highlights over at Suburban Blight.
Makes my little link dumps look like an anthill. But there is no better way to find good blogs.
As Kelly says, the Cul-de-Sac used to be a regular feature at Suburban Blight.
"But, you know me: I like to mix it up, so once it got pretty popular, I quit doing it. Story of my life.''
Good to have it back. It'll take me a week just to tool around to all the links.
KHAAAN!
Ever have one of those days when it seems like the whole universe is against you? When you can't seem to shake your mullet-wearing, thick-accented nemesis?
Me neither.
But if I did, I'd have to click here and crank the volume. For therapy's sake.
April 18, 2004
MULLET NATION
It's my own fault, really. For far too long, The Mullet Project has been far too neglected while the more bedazzling Hulk Hands Project, The Sombrero Project (and its subsequent parts (Dos, Tres and Quatro),and The King Project garnered all the glory.
It was an easy mistake to make.
But much of that neglect was rectified on Saturday night when I took it to a party being thrown in honor of my buddy Drew, who just got a big promotion at work.
The results, quite honestly, were breathtaking.
Drew felt the need to have the comfort that only a sombrero can provide while wearing a mullet.
When you see this photo, can there be any question of how this man was able to attain his latest career achievement? I think not.
When Kurt put on the wig, a genetic trigger snapped in his molecules, releasing Molly Hatchet DNA that he didn't even know he had.
There are two types of people in the world: people who were made to wear mullet wigs and those who were made to wear sombreros. Mike and Autumn have clearly found their correct niches.
Or maybe not.
As Nancy helps adjust his pelt, Mike tries out a little air piano.
Ahhhh. All is now correct. Mike is indeed a man of the mullet.
This photo proves a well-known axiom: You can never have too many guys named Mike wearing a mullet at a party.
You have no idea how hard we had to crowbar Paul and Sherry to get the damn things off their heads. Some people just acquire an unnatural fixation for mullets and sombreros, I guess. It's understandable, of course, but you've gotta know when to say when.
One day in the future, computer anthropologists will comb the Web in search of an answer as to whether the purest form of human joy, the ecstasy that comes from knowing your truest self, was ever made manifest on the Internet.
And then they will find this photo. And all answers shall be made known.
April 17, 2004
READ ALL ABOUT IT
Ooooooh, how I do love me a good newspaper war. Especially when I'm on the side with the momentum.
For the record, you won't find this story in The Times.
6,367 is such an ugly number.
FROZEN BOLTS
Congratulations to the Tampa Bay Lightining for their 3-2 win against the New York Islanders in the series clinching game NHL playoffs's first round.
The Bolts never were able to sell out the Forum Which Dare Not Speak Its Name, but then, the Isles gave away almost 8,000 seats to season ticket holders to fill up the Nassau Colliseum.
You have to applaud the Bolts for their various marketing efforts. First, the team's mascot, Thunder Bug, lived on the roof in an effort to stoke fan support.
Then the team tried other methods. Namely, the messiest press release ever created:
This frozen heap greeted us on Thursday. Not sure when it happened, but the team dumped a pile of ice shavings from the Forum rink and then planted this sign:
We had fun with it. I threw some at my colleagues. Even kept a cup of it in the freezer at work, just in case they win the Stanley Cup.
Now, you might think the ice wouldn't survive in Florida heat, but damn if it didn't survive.
This was Friday at about 2 p.m.
If the Bolts keep winning, they can dump all the ice they want.
April 16, 2004
I WANTED THE BEST
I'LL GET THE BEST
I know where I'll be the night of July 31.
Remember that final, final, absolutely final, never-to-be-repeated, last-time-on-planet-earth tour KISS went on two years ago?
Nevermind.
KISS is going out on tour again.
(Sorry, I had to throw in one of the weirdest backstage photos ever.)
Anyway, they were just here about two months ago on a co-headlining tour with Aerosmith. They're coming back in July to rock the new Tampa Bay Amphitheatre. Unfortunately this time it will be with Poison, but hey. I can endure 30 minutes of crap to get to the cream.
Here's the press release that was on their Web site. I love how they keep pumping their numbers. Like anyone doubts how great they were.
