If you recognize the John Wayne Gacy cake, you know that it's time to celebrate the Salad Bowl's anniversary.
Yes, today Side Salad is :::holding out four fingers::: fee yess olt.
Avid fans of the Salad might be interested in seeing the first posting:
IS THIS THING ON?
So. This is it. The world of blogs.
Nice. Comfy. Ample leg room.
All that stands in the way of genius expression and public stupidity: actual ideas worth sharing.
No pressure there.
Welcome to Side Salad. What kind of dressing would you like?
Then again, maybe not. Exactly 2,521 posts later - 663 during the past 12 months alone - this is far as our civilization has advanced. How sad.
If there's one abiding principle here for what is worthy of blogging in the Salad Bowl, I'd have to refer to Jeff Goldblum's line from "The Big Chill" when his character, a reporter for People magazine, says, "pieces for publication should never be so long that they exceed the time it takes for the average reader to take an average crap."
To the Salad readers, I thank you for your patience and loyalty.
To the friends and family of the Salad, I hope I haven't shamed you unnecessarily with my actions.
To the many contributors - Rev. Joe, Rommie, Willie, Alan, Drew, Jolie, Patrick and Katherine, to name a few - I thank you for stoking the coals of this ugly beast.
So, with that in mind, here's the best from the previous year.
CRAP AT IT'S CRAPARIFFIC BEST:
Last day of "Fisheaven", hate to leave!!!!!!
Leaves turn golden, beautiful.
Sports Lake, will be frozen soon.
Pete sends along these photos of the last fishing trip of the year:
So, I'm walking through the Holy Blessed Shrine of Costco on Sunday with the Salad Family. We're all dressed for the Bucs game - Salad Wife in her No. 97 Simeon Rice jersey, Salad Boy in his No. 55 Derek Brooks shirt, me in my No. 40 Mike Alstott getup complete with several layers of red, pewter and black beads around my neck.
All of a sudden, we see it. A large round object in the far distance.
Was this it? Was this the fabled inflatable Christmas snow globe lawn display that the Salad Mother-In-Law had called to tell me about while shopping a couple weeks ago? I hadn't gotten to the Holy Blessed Shrine in time before they were all bought out.
So, as we're walking through the store, I start my Forrest Gump immitation. Arms flailing. Legs kicking like a moron. I'm making no progress, running in place.
"Run Forrest!" Salad Wife says. With that authorization, the boy and I take off.
We get to the aisle and there it is, big as Gibraltar.
Got a couple bylines today, one on workplace food theft, the other an interview with Darren Rovell about his book "First To Thirst: How Gatorade Turned The Science of Sweat Into A Cultural Phenomenon," a chronicle of the creation and supremacy of Gatorade.
Rovell covers sports business for ESPN.com and also keeps a pretty interesting Gatorade blog.
Best thing on TV this week - other than the 17-16 Buccaneers win over Green Bay, of course - was the pregame interview Terry Bradshaw did with Jon Gruden on Bradshaw's "Ten Yards With TB" segment.
BRADSHAW: Who's your favorite Three Stooge?
GRUDEN: I like, uh... I like Curly.
BRADSHAW: Curly... 'cause he's...
GRUDEN: He could take a punch.
[Both men laugh]
GRUDEN: He's durable.
BRADSHAW: I'm gonna take you to a karaoke bar tonight. [pause] And... you're gonna have to get up and sing.
BRADSHAW: I know. So what's the song? What's the name of the song?
GRUDEN: I'm kind of a country rock kinda guy. [pause] Probably be "What's Your Name" by Lynyrd Skynyrd.
GRUDEN: Really. I love that song.
GRUDEN: Heh, heh, heh. "Takin' Care Of Business"?
BRADSHAW: I love the old songs, [sings wrong version] What's your name...
GRUDEN: No, no, no.
BRADSHAW: That's not it?
BRADSHAW: And the Lynyrd's version is...?
GRUDEN: [sings] What's your name... little girl [pause] You know how that goes?
BRADSHAW: No, that's why I'm askin'.
GRUDEN: Well... I ain't goin' karaokeing tonight, just so you know. You asked me if I did. I ain't, so that's all I'm sayin'.
BRADSHAW: I'm gonna give you another choice here. Your favorite Jennifer.
GRUDEN: I'll be good at Jennifers. Now, you got Anniston.
BRADSHAW: You've got three. Okay, Anniston.
