Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Postmortem




So guess what we got for Christmas? Yep, the old Wii has finally invaded our household. After the kids played it a few times at friends' houses, we thought it would be a good gift. And it definitely has been a hit - not literally, like the pictures to your left, none of which actually portray my family. But looks pretty dangerous, huh? Cool! And that blasted Santa couldn't get Dance Dance Revolution onto his sleigh so he had to mail it to us afterwards. That's kids code for the jag I bought it from on Ebay couldn't go out of his way to put it in the Express Mail packaging instead of the Priority Mail packaging. Negative feedback on the way!
I'm pleased to report that I've knocked off a bunch of stuff from my to do list on this extended break from work. I still have the rest of this week and the weekend to do some more. I"m looking forward to it, especially the work on my basement room I"ve been finishing for the last two years. Ridiculous! And I'm managing a trip to the local gambling establishment for what I hope will be a succesful session.
I hope you all had a great holiday, be safe on New Years!
Song lyric of the day "Doot doot, doot-do doot-do-doot" Theme song to Super Mario Brothers
Until next time.
Ace


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas limerick

It's been a while since we've done a limerick! Happy holidays all.

An elf said to Santa: "Oh Dear,
we've not enough presents this year"
that made St. Nick think:
Now he'd given up drink
he could give all the children some beer!

Song lyric of the day "One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer" George Thorogood

Until next time.

Ace

Monday, December 22, 2008

Holiday greetings

Happy holidays my friends. I hope this message finds everyone in earnest preparation for time spent with loved ones. I know we will only have a brief amount of time with the family but I'm sure it will be great. The kids are hard at work making their lists of desired gifts from the fat dude in the red suit (Santa, not me).

In the meantime, I already received my grade for this semester and I'm pleased to report I backed my way into an A. Not bad! Now I get to take a deep breath and get ready for a semester with two classes, I'm sure I'll be running ragged! They're also not the most exciting of topics but they need to be done.

I have not been quite as productive as I would have hoped thus far with my break. But, that is largely due to about 8 million hours of shoveling snow. That should change shortly since tomorrow is my last day of work this year, thanks to expiring vacation that must be used. Good stuff, hoping to get some lingering projects knocked out.

And finally, I must lament the end of fantasy football season. I got smoked in my one championship game that I made so I finished in the money in only 1 of 3 leagues this year. And, my favorite NFL team got beat yesterday when they were tackled about 6 inches from the end zone as time expired, essentially ending their season. Ugh! Is it baseball season yet?

Song lyric of the day "Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rocks"

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Team names that weren't

Stolen from this article, I thought this was a fun but long story. Enjoy!

If you’re a sports fan , you know the nicknames and mascots of every team in the leagues you follow. If you’re a die-hard fan, you probably even know what the teams used to be called. (“Washington Wizards? Please. They’ll always be the Bullets to me.”) But do you know what your favorite teams were almost called?
When an expansion team enters a league or an existing team relocates, it picks a new moniker, ideally one that will look good on a t-shirt. The process of selecting a new name can be a protracted one, though, and the winning nickname often only gets the nod at the expense of several other less-inspired finalists. Let’s have a look at some team names that fans almost got to cheer for:

1. The Toronto Tarantulas
Few team names seem quite as dated as the Toronto Raptors’. The team started play in 1995 with a mascot that was obviously a nod to Jurassic Park, which had destroyed box-office records a couple of years earlier. However, looking at the list of names the Toronto franchise could have chosen, the Raptors seems like a terrific choice. The other nine finalists were the Tarantulas, Beavers, Bobcats, Dragons, Grizzlies, Hogs, Scorpions, T-Rex, and Terriers. “The Hogs” makes sense since Toronto’s historic nickname is Hogtown, but it lacks a certain menace and would have been catastrophic when the team picked Oliver Miller in the expansion draft. The rest of the finalists, however, look largely like they were culled from a list of things 13-year-old boys think are awesome, so kudos on picking the Raptors name. (This decision might mark the last time a franchise under Isiah Thomas’ direction made a wise choice.)