VH1 CLASSIC PRESENTS ROCK THE NATION
KISS AND POISON TO TOUR U.S.
2.5 tons of greasepaint……. 4,362 gallons of fake blood…. 3,400 smashed guitars, tons of explosives and lights… and enough platform boots stacked end to end to circle the globe……… for more than thirty years, “The Greatest Rock ‘N’ Rock Show on Earth” has played more than 3,500 concerts in front of 78 million fans around the world. And it’s not over yet.
You wanted the best, you got the best!!
VH1 Classic presents KISS - back this summer with a new show, new stage and a set list featuring rarely heard gems from the entire KISS catalog along with more fire, more screaming guitars and more spectacle than ever with their ROCK THE NATION tour.
And if that isn’t enough, POISON, the most glam of all the glam-rock bands will be joining KISS for the tour that is sure to put the sweat back into Summer!! It all begins in San Antonio, TX on June 10.
Purveyors of decadence and excess since the Seventies, KISS invented stadium rock with their sci-fi Kabuki costumes, explosive theatrics and, of course, their garish make-up. In their extensive world tours, they’ve attracted the most rabid fans: The KISS Army. KISS rocked 800 million viewers at Super Bowl XXXIII (while managing to stay fully clothed), breathed fire into the closing ceremonies of the 2002 Winter Olympics, and welcomed the New Year with a bang at Times Square for four consecutive years.
None of the pyrotechnics and make-up would matter without the music: Destroyer, Rock and Roll All Over, Love Gun and Alive became the soundtracks for teenage rebellion.
They have recorded more gold records than any other American band in history and have sold more than 80 million albums worldwide.
Now in their third decade of musical mayhem, KISS is as vital as ever.
Their 1997 release, Psycho-Circus, climbed the charts and nabbed a Grammy nomination. They started 2003 by performing live with the prestigious Melbourne Symphony Orchestra (all donned in KISS make-up) before a sold-out crowd of over 40,000 fans at Australia’s Telstra Dome. The performance was recorded and released on the certified gold KISS SYMPHONY - ALIVE IV CD (KISS Records/Sanctuary Music Group) and on the double-platinum DVD, KISS SYMPHONY, which debuted at No. 1.
The year 2003 culminated for KISS with their co-headline tour with Aerosmith, which stands out as one of the most successful tours of the 21st century.
POISON exploded out of the LA club scene and onto the national stage, and Bret, Bobby, C.C. and Rikki never looked back. With a string of multi-platinum records and Top Ten hits that included "Every Rose Has Its Thorn," "Something To Believe In," "Unskinny Bop," "Nothin' But A Good Time," "Talk Dirty To Me," "Your Mama Don't Dance," etc., Poison went on to sell over 20 million records, and garnered a solid fan base around the world. Throughout the band's many ups and downs, as shown VH1's "Behind The Music" episode, which was seen by over five million viewers the weekend it premiered, fans who flock to their sold-out shows year after year have come to expect an exciting, high energy show in true Poison tradition. Says lead singer Bret Michaels, “Throughout our entire career, we have been headlining, but I look at the opportunity to go on the road with KISS as a complete honor.
Poison’s set will be nothing but hits, a balls-to-the-wall, all thriller-no filler, stage show.”
Tickets for ROCK THE NATION with KISS and POISON go on sale beginning on April 24, 2004.