GRUDEN: You got Lopez.
BRADSHAW: I got Lopez.
GRUDEN: Like those two, man.
BRADSHAW: You got one more?
GRUDEN: Do I need a third? Sheeze.
BRADSHAW: [laughs] You got Garner?
GRUDEN: I'd go Anniston.
GRUDEN: Yeah. I like her.
Man. I'm busy Saturday night. Almost makes me sick to miss this event. I know how the devoted Salad readership (now in double digits) expects coverage of the freakish and abnormal. This promises to be a happening chock full of weirdness and potential for immolation:
THIS WEEKEND – HOGS, WINGS AND FUN DECEND ON PLANT CITY FOR THIRD ANNUAL BIKE FEST
PLANT CITY, FL – September 26, 2005 – This Saturday, October 1, 2005, tens-of-thousands of bikers and motorcycle fans will gather in downtown Plant City, Fla. for the Third Anniversary Plant City Bike Fest.
The event will take place Saturday from 5:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m., near the historic Plant City Train Depot. Admission is free, and more than 20,000 spectators are expected to attend to enjoy food, live entertainment and of course the allure of more than 10,000 motorcycles.
Jesse, "The Human Bomb," will set himself afire in two separate appearances that evening, and there will be biker games in the south parking lot throughout the night. The highlight of this year's Bike Fest will be when 300 lucky people get the chance to participate in a dice roll to win a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
It takes guts to set oneself ablaze.
It takes commitment to do it twice on the same night.
I feel the urge to chase this guy with a marshmallow on a stick... make a snack of the event.
I am haunted by randomness.
Everything around me seems in chaos and disarray.
The world is a mess, a game of 52 Pick-Up every second of the day with no reason, predictability or order to guide its path.
Or is it?
In March of this year, my buddy Drew snapped this photo coming out of Wal-Mart:
Willie Drye, author of Storm of the Century: The Labor Day Hurricane of 1935, thoughtfully sends along this link to a story on the Web site of eMarketer (Motto: We named our site back when "e" was cooler than "i."):
A new study finds that blogs are more likely to deal with personal matters than politics or current events, and nearly 50 percent of bloggers see the activity as a form of therapy.
According to an AOL survey conducted by Digital Marketing Services Inc., many bloggers write about "anything and everything." But while blogs often include comments on news topics, they are more likely to be about friends, family and other personal interests.
Although bloggers say they write about personal matters on their blogs, 43.9 percent of respondents said that they read other blogs to get a different perspective on the news. These findings are similar to a Harris Interactive survey from March 2005, which found that about 44% of US Internet users read political blogs, including 16% who read them less than once a month. And although most bloggers read other blogs, the AOL survey found that almost one-quarter of them do not.
About one-half of bloggers (48.7 percent) keep a blog because it serves as a form of therapy, and 40.8 percent say it helps them keep in touch with family and friends. Just 16.2 percent say they are interested in journalism, and 7.5 pecent want to expose political information. Few see blogging as their ticket to fame.
Bill Schreiner, Vice President, AOL Community, puts it in perspective: "In a way, blogs serve as oral history. When it comes to sharing blogs and reading other people's blogs, we like to connect with people, learn about their lives, and find common ground. There's no pressure to write about a particular subject or keep blogs maintained a certain way, and it's not necessarily a popularity contest."
Maybe you should see a shrink instead...
Joe knows how to enjoy a city.
Last time we saw Joe, he was enjoying the architectural highlights of Chicago, as well as a little baseball.
Today, well... his pleasure extends elsewhere.
I'll let him explain:
Friday was a calming day marked by clouds and grayness but Saturday erupted in much merriment, thanks to the Cardinals' clinching of their NL Central Division crown on Cubby turf.
The reverend and pal hung out at Murphy's Bar right outside Wrigley's centerfield bleachers and took in many a sight and friend. Rev. Joe met two sisters, one a Cubs fan and the other a Cardinals fan and they mentioned their father spent his wedding night at a Cubs fan. That's what Rev. Joe calls faith.
The way home also featured some much sharing of glee among the female sect on the famed Red Line, which was more red than usual with the Cardinal fans rejoicing and sharing their spirit.
When viewing these photos, please share a healthy amen and hallelujah.
Soft 'n' Dry really does help hide when you're nervous inside.
We are the :::slap-slap-slap-slap-COUGH::: THREE AMIGOS!."