2. The Vancouver Mounties
When Vancouver got an NBA team for the 1995 season, the franchise wanted to call itself the Vancouver Mounties. The name seemed like a fitting tribute to the bravery of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The plan hit a snag, though, when the Mounties, no doubt skeptical of any cultural crossovers after Dudley Do-Right, made it clear that they didn’t want their name slapped on the expansion franchise. The team quickly regrouped and picked the name the Grizzlies as a tribute to the bravery of Canada’s many bears. You have to commend the Mounties on their foresight for avoiding this train wreck; the team fled to Memphis in 2001 and had an abysmal .329 winning percentage entering this season.

3. The Baltimore Marauders
When the Cleveland Browns moved to Baltimore for the 1996 NFL season, they couldn’t bring their name with them. According to the settlement the team reached with the city of Cleveland for swiping the beloved franchise, the Browns’ nickname, color scheme, and history stayed put when the team bolted for Baltimore. The now-nameless squad had a series of phone polls and fan surveys to whittle its list of 17 possible names down to three: the Americans, the Marauders, and the Ravens. Over 30,000 fans then voted for the name they liked best, and “the Ravens” won thanks to the city’s connection to Edgar Allen Poe. It’s probably good that the fans wisely passed on “The Americans,” which would have made Kyle Boller’s tumultuous stint as starter a national shame rather than a regional problem.

4. The New York Borros
The New York Jets began their life as the New York Titans in the American Football League. When Hollywood honcho Sonny Werblin and oil tycoon Leon Hess bought the team in 1963, though, they decided the team needed a new name. According to a contemporary New York Times story, they considered the Dodgers, but nixed the idea after Major League Baseball didn’t like it. “The Gothams” also got some consideration, but the team didn’t like the idea of having it shortened to the Goths because “you know they weren’t such nice people.” (Yeah, but couldn’t you just see Vinny Testaverde winning a playoff game, then sacking Byzantium?)
The last finalist to fall was “the New York Borros,” a pun on the city’s boroughs; the team worried that opposing fans would make the Borros-burros connection and derisively call the squad the jackasses. (Little did the Jets’ forefathers know that their home fans would provide all of the booing and heckling a franchise could ever need.) Eventually the team became the Jets since it was going to play in Shea Stadium, which is close to LaGuardia Airport.

5. The Washington Sea Dogs
In 1995 Washington Bullets owner Abe Pollin decided that he didn’t want to keep fielding a team with such a violent name and decided to rechristen his franchise. A fan contest came up with five finalists: the Express, the Wizards, the Stallions, the Dragons, and the Sea Dogs. The Wizards wasn’t a perfect choice since some fans thought it tied in to Ku Klux Klan mythology, but it was obviously a better choice than the Sea Dogs. One can only assume that this seafaring name got the ax when someone in the team’s office realized that the District of Columbia doesn’t actually sit next to a sea. Then again, they drafted Kwame Brown first overall, so maybe I’m giving the team too much credit here.

6. The San Antonio Gunslingers
When the ABA’s Texas Chaparrals moved to San Antonio in 1973, the team was renamed the San Antonio Gunslingers. The team dropped this name before ever playing a game, presumably because the image was violent even by firearm-related mascot standards. Instead, the owners picked a tamer name that still tapped into the region’s cowboy past: the San Antonio Spurs.

7. The Florida FlamingosFlorida Marlins owner Wayne Huizenga told the New York Times in 1993 that he had considered naming the team the Florida Flamingos.

8. The Orlando JuiceBefore the NBA’s Orlando Magic had a name, the other finalists were “the Heat,” “the Juice,” and “the Tropics.”

9. The Charlotte SpiritThe Charlotte Hornets originally had this name before switching to their insect moniker as a tribute to the city’s angry resistance of British forces during the Revolutionary War.