KISS / POISON TOUR DATES 2004
June 10 San Antonio, TX Verizon Wireless Amphitheater
June 11 Dallas, TX Smirnoff Music Center
June 12 Houston, TX Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion
June 15 Denver, CO Coors Amphitheatre
June 16 Albuquerque, NM Journal Pavilion
June 18 Phoenix, AZ Cricket Pavilion
June 19 Los Angeles, CA Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre
June 20 Concord, CA Chronicle Pavilion
June 22 Portland, OR Clark County Amphitheatre
June 23 Seattle, WA White River Amphitheatre
June 26 Minneapolis, MN FloatRite Amphitheatre
June 27 Kansas City, KS Verizon Wireless Amphitheater
June 28 St. Louis, MO UMB Bank Pavilion
June 30 Detroit, MI DTE Energy Music Theatre
July 2 Nashville, TN Starwood Amphitheatre
July 3 Indianapolis, IN Verizon Wireless Music Center
July 4 Pittsburgh, PA Post Gazette Pavilion
July 6 Cleveland, OH Blossom Music Center
July 7 Milwaukee, WI Marcus Amphitheatre
July 9 Chicago, IL Tweeter Center
July 10 Columbus, OH Germain Amphitheater
July 11 Cincinnati, OH Riverbend Music Center
July 13 Camden, NJ Tweeter Waterfront
July 14 Darien Center, NY Darien Lake Performing Arts Center
July 16 Boston, MA Tweeter Center
July 17 Atlantic City, NJ Trump Taj Mahal
July 18 Hershey, PA Hershey Park Stadium
July 20 Holmdel, NJ PNC Bank Arts Center
July 21 Wantagh, NY Tommy Hilfiger at Jones Beach
July 23 Scranton, PA Ford Pavilion at Montage Mountain
July 24 Washington DC Nissan Pavilion
July 25 Virginia Beach, VA Verizon Wireless Virginia Beach Amphitheater
July 27 Raleigh, NC ALLTEL Pavilion at Walnut Creek
July 28 Charlotte, NC Charlotte Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre
July 30 West Palm, FL Sound Advice Amphitheater
July 31 Tampa, FL Tampa Bay Amphitheatre
Aug. 3 Birmingham, AL Oak Mountain Amphitheatre
Aug. 4 Atlanta, GA Hi Fi Buys Amphitheatre
NOW PLAYING
After two-plus weeks, I figured the music in the Radio Blog was getting a little stale, so I've changed out the playlist.
I asked last time for some suggestions on what you'd want to hear. I got bupkiss. So everything you see on the list is from the personal CD archive.
Like last time, there are plenty of different aural croutons on which to munch. There's some acoustic, a little old-school rap, a nibble of country, some rock, some new wave, some piano ballads, even a little ska.
I like finding acoustic or live versions tracks of songs you probably already know. Gives them a different flavor. This version of Duran Duran's "Ordinary World" is one of those. It isn't often you hear Simon LeBon sing in a low register. I think it beats the studio version. I like the Seven Mary Three track of "Lucky," too, for the same reasons. And the acoustic version of Chris Isaak's "Baby Did A Bad Thing." What a great song. I also like the live version of John Mayer's "Why Georgia." You can hear some great fingering technique in the beginning of the song. (No fingering jokes, please.)
Some of these are just memory strolls. Madness' "One Step Beyond," Run DMC's "It's Tricky" and Kurtis Blow's "Basketball" just remind me of the early '80s. (Hearing the names Moses Malone and Daryl Dawkins in that song is enough to make me feel ancient.)
The Knack's "Good Girls Don't" is a song I used to sing in the car with my buddies in high school. The Vines' "Get Free" is a song that makes me wish I was in high school so I could sing it in the car with my buddies.
John Lee Hooker's "Boom, Boom, Boom" reminds me of the time I saw him play on the back of a flatbed truck behind the student union at Florida State University. Guy sat in a lawn chair wobbling on the tailgate and played two hours of hellacious blues as the sun went down. People could barely see him in the dusk. He didn't give a damn.
But the best song on here is the Foo Fighters' "Times Like These." Damn thing has been running on a loop in my head for weeks since I saw them kill on the Grammy's with it. It was an awesome performance, especially since St. Petersburg resident Chick Corea was playing piano melodies through it. Dave Grohl is a god. I hope he gets his recognition outside the shadow of Nirvana one day.
Anyway, let me know what you think. And again, if you have any requests, the DJ's listening.
DARWIN'S THEORY:
A SMART MONKEY
DOESN'T MONKEY AROUND
WITH ANOTHER MONKEY'S MONKEY
This commercial reminds me of the time I got paid for feeding gingerbread cookies covered in marshmallows and gumdrops to orangutans at the zoo for Christmas story I wrote.
The short version: They went batshit crazy for them. One baby orang climbed on top of a large female's coconut-sized head, peeled open her lips and tried to rip one of the cookies from her mouth. The dominant male snorked one down like it was a grape. Just inhaled it like it was a speck.