Two weeks into the season and things are looking strong for the Side Salads:
When we last left the Rev. Joe Kendall, star of the show "Pastor Cop," 1996's Crimefighting Clergyman of the Year and an avid baseball fan who covered 2004 Spring Training for the Salad Bowl, he was chronicling his excursion to the hallowed confines of Wrigley Field.
Today's installment includes somewhat of a tour of Chicago proper.
It's safe to say that the right reverend is mighty impressed with the Windy City.
Rev. Joe, who tends to write in a disconcerting third-person style, reports:
On Friday, it was still drizzling and breezy and Rev. Joe and his Denver pal hit the Chicago River on an architecture tour ride. The Reverend was mighty impressed with the lovely mix of art deco and modernist buildings in downtown Chicago. The tour leader was a lady by the name of Syma, a former teacher who put on a command performance of wit, humor and insight. It was a one-woman performance worthy of an Off-Broadway career. Then it was off to the game for a 2:20 pm start. The Reverend and Denver pal snagged two seats six rows behind the Cubs dugout for $20 a pop -- a true Rev. Joe miracle.
Sloane: The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Ferris: Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet.
Cameron: I think I see my dad.
The newspaper I work for in Lake Charles, La., in the path of Hurricane Rita, has shifted operations to blogspot, since everyone who can update our usual site has evacuated. They will be updating as news occurs and as long as they have power. Lake Charles, located about 15-20 miles inland from the Gulf of Mexico, is expecting to see quite a bit of flooding from the storm surge, and more from the rains; everything south of I-10 will experience flooding, and areas 8 feet above sea level and lower are expected to be underwater for at least some time. The waterways around here feed into the gulf, and the storm surge alone will cause most of them to crest. I know the focus is on the Texas coast, but we're expecting to get quite a bit of damage and 100+ mph winds ourselves.
Been ages since we last did a link dump.
So hold on loosely. But don't let go. If you cling too tightly, you're gonna lose control.
*Your DNA as artwork.
* You know my name. You know my number too.
* Highest bidder? Maybe Craig Killborn.
* Please open your Hooters Employee Handbook to page 33 and read the heading, "How much ass should I show?"
* Jeeze people, get a life.
* Good rule of thumb: Don't take your mom to a job interview.
* Is it that hard to just put the bottle in the freezer overnight?
* For your viewing pleasure: The Daily Dancer.
* And when you smile for the camera, you know I'm gonna love ya.
* And here I thought the theme to "Charles In Charge" was the worst possible song.
* Insane Clown Potsie.
* Remember this? Now there's this. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.
Salutary crutons go out to to TBT, which featured the Salad in a list of Tampa Bay blog hot spots.
There's a companion piece with mini-features on local blogs, including Friends of the Salad, such as the excellent Sticks of Fire, the always enticing Sarah In Tampa, the always enjoyable Midnight Culmination and the fascinating Seminole Heights.
Word is that they wanted to feature local blogs written by authors between 18 and 35. I clearly fall out of that range.
Blog hot spot, eh? I feel absolutely peri-menopausal.
Safe to say that Friday night at this time, the northeast Gulf coast of Texas and the adjoining southwest Louisiana coastline region will be having one helluva bad evening.Hurricane Rita is taking aim and bearing down with Category 3 winds of 140 mph. That's a far cry from the 175 mph that were clocked earlier today, but at this point, it's barely relevant, given that the storm surge tends to do more damage than the wind.
Fresh from a soggy weekend of enduring Hurricane Ophelia and hunkered down in the Side Salad Weather Center's Doppler 12,000 North Carolina Bureau, Willie Drye, author of Storm of the Century: The Labor Day Hurricane of 1935, continues to pump out great reports for the National Geographic Web site:
Hurricane Rita is expected to make landfall at or near Texas's Galveston Bay late Friday or early Saturday. Forecasters think Hurricane Rita will weaken some before it comes ashore, but will still arrive with winds of at least 130 miles an hour (210 kilometers an hour) and inflict massive damage.
"It's the difference between tremendous damage and devastating damage," Beeler said. "It'll still be very bad. Texas hasn't been hit by something this strong in quite a while."
Like all of the recent powerful Gulf of Mexico hurricanes, Hurricane Rita underwent a period of rapid intensification. The storm climbed from a Category Two to a Category Five hurricane in less than 24 hours.