10. The Minnesota Blue OxThe NHL’s Minnesota Wild were almost the Blue Ox, the Freeze, the Voyageurs, the Northern Lights, or the White Bears.

11. The New York SkylinersBefore the New York Mets started play in 1962, they considered a list of names that included the Skyliners, the Skyscrapers, the Bees, the Burros, the Continentals, and the Jets.

Song lyric of the day "Meet the Mets!" New York Mets team son

Until next time.

Ace

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Get you ready for the breakdown

Final = fini! Glad to have that sucker in my rearview mirror. And somehow I squeezed an A out of both my research paper and presentation. Awesome! As long as I didn't bomb out on the final I might have pulled an A out in the class. Miraculous, I was in way over my head on this one. I originally thought it wouldn't be terribly difficult to get my PHD. That might still be true but it was clear to me that several of my classmates are operating at an elevated level. We'll see if I go down that road, it may be something I attempt after I've already begun teaching.

Mixed results on the poker front this weekend. I got annihilated at the local casino on Friday but then managed to win most of my money back in my poker league by climbing up to finish the season in 2nd place. Our grand finale tourney is coming in mid-January, with a very large prize pool, looks like the winner will score somewhere near a cool 1k.

A big congrats goes out to my boy Q, who completed his first ever marathon on Sunday. I'll post a link to his blog here. Never seen someone blog and run at the same time, well done sir! I have received e-mail from him so I know the kid's alive but that's as much as I can say in vouching for him.

Otherwise, just mourning the loss of my trusty boots who had been with me for the past 10 years. Maybe it's silly, but I loved those damn things. I was walking across campus last week as I crammed for my final and the sole literally came completely detached except for at the toe, where I had liquid-glued it last year when they first started to disintegrate. I walked a quarter-mile with the sole flopping all over the place. I sounded like a Clydesdale clomping my way through the library - nice! And now the process of breaking in my new boots has messed my foot up, has me limping around like a 90 year old. Ugh!

Song lyric of the day: "These boots are made for walking" Nancy Sinatra

Until next time.

Ace

Monday, December 8, 2008

Premature jocularity


I suppose the combination of this post title and the image could be contstrued as a bit of entendre. But would I do that to you, dear reader? That's a rhetorical question.
I'm celebrating too early, as my final paper has been submitted, my horrible presentation given, and I've apparently forgotten that I still have an essay final to complete on Thursday. Oh well, I'm just looking forward to the break from school!
And there is additional reason to celebrate. I'm very pleased to report that I received my acceptance letter to the graduate program in the mail late last week. I'm super-excited to finally have that knocked and to officially becoming over-educated!
Beyond this, I'm taking a bunch of time off work in the next few weeks to burn up vacation time before year end. I have plenty to keep me busy and it starts this week, where I begin filling my time before I'm even done with my final. The office holiday get-together goes off Wed night, followed by my final and a club show with my favorite fellas from Seven Mary Three on Thursday night, the final tourney of my poker league regular season on Friday night and a holiday brunch on Sunday. Wow!
With that, I bid you adieu!
Song lyric of the day "Tap the bottle and twist the cap!" by Young Black Teenagers
Until next time.
Ace

Monday, December 1, 2008

Up From the Deep


I hope you all had a great turkey day. I'm making my ascent from a lengthy sounding in the belly of the whale, but I'm happy to report I've made great progress on the term paper and presentation due Thursday. Some revisions to the paper and putting together the powerpoint are all that remain. Back below I go but I'll leave you with a very short story from the weekend.

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We were eating lunch and the football game was on television - the Indianapolis Colts were taking on the Cleveland Browns. The camera showed a shot of the Browns head coach Romeo Crennel and kid #2 became very excited, eager to tell us all that the name of the team playing in the game was the Tootsie Rolls! Classic, I guess those colors do lend themselves to that interpretation!
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Song lyric of the day: "I don't know what you've been told / It ain't the butterfly it's the tootsie roll" 69 Boyz - yes, I had to look that one up.
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Until next time.
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Ace

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Whoa!