Two other females were total pigs, running to find their cookies and then storming off to enjoy them alone. Like it was a couple vats of Hagen Daas or something.
So much for Darwin's theory. It was survival of the fattest on that one.
April 15, 2004
HAIRY CARRY
ESPN.com has a great list of the best hair in Major League Baseball history.
I'm partial to the fu-manchu of Al Hrabosky. Mostly because he had a cool nickname - "The Mad Hungarian" - and partly because I used to imitate him as a kid.
Al's schtick was to take the ball off the mound, stand with his back to the plate between the rubber and second base, take his glove off, rub the ball in both hands vigorously for about a dozen times, put his glove back on, whip the ball into the web of the glove and then act like a wild man as he stomped back to the top of the mound.
The avalanche of hair coming off his face only enhanced this performance.
PHANTASTIC
Alan over at the always impeccable and highly readable Hudsonian passes along this interesting fan promotion night in Philadelphia:
As part of the opening of Citizens Bank Park, the Phillies - who conclude their first regular-season home series tonight against the Reds - have partnered with St. Louis-based Build-A-Bear Workshop to create the 400-square-foot "Make Your Own Phanatic" store inside the ballpark. The store, the only Build-A-Bear Workshop within a sports facility, allows fans to customize their own Phillie Phanatic doll in the same fashion as Build-A-Bear's signature Bearemy doll. For $22, fans get their Phanatic doll stuffed and clothed with the mascot's regular Phillies uniform. For about $10 more, the Phanatic doll can be outfitted with one of several past Phanatic costumes.
Anyone remember when you went to the ballpark to... watch the game?
METAL HEALTH WILL DRIVE YOU MAD
After meeting Quiet Riot vocalist Kevin DuBrow late last year in Orlando, I started getting e-mails from him announcing his latest musical projects. He was a nice guy, had a sweet girlfriend and seemed to be enjoying life. But I still found it more than a little amusing to be getting missives from the guy who sang "Cum On Feel The Noize" 20 years ago.
I have a weird job.
Anyway, a couple weeks ago, I get an e-mail from Kevin saying he's going out for a tour. He's playing places like The Wet Spot in Caledonia, Ohio, and the Horseshoe Bar in Lake Lillian, Minn., and the Corner Pocket in New Haven, Conn.
Cool, I thought to myself. The guy's going out to keep the pipes tuned up.
Then I get this e-mail yesterday:
For Immediate Release
Humble Pie drummer gives Quiet Riot vocalist "thumbs up!"
Uh oh. This could be a "Spinal Tap" moment if there ever was one.
Original Humble Pie drummer Jerry Shirley has given his stamp of approval to Quiet Riot vocalist Kevin DuBrow’s version of the 1970 Humble Pie song "Red Light Mama Red Hot". It’s featured on DuBrow’s upcoming "In For The Kill" solo album on Shrapnel Records.
Commenting on an advance copy, Shirley had this to say. "It’s really strange to hear someone do a song from this part of Steve Marriott’s career. People usually cover either Small Faces tunes or they do '30 Days In The Hole' from Humble Pie. You’ve been faithful to the original and it really has balls. I give it the thumb’s up!" Shirley told DuBrow.
DuBrow had this to say about Shirley’s endorsement. "Being that ‘Red Light Mama’ is the centerpiece of the album and Humble Pie was always my favorite band, his comments mean the world to me. I’m ecstatic!" The album comes out sometime next month.
Okay, there are several ways to talk about this.
First, if you're going to cover a song from a 40-year-old album in an attempt to make a comeback, cover something that someone has heard, dude.
Second, who even knew that Humble Pie had a drummer, much less one that was still alive?
Third, a man over 40 should never type the words "balls" and "thumbs up" anywhere in the same paragraph. Reeks of prostate exam, dude.
HI, FIVE
Raise your hand, raise your hand, if you're sure.
Speaking of hand slapping, anyone remember this game from school days. Some days I'd come home with hands that looked like roast beef, we played so much Slaps.
And if you're wondering what the time is, talk to the hand.
