SportsbyBrooks Update and Other Rambling
I had a long weekend and a really jacked up Monday, but I'm back in your internet lives, which likely makes no difference whatsoever to most of you. However, for the purposes of my ego, I'm going to pretend that you're all yipping, hollering, and holding signs of love and admiration to support my return. I'm afraid that I don't have much for you today.. just incoherent babbling, which is, I'm now realizing, no different from any other day. Happy reading.
New business: check out SportsByBrooks today for my newest update, and thanks to everyone that submitted their finds. My update includes:
-- I ate 2 dozen glazed yeasts from Dunkin Donuts and drank a gallon of milk while watching the 48-hour Good Times Marathon on TV Land. The first time I ever saw the show was on a random Saturday with my dad. I was about 7 and was amazed that John Amos had a career before he was Mr. McDowell in Coming to America. Luckily, my dad educated me about Roots (we watched that later that day) and then Good Times, as it was one of his favorite shows. He never had a tv on the reservation, so when my grandparents adopted him, they introduced him to tv shows in some feeble attempt to aid his transition into the non-Indian world... as if The Partridge Family and Mary Tyler Moore would lessen the culture shock. So he got into Sanford and Son and Andy Griffith reruns until Good Times came along. He says that he identified with some of it because even though he was from the rez and not the ghetto, in many ways back then, they were all too similar. So pa and I took in a bit of the marathon and I saw some of my faves: James Diiiiies!, JJ gets shot, JJ picks up an STD, JJ's prom date has a drug problem.
On a tragic note, my nephew, Alejandro, now likes to say Dy-no-mite! Hopefully, he'll tire of that in coming days but I guess we should just be happy that he stopped saying "tits."
-- Quantum Leap is back on Sci Fi at 2 am/1 am C. This is only of interest to Matt, Tyler Durden from ghetto stupidity, and myself. However it is of insurmountable importance to the incomparable Chad Young who believes that "Quantum Leap is without a doubt the best sci-fi show ever made and should really receive it's own network."
-- While watching "UFO's" on National Geographic this morning, I briefly wanted to get abducted just so I could see if the aliens really did looks like naked praying mantises. Then I wondered if the whole praying mantis thing was just a space suit. After sufficiently scaring myself, I changed the channel.
-- The Crunchwrap Supreme from Taco Bell is a house of cards built on lies. All the commercials talk about is maximum portability, which is a dream come true for multitasking oinks like myself. But since the insides are contained in one tortilla folded into this origami looking pinwheel and grilled shut, random pieces of tortilla start falling off once you get about halfway through. And forget about the fact that once you pick it up, you can't put it back down because the insides start falling out... or that once you're in the bottom 1/4, nacho cheese, sour cream, and beef start oozing out all over your hands. So then you're finished and some jerk points out that you have a multitude of tortilla triangles on your shirt and cheese on your face and you feel like a fool.
Maximum portability my ass. Taco Bell = LIARS!
-- Matt and I tried to watch what I assumed would be a gripping 2-hour documentary on the History Channel last night called "Decoding the Past" where the commercial's narrator postulated that we could see our future by examining the relics of the past. "Oooooh," I said to myself, and then I wrote a note to make sure I wouldn't miss the program. But like those rat bastards at Taco Bell, the people at the History Channel are nothing but dirty liars. "Decoding the Past" wasn't a new series at all but a new way to promote the 42nd re-running of "Beyond the DaVinci Code." Fuckers. But do you know what's even worse than being jobbed by the History Channel? No, the answer is not revealing that I watch that channel. It's that this faulty advertising threw a massive wrench into the rest of my night and forced me to watch "Son in Law" with Pauly Shore. Those History Channel bastards owe me 2 hours of my life back... and another 4 for the time I wasted pouting about their deceit.
-- Stephen A. Smith will be hosting a show called "Quite Frankly" on ESPN2. I heard about this show last week but it didn't become reality until I saw the promo a couple days ago. Luckily, the cut on my forehead is healing from when I banged it on the table in utter despair.
Cheers!