I know I posted a long rant about gas prices recently here, but I just wanted to stop by and say that I filled my gas tank last night for $16.50. Unbelievable! I have nothing more than that people, just wanted to share.

Song lyric of the day "Baby why don't you stay " Glenn Hughes

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Schoolin'

School is moving to the forefront for the next couple weeks as I wrap up the semester. In two and a half weeks I will give my presentation, which will be pretty informal, and submit my research paper, both on the topic of Moby Dick. Research is fairly well underway, I'd like to start outlining the paper this week and then getting down to the business of writing it this weekend. It needs to be 15 - 20 pages, which I don't think is going to be very difficult. I guess we'll see though!

I also registered for classes for next semester yesterday. I have a meeting this week to confirm that I'm good to go with the classes and will write more on that topic once it's all been laid out.

I'm also busy planning what to do with the few weeks I have off between fall and spring semester. I've got some ideas and may post some pics if these ideas of mine come to fruition.

Since this is a short post, I'll finish with a quick fantasy football update. Climbed back into a tie for first in one league, with just two weeks left until the playoffs start. A good finish will get me a bye into the money round. In another league I just won my fifth straight game and moved up to 3rd place. Again, a good finish could get me to a bye or at the very least a berth in the playoffs. I'm the highest scoring team so I definitely have a legit shot if I can just get in. In my 3rd league, I've lost 4 in a row but still should make the playoffs. I'm the 2nd highest scoring team in that one. So, hopefully I can get to the playoffs in all 3 and my teams can keep scoring a ton of points. We'll see.

Song lyric of the day "She's a hobo humpin slobo babe" by Whale

Until next time.

Ace

Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday funny

Here's a joke I stole from some random website...

A Husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf

The wife promptly whacked her first shot right through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course. The husband cringed, 'I warned you to be careful! Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologize and see how much your lousy drive is going to cost us.' So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A warm voice said, 'Come on in.'

When they opened the door they saw the damage that was done: glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle was lying on its side near the broken window. A man reclining on the couch asked, 'Are you the people that broke my window?' 'Uh...yeah, sir. We're sure sorry about that,' the husband replied. 'Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you... You see, I'm a genie , and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you've released me, I'm allowed to grant three wishes. I'll give you each one wish, but if you don't mind, I'll keep the last one for myself.'

'Wow, that's great!' the husband said. He pondered a moment and blurted out, 'I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life.' 'No problem,' said the genie. 'You've got it, it's the least I can do. And I'll guarantee you a long, healthy life!' '

And now you, young lady, what do you want?' the genie asked. 'I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world,' she said. 'Consider it done,' the genie said. 'And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary and natural disasters!' '

And now,' the couple asked in unison, what's your wish, genie?' 'Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with your wife.'

The husband looked at his wife and said, 'Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all those houses. What do you think?'

She mulled it over for a few moments and said, 'You know, you're right. Considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn't mind, but what about you, honey?' 'You know I love you sweetheart,' said the husband. I'd do the same for you!'

So the genie and the woman went upstairs where they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other in every way. After about three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and looked directly into her eyes and asked, How old are you and your husband?' '

Why, we're both 35,' she responded breathlessly.

' NO KIDDING .' He said, 'Thirty-five years old and both of you still believe in genies?'

Song lyric of the day "I'm a genie in a bottle / You gotta rub me the right way" Christina Aguilera

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Hitting the felt

After that last post of mine, let's put aside the inconsequential matters of national politics and personal achievement and focus instead on something more important that I have not blogged about in a while - poker!

I recently was playing online and decided to try my hand at something called a freeroll, basically, it's a tournament that the online site allows you to enter for free. These freerolls usually attract thousands of players (because they're free, duh!) and the prizes vary. But for this particular freeroll, I was playing to try and qualify for another tournament that had some potential for big money. So, this was basically a qualifying tournament. And while I say it is free, this particular one actually required using 10 frequent player points to enter, with the option to re-buy if you get knocked out. The players usually are pretty crazy in these tournaments because they've spent little to nothing to enter. So people push all their chips in with nothing and just hope to get lucky. I generally try to wait for an excellent hand and pick these people off.