April 13, 2004
PUTTING THE REAL IN REAL ESTATE
Gotta love this site, which goofs on the overblown ads that real estate brokers use to push their services.
Have you noticed that they're usually on the phone? (Unintended message: I'm too busy to work with you, unless you happen to be looking in the $500,000 range.)
And apparently, they're so versatile they can set up shop anywhere.
Thanks J-Walk.
A TYSON WHO WON'T BITE YOUR EAR
Meet Tyson, a skateboarding bulldog.
Don't miss seeing this footage of him gleaming the cube. Priceless.
Either that or I'm easily amused.
April 12, 2004
YOUR FORECAST FOR TODAY
The National Weather Service has just issued a heavy storm warning for central Florida.
Along with heavy showers, possible lightning, strong winds and potential hail, it also will result in light blogging in the morning, followed by more intense writing in the evening and late evening hours.
Check back for more updates as the weather allows.
April 11, 2004
April 10, 2004
TIME FOR A LINK DUMP
SUBLIME AMUSEMENT
* A movie I can't wait to see.
* Learn a new card trick.
* Just what we all need: A chicken slave.
* What happens when your bike is your job.
* I'm suddenly and strangely attracted to my fingers.
GOOFING OFF
* Dress up any number of virtual paper dolls. Just click and drag.
* A new phrase for the dictionary: Happiness Terrorism.
* Brush up on your puberty and dating etiquette.
* What happens when you hand your infant to a famous stranger.
BRILLIANCE PERSONIFIED
* Random musings, collected in an interesting way.
* Listen to the sound of '50s, '60s and '70s soul.
* What if you were so smart, no one knew who you were?
UNEXPLAINED PHENOMENAE
* A graphic novel that morphs into a DJ sample mix board. Weird.
* Who knew Radar was missing a digit?
* When words become photos.
April 09, 2004
HULK HANDS UPDATE
For some inexplicable reason, The Hulk Hands Project has found new life.
For those who are unaware, the project was spawned after we received these foam hands in the mail as a promotion for the movie "Hulk." If you knock them around, the fists make noises like, "HULK SMASH!" and "AAARRRGH! MY BUNION!!!!"
Anyway, whenever people would pass my desk, I'd nail them with a photo. Same concept as The Sombrero Project, The King Project and The Mullet Project. Just give people an object to pose with and see what happens.
Anyway, we have some new additions to the green hands gallery:
Yes, that's our Cloe. Miss Florida 1987.
Can't decide on this one if Jenny is signaling a successful field goal or directing an F-14 on the flight deck. Whatever she's doing, she's pretty damn happy about it.
Josh already has posed with the hands, but he's a new daddy and I figured he needed to get some aggression out.
Something about these hands just speaks to Josh.
Craig had a little accident the other day on the basketball court when he tried to Shaq-Daddy someone and broke a bone in his hand. To me, it just begged for his cast to be adorned with noisy green foam. Looks like a lollipop on a stick.
April 08, 2004
BUGGIN' OUT
You may have heard by now that the Tampa Bay Lightning won their first playoff game of the season tonight with a 3-0 shutout of the New York Islanders.
Tampa isn't exactly abuzz with hockey fever. Sure, you see people around town wearing their jerseys and displaying car flags, but the first game didn't sell out. But you have to understand that it's Easter and Passover and the weather has been incredible and daylight savings has taken hold and the Rays' season has started and... well... there are other things on our collective mind at the moment.
That said, it hasn't stopped the Bolts from trying to generate a little hype. That includes having their mascot, Thunder Bug, pull a stunt by living on the roof of the Forum in a tent until the first two games sell out.
Now that the first game is over, he's still pushing for Game 2. I went up with my friend Al to hang out over at the Forum and see what kind of mischief we could make.
This is Carl. He lives in Brandon. He used to be a season ticket holder until he was in a car crash last year that wrecked his hip, made him unable to work and sapped his finances.
He started camping out next to the box office entrance at the Forum Wednesday morning in hopes of being the first to be able to buy two of the 200 playoff tickets that were made available for $8 Thursday afternoon.
What's Carl reading? The biography of Phil Esposito, of course.