A Category Two hurricane has winds of 96 to 110 miles an hour (155 to 177 kilometers an hour). A Category Five hurricane has winds exceeding 155 miles an hour (250 kilometers an hour).
Hurricane Rita's rate of intensification approaches the most rapid intensification on record for any tropical cyclone. In 1983 a typhoon in the Pacific Ocean underwent an intensification that boosted its top winds from 75 miles an hour (120 kilometers an hour) to 173 miles an hour (278 kilometers an hour) in less than 24 hours.
Beeler said the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico have fueled the recent spate of monster hurricanes.
"For the last few years, the Gulf has had very warm waters," Beeler said. "That doesn't cause hurricanes to develop, but it acts like a high-octane fuel for them."
And while New Orleans is again escaping a direct hi, there are more than a few worried about whether the temporary measures will hold back the additional storm surge and rainfall.
As the folks at Wizbang (reciprocal Salad linker) noted with an alarming photo accompanying this comment:
That is the state of repairs on the 17th street canal. If you look at the height of the repair it is about as tall as the track on the crane. If you look next to the crane you will see the guy in the blue shirt... The track is about up to his waist.
So, plus or minus a little bit, we can handle about 3 feet of storm surge. Rita is hitting to our west but she has 175mph winds and about a 30 foot storm surge. Do the math.
Random photos generated by the Google Image Search directory under the name "Rita":
Rev. Joe Kendell took a little road trip to Chicago this week.
Usually serving as the Salad Bowl's spring training and minor league baseball specialist, the right reverend spent four days on a religious pilgrimage of sorts in the majors to the holiest of baseball shrines - and, in the process, visiting with many Cardinals and their fans as the Chicago Cubs played host to the St. Louis Cardinals at Wrigley Field
Rev. Joe and a close pal from Denver arrived at Chicago last Thursday evening, and took the famed Red Line "L" to Wrigley from their downtown Chitown perch. They grabbed a beer, watched the first inning on TV and saw a Cubs fan wearing some fur.
After snagging a pair of tickets, Rev. Joe and his pal settled in at Wrigley.
The following photos represent the first night of action.
This made me laugh:
What's more weird, a Gillette shaver with five blades, or a blog about shaving? I say it's a tie.
Who the hell has a beard that needs this much shaving? Fred Flinstone? Sasquatch? Portia di Rossi?
Doesn't matter. The Onion predicted this long ago.
Took the Salad Family to Raymond James Stadium to see the game Saturday night between the University of South Florida and the University of Central Florida.
It quickly became a lopsided joke. USF won 31-14. The score really isn't indicative of how easy of a win it was for the Bulls.
As Mike Bianchi wrote in the Orlando Sentinel:
Can't do it.
Can't kick them anymore.
What would be the point?
They are already as low as you can go.
Kicking them now, after that pathetic performance against USF on Saturday night, would be like the hunter going up to Bambi's wounded mother and pumping another round of buckshot into her quivering body. Except Bambi's mother is a better run-stopper.
Just look at them and listen to them. And you can't help but feel compassion.
"Don't give up on us," UCF center Cedric Gagne-Marcoux begged the fans Tuesday.
"Don't quit on us," UCF linebacker James Cook pleaded.
I had intended to write an entire column today lambasting the community embarrassment that UCF's football program has become, but what's the point? They've already heard it enough around campus. George O'Leary already has a stack of e-mails on his desk telling him what a bum he is. And the message-board brickbats have gone from seething ("Fire O'Leary!") to sardonic ("New drinking game: Every time a UCF player misses a tackle, we drink.") to sad.
Katherine sent me a link to this site in an e-mail that had only two letters of text in it:
Plastic Surgery Obsession: Meet the Real-Life 'Ken' Doll
STEVE ERHARDT is a man in search of perfection. A virtual human "Ken" doll, the celebrity hairstylist and makeup artist has undergone approximately 30 cosmetic surgeries and subsequent maintenance and has spent close to $250,000 out of his own pocket to achieve his current look.
ET followed along with Steve to watch him get Botox and hear his unique take on the ideal appearance.
"When you're in Hollywood, you have to keep yourself together and looking good to extend your career," he tells ET. "My photo gallery in my salon is like a chameleon. It's pretty amazing how I've changed over the years."