So, very early in the tournament, I pick up pocket Aces, woohoo! I push all my chips in and two people call me, excellent! Unfortunately, one of them lucked out and beat me with I don't even remember what. So now, I have to decide whether or not to rebuy. I decided to and the very next hand picked up pocket Kings. Wow! Again I push all in and get 2 callers, this time my hand holds up and I'm sitting on a huge stack. To be honest, I don't remember any other hands in the tourney but I know that I lasted long enough to win my way into the next tournament.

The next tournament was a biggie. 12,000 people, no rebuying allowed. If you get knocked out, you're done. The top 4,000 made the money, with the top 100 winning a .01% share of one of the players at the final table of the World Series of Poker, which at minimum would be worth an extra $900 but could be as much as $9,000, depending on how the dude did at WSOP. In addition, the winner of the freeroll got $10,000 with the prizes descending to the people in places 2000 - 4000 making $9. Not bad for a free tournament!

Each player started with $1500 in chips. Very early, I picked up a hand where I made 2 pair and wound up essentially doubling up to $3000, making me the chip leader at my table. From there, I absolutely took off. On one hand, I made a straight on the river and knocked out a guy, picking up another $2k in chips. A couple other hands I got lucky and knocked out some guys with smaller stacks. And I had a few other big hands thrown in. Within an hour, I was up to $10k in chips and as high as 30th overall in chip stack. Great start!

I then got moved to a tougher table with some bigger stacks. As the tourney progresses, blinds and antes got higher and the pots got bigger. I was able to hold my own and increase my stack to around $16k. I easily cruised into the first and second money level, guaranteeing myself at least a $15 payout. I was about middle of the pack in chip stacks. At this point in the tourney, people usually only play excellent hands except for people who are close to out of chips, who are forced to push all-in with any decent holdings. So I basically hunkered down and waited for good hands. I picked up pocket 10s and tried to pick off an all in but the person I was playing against managed to hit a good card on the river. This put me towards the bottom in chips.

As I was running out of chips, I decided to push all in with the worst hand in poker 2-7 offsuit. One guy with a huge stack called me and I caught a 7 to double up and stay alive. Shortly after, I picked up pocket queens on the button and pushed in, getting 5 people to fold and picking up a very nice pot. At this point, we're down to 500 people or so and I've guaranteed myself a $31 payout. But I'm about 200th out of 400 and eyeing a much bigger prize, sitting on about 32k in chips.

Unfortunately, I stupidly wasted 6k in chips on hand with pocket 4s. With blinds and antes, I got down to about 24k, which was around 250th of 400. I woke up with an AK offsuit on the button, an extremely strong hand. Waiting for my turn to act, One guy in early position raises to 3 big blinds, or 12k. A shorter stack goes allin for a total of 15k. This is my chance to really make a big win and I'm likely to be a favorite or at worst 50/50. I think it's a risk worth taking and push allin for 24k. The original raiser calls and we are looking at a 57k pot. The first guy turns over pocket 9s, the second guy pocket 7s. If I can hit an Ace or King, I should win and I'm a 38% chance to win, with the guy with 9s a 45% chance and the favorite. Unfortunately, I came up empty and the nines were a winner. I finished 402 out of about 12,500, good for a $31 payout. Obviously I was happy to do so well but couldn't help but be disappointed about what might have been, especially with so much $$ on the line. As it turns out, the piece of the guy we were playing for was worth $4,000. Bummer.

Amazingly, the next day I played in another 12,000 person online freeroll and finished 44th. This tourney was for Limit 7 card stud, Hi/Lo. It was really fun and cool to play a different game.. The prize for this one was to win a spot in another tourney that has a nice prize pool. I'll post results after I play in it.