To lure more people into buying tickets, the Lightning began cooking free hamburgers and hot dogs for anyone who wanted them, regardless of whether the people eating had bought tickets or not.
Pretty decent of them, I'd say.
How can you tell the difference between team captain Dave Andreychuk and this five-story mural on the northwest wall of the Forum?
The mural actually moves.
The Lightning host this 6-foot-tall bobblehead in the lobby of their Forum offices. The NHL had one for every team made up for the All-Star Game this year and then auctioned them for charity. The guy who won the Lightning auction paid roughly $5,000, shipped it back to Florida for $600 and then called the team to ask if they wanted to have it for a while since he didn't have enough room at his house.
Team president Ron Campbell, who had been bidding against the guy unknowingly and had stopped at about $4,500, was more than happy to oblige.
How sad is it that my head is only slightly smaller than his?
Up on the sixth floor of the Forum, behind a set of double doors and on top of an elevated platform Jason Franke, the man behind the ThunderBug costume, sits on the roof of the facility and waits for fans to end his self-imposed, ticket-selling exile.
It's not the harshest existence in the world. Yes, he does sleep in a tent. There is no air conditioning, but then, he doesn't really need it in late March/early April in Florida. He's been lucky this year - there's been no rain. Skies have been blue and humidity relatively low. Last year was another story. Lots of weather. Plenty of misery.
This year, Kane's furniture has supplied a love seat, recliner and sofa. IHOP brings him $50 worth of breakfast every day. And he gets paid to be up there.
Life is good.
Could this be a sign of things to come for the team as well?
Here, Al tests the comfort and structural integrity of the love seat.
The TV is hidden under an end table. In the bright glare of the midday sun, it's pretty useless to try and watch anything. (The tarp is there to cover the TV and table in case of rain.)
Still, it is Florida and sitting on any roof for any length of time can prove to be a rather warm experience. Franke keeps a fully-stocked cooler with juice and Gatorade. His laptop keeps him entertained and connected to friends and family. And this plastic kiddie pool on the northern part of the platform is there in case of emergency wading needs he might experience.
There's nothing special about the setup, other than it being totally provided for free. If I were him, I'm move this love seat into the tent instead of sleeping on the floor of the platform.
A coffee table without some sort of ornamental upon it would be gauche. Here, Franke displays two of his Lightning miniatures tastefully ringed in a Sunshine Network visor.
Inside the tent is, well, what you'd expect to find if a bachelor in an oversized insect hockey costume was hanging out for a week. The bee head is the first indication. (It was airing out while perched on a running floor fan.) His costume jersey sits on the makeshift bed, waiting to be donned at a moment's notice.
The floor of the tent would be nightmarish to code inspector. Lots of electrical cords and flammable artificial fibers. Franke did have excellent taste in DVD movies: Top Gun, Meet the Parents and Blazing Saddles were the three most visible titles.
What, no Slapshot?
One mitigating piece of evidence: A gossip magazine featuring juicy tidbits on... Star Jones?!?!?
Dude...
These boots were made for clomping.
Stocky and relatively softspoken, Jason was an extremely decent guy to let us hang in his pad for a few minutes. (I've adhered to the Mascot Code and protected his identity in this photo.) When I mentioned to a team official that they might be subjecting him to cruel and unusual punishment, he replied, "If we didn't let him do it, he'd be pissed. He lives for this. It's been 6 months to a year in the making."
Jason has the best view of downtown Tampa. He can even hear cars and trucks on the nearby Selmon Expressway honk their hellos at him.
His perch also gives him a great view of Tampa Bay Storm practices on the portico of the Forum, as well as a vantage point for witnessing traffic incidents.
"The other day, I saw one of the Marriott valet guys T-bone the trolley," he said.
Jason, your summons to testify as a witness should be arriving in the mail one day very soon.
CRAP SAFARI
About 7 months ago, I tried to kill a little time by shopping in a rundown consignment mall. I, of course, brought my camera and found lots of horrific trinkets. The result was the first Crap Safari.
A couple days ago, I had time to kill at the mall. (It only happens twice a year. I swear.) What I found there boggled even me.
I'm not sure what's going on at the moment in popular culture, but it appears that the movie "Scarface" is popular again, for whatever reason.