What started in 1987 as a nose job soon became an obsession. Steve went to the same doctor that worked on MICHAEL JACKSON, and intending only to get rhinoplasty, he also ended up getting a cleft chin. From there, Steve went on to get a facelift and lid work and has since added such things as pec implants, bicep implants (he was the first person to ever have that type of work done) and even painful butt implants, one of the most difficult surgeries to perform for both doctor and patient.
"I'm content with myself now because I've done everything that bothered me," says Steve, who says he looked like a cross between PATRICK SWAYZE and DAVID HASSELHOFF before he underwent his various surgeries. "There's no one I'm trying to look like. You have to work with the features you've got."
So, what's Steve's ultimate objective? "I think the goal is just to stay youthful and feeling good," he says. "It's not really to look like anything in particular. Keeping your face nice, you know?"
Dude, you spent two-fiddy large to look like... Chris Kattan?
We don't get a lot of requests here in the Salad Bowl (other than to stop writing). But when my friend Patrick wrote to say that he was in need of seeing the site where you can crack a guy's knuckles, well, I got all warm and tender inside knowing that I was operating a warehouse for ridiculous amusement. At least for Patrick.
So Patrick, bud, this knuckle goes out to you, my man. Enjoy.
As for some other random amusements, enjoy these sites:
Mini Putt Putt
The Camel Toe Report
The Belching Bug Show
Burps and Farts
The Dog Prosecutor
Hunkered down in the Side Salad Weather Center's Doppler 12,000 North Carolina Bureau, Willie Drye, author of Storm of the Century: The Labor Day Hurricane of 1935, reports in that things are tense in Hurricane Alley:
Have been cranking out so many stories about Hurricane Katrina that I almost overlooked the windy bitch that's headed our way. It looks like Ophelia is going to go over us about as slowly as elderly snowbirds driving through Miami in the fast-lane.
Like her Shakespearean namesake, Ophelia has been wandering around crazily for what seems like forever. Around and around, back and forth, then finally stumbling toward North Carolina a few days ago. You could tell the moment the thing got into the neighborhood. Monday morning was pleasant and cool, with low humidity. Late Monday afternoon, it was like someone flipped a switch -- warm and muggy, just like that. Rain bands started going through yesterday afternoon, and more today. Barometer has dropped from 29.84 at 7:30 this morning [Wednesday] to 29.72 at 5 p.m. So it's coming closer.
Today I did the usual last-minute stuff -- topped off the fuel tanks, got cash, fired up the generator to make sure it's working and then moved it from the shed to the back porch.
Beaucat and I are batching it for the next couple of weeks. Jane is en route to Wales with her mom, Aunt Linda and cousin Samantha. But we've got the essential supplies -- plenty of water, whiskey, cat food and litter.
By all accounts, this one isn't expected to be as bad as Isabel a couple of years ago, but I'm not going to risk offending the Mayan god, Hurukan, by speaking disrespectfully of Ophelia. You never know with these things. The worst is supposed to get here sometime tonight, and it'll be blowing most of tomorrow. The worrisome thing about this one is that it's moving so damn slowly. Even a Category 1 can tear things up if it takes 10 or 12 hours or more to pass you.
The Weather Channel is saying 50 mph winds for Plymouth, and if that's the worst we get I'll take it and say "Thank you very much."
It's after 5 p.m. Am going to go out on the front porch with a martini and the cat and watch the weather. Will keep you posted until the power goes out and/or the phone lines go down.
Okay, so gas prices are receding at roughly the same rate as the flood waters being pumped out of New Orleans.
That still doesn't make this Photoshopped sign, sent by my buddy Drew, any less funny:
Noticed this game while I was checking out the Cheese Nips Web site over at Nabisco:
I spent almost the entire weekend absorbing as much football as possible, so I was bound to see some commercials along the way.
My favorite was for the new Cheese Nips chips.
Here's the storyboard:
DIALOGUE - Manager: "Whassup, my man?"
Souless Drone looks at manager with blank incredulity, does not speak.
DIALOGUE: Cheesy Manager - "Jimbooooo."
DIALOGUE: Cheesy Manager (in a soft falstetto) - "Marrrrrcy."
ANNOUNCER delivers Cheese Nips pitch and tag line.
END OF COMMERCIAL.
So the Tampa Bay Buccaneers took a big step today in returning to their former glory (brief, though it was).
The Bucs beat the Minnesota Vikings 24 to 14 today in Minneapolis in a game that was marred by sloppy play and lots of penalties.