On the live poker front, I have a tourney tomorrow night for my poker league where I currently stand 2nd out of around 30 or so guys. I'm pretty far behind the guy in first but it's not impossible for me to catch him. The top 6 places get paid out at season's end, which includes tomorrow's tourney and one more beyond. It should be fun! At the end of the season, there is a big tourney where there is no entry fee for those who have played in most of the events, with a nice sized prize pool as well. I'm looking forward to it.

On the school front, I am deep in research on Moby Dick in preparation for writing my term paper. I'm hoping to discuss my ideas for the paper tonight with my professor. It will be a lot of work but I feel like I've got a pretty good start and some good ideas. And, thankfully, I've got the whole Thanksgiving holiday to work on it!

This past weekend the better half and I watched the summer blockbuster Ironman. I have to be honest, I really thought the movie was decent but didn't match up to the considerable hype. Robert Downey Jr was good but the whole love interest thing was completely unnecessary and detracted from the story. The effects were great and I definitely loved The Dude as a bad guy. I was waiting for him to show up in a robe with a White Russian in hand though. On the docket this weekend, a trip to the local multiplex for Madagascar 2. It's going to be bedlam.

Song lyric of the day "If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn / I could arm a town the size of Abilene " Cracker covering the Grateful Dead - Loser

Until next time.

Ace

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Change

It has been a remarkable 24 hours here in the US of A. I have had a lot of difficulty trying to come to grips with just how I feel about everything. As most of you know, I'm not a terribly political person. But several of my recent posts have certainly captured just how intrigued I have become in this particular presidential campaign, similar to much of the rest of the world if cable TV is any indication. This is a long one, so settle in.

Regardless of where you stand on the candidates, the political process, or Barack Obama, it is clear that a large portion of America, and the world, is ready for a change. Two wars, one of which is extremely unpopular, a cratered economy and distrust of the president at an all time high mobilized the American voting public like this generation has never seen. The absolute fervor among American's youth, voters 35 and under, absolutely made the difference in this battle, voting nearly 2 to 1 for Obama, in record numbers. And again, many incumbents lost their seats in the House and Senate, with voters saying they are tired of the way things have come to be done in our federal government.

There are a number of things about the election that have been striking to me. First, the international reaction to Obama has been amazing. Video after video on the news has been shown of celebrations in nations all around the world. The message of hope that Obama has been preaching has struck a chord, and not just domestically. It seems as if America has a second chance to rehabilitate its image in the international community. Celebrations rang out from Kenya, to Indonesia, all across Europe - this is an opportunity to become not just a force of good, but a force that is seen by others as good, with the latter perhaps being more important than the former. The way in which the new administration reaches out to the world is going to be absolutely critical to Obama's hopes of returning America to prosperity. Follow the logic - if America can successfully navigate out of Iraq and reach some sense of accord in Afghanistan/Pakistan, billions in savings will be realized immediately, affording opportunities for middle and lower class tax cuts, improve the economy, etc, etc. That's a lot of ifs but it is a path.

Of course, the issue of race cannot be overlooked. The fact that a half African American man won the state of Virginia, the same Virginia formerly known as the capital of the Confederacy, is absolutely astonishing. 45 years after the ugliest time in America 200 years previous, (since the despicable act of robbing its natives of their homeland), it defies imagination to believe what occurred last night. This is another sign of hope in this nation, that a significant portion of those who choose our leaders have determined that the color of a candidate's skin (or the candidate's gender, for that matter) is not the most important factor to determine fitness for fulfilling the role. It sounds so silly to even have to write the words but this is a sign of tremendous progress.