New business: check out SportsByBrooks today for my newest update, and thanks to everyone that submitted their finds. My update includes:
- Toronto snubs Natalie Glebova, a Toronto native, because her role as Miss Universe degrades women
- Ricky Williams has a child named "Blaze"
- Matt Leinart is a tool [Note: That is not a knock on his football ability]
- Don Shula gets catty about Jimmie Johnson
- Aussie Cricketer, Shane Warne, tries to set up threesome between his girlfriend and his estranged wife in an effort to win his wife back
-- I ate 2 dozen glazed yeasts from Dunkin Donuts and drank a gallon of milk while watching the 48-hour Good Times Marathon on TV Land. The first time I ever saw the show was on a random Saturday with my dad. I was about 7 and was amazed that John Amos had a career before he was Mr. McDowell in Coming to America. Luckily, my dad educated me about Roots (we watched that later that day) and then Good Times, as it was one of his favorite shows. He never had a tv on the reservation, so when my grandparents adopted him, they introduced him to tv shows in some feeble attempt to aid his transition into the non-Indian world... as if The Partridge Family and Mary Tyler Moore would lessen the culture shock. So he got into Sanford and Son and Andy Griffith reruns until Good Times came along. He says that he identified with some of it because even though he was from the rez and not the ghetto, in many ways back then, they were all too similar. So pa and I took in a bit of the marathon and I saw some of my faves: James Diiiiies!, JJ gets shot, JJ picks up an STD, JJ's prom date has a drug problem.
On a tragic note, my nephew, Alejandro, now likes to say Dy-no-mite! Hopefully, he'll tire of that in coming days but I guess we should just be happy that he stopped saying "tits."
-- Quantum Leap is back on Sci Fi at 2 am/1 am C. This is only of interest to Matt, Tyler Durden from ghetto stupidity, and myself. However it is of insurmountable importance to the incomparable Chad Young who believes that "Quantum Leap is without a doubt the best sci-fi show ever made and should really receive it's own network."
-- While watching "UFO's" on National Geographic this morning, I briefly wanted to get abducted just so I could see if the aliens really did looks like naked praying mantises. Then I wondered if the whole praying mantis thing was just a space suit. After sufficiently scaring myself, I changed the channel.
-- The Crunchwrap Supreme from Taco Bell is a house of cards built on lies. All the commercials talk about is maximum portability, which is a dream come true for multitasking oinks like myself. But since the insides are contained in one tortilla folded into this origami looking pinwheel and grilled shut, random pieces of tortilla start falling off once you get about halfway through. And forget about the fact that once you pick it up, you can't put it back down because the insides start falling out... or that once you're in the bottom 1/4, nacho cheese, sour cream, and beef start oozing out all over your hands. So then you're finished and some jerk points out that you have a multitude of tortilla triangles on your shirt and cheese on your face and you feel like a fool.
Maximum portability my ass. Taco Bell = LIARS!
-- Matt and I tried to watch what I assumed would be a gripping 2-hour documentary on the History Channel last night called "Decoding the Past" where the commercial's narrator postulated that we could see our future by examining the relics of the past. "Oooooh," I said to myself, and then I wrote a note to make sure I wouldn't miss the program. But like those rat bastards at Taco Bell, the people at the History Channel are nothing but dirty liars. "Decoding the Past" wasn't a new series at all but a new way to promote the 42nd re-running of "Beyond the DaVinci Code." Fuckers. But do you know what's even worse than being jobbed by the History Channel? No, the answer is not revealing that I watch that channel. It's that this faulty advertising threw a massive wrench into the rest of my night and forced me to watch "Son in Law" with Pauly Shore. Those History Channel bastards owe me 2 hours of my life back... and another 4 for the time I wasted pouting about their deceit.
-- Stephen A. Smith will be hosting a show called "Quite Frankly" on ESPN2. I heard about this show last week but it didn't become reality until I saw the promo a couple days ago. Luckily, the cut on my forehead is healing from when I banged it on the table in utter despair.
Cheers!
posted by Flash at 7/26/2005 06:13:00 AM
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