All of which made Bucs head coach Jon Gruden his usual grumpy self:
The Bucs did better in the second quarter than in the first, but the first was bloody awful, so that wasn't saying much.
One of my favorite moments came after Fox showed this dreadful statistic.
Okay, I was in Florida. Really. I wasn't at the opening ceremonies of the Washington Redskins' home opener. I was at home in Valrico, putting up my inflatable Buc man and decorating the Buccaneer tree with beads and making a feast fit for, well, a family in Valrico.
We haven't done a significant update of The Sombrero Project (and its subsequent parts (Dos, Tres and Quatro and Cinco). The last one we did was a doozy, considering we set a world record for simultaneous sombrero wearing. That had to last us a while.
So here goes:
The small crowd that gathered to carry on this year’s Decadence parade displayed the quintessential gay spirit.
Friday, September 09, 2005
DRESSED IN AN OUTRAGEOUS red polka-dotted tutu, and carrying a lavender parasol, Candice Jamieson marched defiantly down Bourbon Street in New Orleans on Sunday, Sept. 4, in what was probably the smallest Southern Decadence parade since the gay party got its start as an informal gathering of friends back in 1972.
It may well have been the most important Southern Decadence parade ever.
“We’re trying to bring up everyone’s morale,” Jamieson declared to a bevy of reporters gathered around to watch him and approximately 30 others carry on the Southern Decadence tradition, despite the devastating affects of Hurricane Katrina.
The small but intrepid crowd included a handful of men in nothing but grass skirts, some sporting Speedos and others painted up in make-up.
Plastic, multi-colored leis were around everyone’s necks.
And a few onlookers managed to throw from rooftops strands of multi-colored beads, the symbol of this annual party.
Matt Menold donned a huge black and white sombrero, slung his guitar around his neck and strummed “Smoke on the Water” as he joined in.
He said that he and the others were there to send out an important message: that New Orleans, and its indomitable spirit would survive.
Not even a catastrophe can suppress the joy that a sombrero can provide.
The sombrero is so beloved, it now is the symbol for a signature soccer move:
La Liga Preview: Real Madrid v Celta Vigo
9/10/2005 3:17:00 AM
All eyes will be on Robinho when Real Madrid entertain Celta Vigo on Saturday evening after the Brazilian gave a brief insight into what lies in store for Spain’s unsuspecting defences in his first appearance for the club.
The 21-year-old has seen a media frenzy created around him after his long running transfer saga finally culminated in his debut against Cadíz two weeks ago when he came on for the final 24 minutes of the match and drove Madrid to victory.
Whether his coach likes it or not, the weight of expectation at the club will be carried on his young shoulders until the hype dies down and the public become accustomed to his outlandish ability.
After a few ’bicicletas’ and one outrageous ’sombrero’ (flicking the ball over the head of an opponent and controlling it on the other side) during his short, but impressive, first appearance in the all-white of Madrid, everyone is demanding a repeat performance this weekend.
In related news, apparently someone has an interesting surname in the Native American community:
Navajo Nation short on law enforcement staff
Friday, August 6, 2004
The Navajo Nation is having trouble finding qualified people to fill positions within its Department of Criminal Investigations.
Acting director Harry Sombrero said the department only have five captains. They are being shuffled around the reservation to fill other open positions.
The captain position requires a bachelor's degree.
Another band name.
The esteemed chapeau also showed up in this video game review:
Total Overdose, PS2, Eidos
FANS of the film El Mariachi will love this game. I certainly did.
The game – without implicitly saying so – is loosely based on the cult ‘Mexican western’.
A first person shooter, it’s a cross between Max Payne, Mercenaries and Grand Theft Auto.
Set in Mexico, you’re a gunfighter hi-jacking any vehicle you like, and making use of whatever weapons you can find, in your quest to find your father’s killer.
It’s mission-based style is reminiscent of the Grand Theft series.
But Total Overdose doesn’t just copy the best games, there’s much more too it than that.
As a gunfighter, you have some extra special moves, which almost reminded me of some of the fight scenes in the original Matrix film. They include The Tornado, Golden Gun, Sombrero of Death and El Mariachi.
This was certainly a commitment:
I enjoyed Thursday night''s start of the NFL season, especially since Tom Brady threw for 300 yards and two touchdowns. (Fantasy league points... schwing!)