And what better way to show your allegiance to bad acting, garbage movie direction and violence glorification? By purchasing a print from a movie still and framing it with a Cuban cigar.
Oh, and two bullets. How classy.
In 1981, the defensive front four of the New York Jets picked up the nickname of the "Sack Exchange." The players included Joe Klecko, Marty Lyons, Abdul Salaam and Mark "I Look Like A Bad Adult Films Star" Gastineau. They recorded 66 sacks and put the Jets back into the playoffs for the first time in 11 years.
That's right. Got them into the playoffs. They didn't win the Super Bowl. Or the AFC Championship. Just got to the playoffs.
What better way to honor that prestigious achievement than to hang this handsome framed lithograph on your wall. There is no clearer message to send to that girl you're wooing that you've yet to get over the 1980s.
And of course, if that's not enough of a statement, you can pick up this accompanying trinket to make the set complete.
I was dumbfounded when I came across this table full of specialty candles. The variety was awe inspiring.
If this tiger wasn't cheesy enough for you...
...you could always go with a sports theme.
I think Jon Gruden has one of these on his mantle at home. Right next to his Sports Illustrated shoe phone.
Price: $34.95
Ah, more "Scarface." I'm sensing a "Say hello to my little friend" theme.
I found this ashtray in one of those "Smoke N Stuff" stores. Kind of fitting that you'd dab out your cancer stick into one of these, isn't it?
If wolves had the ability to carve and mold and sculpt and chisel, I'd have to think this would be their Mount Rushmore.
I hear Spencer Gifts will soon offer a low-carb version.
If you haven't been inside a Spencer store since you had to replace your black light in 1981 because you broke it while trying to turn it into a bong, you might be surprised to learn that for all the wind-up hopping genitalia, the KISS drinking goblets and the remote control fart machines, there's a dark side to this establishment that caters to the newly emerging Goth kid who wants to dip his toe into the mascara pool, but isn't sure how deep to go.
What this thing is, I'll never know. Probably a creature of the netherworld of some sort. Made in Singapore.
Is it me, or does his face bear an uncanny resemblance to this guy?
This was a winning product on many levels for me. First, the name. Second, the selling pitch: "Real baby nipple!" Like that's a good thing.
And then for the parents, there's this notation on the package: "Made With Juice Concentrate/Fortified With Vitamin C/Real Fruit Bits."
"Mom, do I need to take my vitamin today?"
"No, Billy. You've had your Suck Up already."
April 07, 2004
DEVIL RAYS 9, YANKEES 4
Oh, how I love when Yankees fans go apoplectic three games into the season.
Meanwhile, a Red Sox fan over at Yanksfan vs. Soxfan muses about paid official designations of Yankees sponsors:
Tonight listening to the Yankees radio broadcast, Charlie Steiner cited "Krispy Kreme, the official doughnut of the Yankees radio network". What exactly does that mean? How can a radio network have an official doughnut? Does the doughnut make appearances at all Yankees radio network functions? Does the doughnut donate money to charity each time the Yankees radio network hits a home run? Does the doughnut put in personal autograph signing appearances at local convention halls? How can radio waves have an official pastry? The mind boggles...
For the record, Krispy Kreme is the official doughnut of Side Salad.
For what it's worth.
JOKE OF THE DAY
My Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose), sends along this joke.
Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They're determined to make a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy.
As soon as the plane landed, they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous trunks, sunglasses and shirts.
The next morning, they went to the beach, dressed in their "tourist" garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, when a drop dead gorgeous blonde in a tiny bikini came walking straight towards them. They couldn't help but stare.
As the blonde passed them, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Father," nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by.
They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests?
The next day, they went back to the store, bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud; you could hear them before you even saw them.
Once again, they settled on the beach in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine, etc. After a while, the same gorgeous blonde came, wearing a string bikini this time, walking toward them.
Again, she approached them and greeted them individually: "Good morning, Father. Good morning, Father," and started to walk away.
One of the priests couldn't stand it and said, "Just a minute, young lady."
"Yes?" she replied.
"We are priests, and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know we are priests?"
"Father, it's me, Sister Helen."