Anyway, I was impressed with the pre-game, as well as the game, but a few things struck me as odd:
We were trying to have a little fun on Saturday doing something that, you know, didn't involve the expenditure of too much gasoline. So of course we drove from Valrico to downtown Tampa to go to "Florida's Largest Home Show" at the convention center.
Salad Wife and I had visions of picking up tasteful decorating ideas from showcasing designers or possibly finding some sort of accessory our home couldn't do without.
We found neither.
What we did see was a whole lot of weird.
"That's a peach, hon."
Oh, yeah. HELL yeah.
The 2005 NFL season officially begins tonight. Speaking for only myself and not for any loved ones or friends, I'm in serious need of some pigskin immersion.
Until then I'll have to make do wth my fantasy football team in the WSL (Wasted Sundays League)
The league's lineup of matches for Week 1:
Tom Brady (NE - QB)
Jake Plummer (Den - QB)
Torry Holt (StL - WR)
Donald Driver (GB - WR)
Joey Galloway (TB - WR)
LaDainian Tomlinson (SD - RB)
Brian Westbrook (Phi - RB)
Todd Heap (Bal - TE)
Mike Vanderjagt (Ind - K)
Atlanta (Atl - DEF)
Ben Roethlisberger (Pit - QB)
Ronnie Brown (Mia - RB)
Terry Glenn (Dal - WR)
Jimmy Smith (Jac - WR)
Pittsburgh (Pit - DEF)
Rommie sends this e-mail link to something called The Wilhelm Scream.
As the site explains:
One sound effect that has found a following with many sound editors and observant movie fans is a distinctive scream named Wilhelm.
In 1951, the Warner Brothers film "Distant Drums" directed by Raoul Walsh starred Gary Cooper as Captain Quincy Wyatt, who leads a group of soldiers to stop some Seminole Indians from threatening settlers in early 19th Century Florida. During a scene in which the soldiers are wading through a swamp in the everglades, one of them is bitten and dragged underwater by an alligator.
As is usually the case with the making of a movie, the scream for that character was recorded later. Six short pained screams were recorded in a single take, which was slated "man getting bit by an alligator, and he screams." The fifth scream was used for the soldier - but the 4th, 5th, and 6th screams recorded in the session were also used earlier in the film when three Indians are shot, one after another, during a raid on a fort.
After "Distant Drums," the recording was archived into the studio's sound effects library, and was re-used in many Warner Brothers productions.
In "The Charge at Feather River" (1953), the scream is heard when a soldier named Pvt. Wilhelm (played by Ralph Brooke) gets shot in the leg by an arrow. Originally released in 3-D, the film used the "Distant Drums" scream recording two other times as well.
Up until the mid-70's, the scream recording was used exclusively in Warner Brothers productions, including "Them!" (1954), "Land of the Pharaohs" (1955), "The Sea Chase" (1955), "Sergeant Rutledge" (1960), "PT-109" (1963) and "The Green Berets (1968).
In "A Star is Born" (1954), the scream is heard twice - one of the times because a scene with the scream in "Charge at Feather River" is playing in a screening room.
One person who noticed the same distinctive scream reoccurring in so many movies was sound effects fan Ben Burtt. Ben and his friends in the cinema department at USC, Rick Mitchell and Richard Anderson, noticed that a scream was popping up in a lot of movies. One of the films they made together, a swashbuckler parody "The Scarlet Blade" (1974) included the scream - which they borrowed off another film's audio track.
A few years later, when Ben Burtt was hired to create sound effects for Star Wars (1977), he had an opportunity to do research at the sound departments of several movie studios. While looking for sound elements to use in the space adventure at Warner Brothers, he found the original "Distant Drums" scream - which he named "Wilhelm" after the character that let out the scream in "Charge at Feather River."
Ben adopted the scream as a kind of personal sound signature, and included it in all the "Star Wars" and "Indiana Jones" films, and many of the other films he has worked on including "More American Graffiti" (1979) and "Willow" (1988).
Ben's friend Richard Anderson also continued the tradition. Both Anderson and Burtt worked on "Raiders of the Lost Ark" (1981), and Richard used the screams in the film's truck chase - one of the sequences he cut sounds for himself.
Have you heard of this before? What a great piece of trivia.
Sorry to alarm my reader, but outside circumstances prevented me from updating the Salad for an extended period of time.
Contrary to whatever rumors may be swirling, I did not stop blogging because of the:
1.) Loss of a puppy.
2.) Loss of a relative.
3.) Loss of a mind.