At heart, I am an optimist. I have always believed in my own manifest destiny - that my tomorrow is forever brighter than my today. My natural abilities and the opportunities that are available to me will lead me to a better place and a better life than where I am today. In that way, I think Obama's message has particularly resonated with me. I am not going to lie, during Obama's speech last night in Grant Park, I was moved to tears. Not because he won or someone else lost. Not because of a disagreement over policies or positions or political wrangling. Not because I would no longer have to sit through the awful local campaign commercials! And not because of Obama himself. No, I found myself faced with something much greater than all of that, greater than a president, greater than myself. It was because of hope.

A hope that things can change. A hope that dreams, my dreams, can be realized. A hope that a nation can overcome 300 years of bigotry and racism. A hope that America can become a model of international leadership and diplomancy instead of a pariah and target for hatred. A hope that our economy, which secures our great way of life, can move to stable ground and begin to restore that way of life to the many who have been sideswiped in the last few years. A hope that the promise of a life full of optimism can begin to be realized. And a hope that the optimism is shared and passed on.

I certainly believe that the sacrifice Obama spoke of in the campaign and in last night's acceptance speech is a great way for everyone to become involved - through service or religious affiliations in our own communities or on a grander scale. I certainly intend to own this commitment and ask each of you to consider what you can do to make your community and this great nation a better place to live and be. Take a small step that may just lead to a larger one. But take it now, and begin to fulfill your own vision of hope.

Lyric of the day:

"This is your victory.
And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.
You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.
Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.
There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.
There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there."

Obama's victory speech - full text and video here

Until next time.

Ace

Monday, November 3, 2008

Trick or Treat!

The kids had a blast trick or treating on Friday. The weather was spectacular, around 70 or so and we had record turnout in the 'hood. The streets were teeming with ghosts, monsters and about 10,000 Indiana Jones' (unofficially my vote for most popular costume this year). #1 & #2 were medieval princesses, just like Mom. # 3 was Darth Vader, after being Yoda last year.

We also had a big bash on Saturday night at the homefront, a combo bday party for #3 and a costume party for the kids and adults. It was quite nuts, probably a dozen kids under the age of 8, all going various stages of insane from a combination of sugar shock and mob mentality. Good times. I will attempt to e-mail some pics out from the affair....

Kind of blew off school work this weekend, which is generally pretty dumb. I've got a boatload to do but am scheming as to ways to get it done. I have to say, I come away from class every Thursday feeling less and less like I get it. There is some serious analysis of the most minute literature being done in this class. Guess I'll never be a lit professor. I suppose I'll survive this tragedy. I have to say though, that the professor for this class is unbelievable in terms of his knowledge. I swear he's memorized everything he ever read and knows so much of the history to place the lit in context. Very impressive. I've really run across some excellent instructors at my university (and a couple not so excellent ones).

I'm sorry to report that fantasy football has not been going well of late. Went 1-2 this week, although the league that I won is the one where I needed it the most. I'm a shoo in to the playoffs in 2 of 3 leagues and right on the edge in the 3rd. As I learned last year, just making it in is all you need and then hope your team gets hot. I'm sure no one cares about this but whatever.

Song lyric of the day "I'm a-talkin' to myself" Billy Idol

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fightin!

Interesting article below that the better half sent me. It looks like the Republican ticket is cracking a bit under the pressure. Or maybe it's just overblown. But definitely not the type of attention you're wanting at this point in the campaign. It's definitely a very slanted article so take it with a grain of salt...

From Yahoo News:


John McCain's campaign is looking for a scapegoat. It is looking for someone to blame if McCain loses on Tuesday.

And it has decided on Sarah Palin.

In recent days, a McCain “adviser” told Dana Bash of CNN: “She is a diva. She takes no advice from anyone.”
Imagine not taking advice from the geniuses at the McCain campaign. What could Palin be thinking?

Also, a “top McCain adviser” told Mike Allen of Politico that Palin is “a whack job.”

Maybe she is. But who chose to put this “whack job” on the ticket? Wasn’t it John McCain? And wasn’t it his first presidential-level decision?

And if you are a 72-year-old presidential candidate, wouldn’t you expect that your running mate’s fitness for high office would come under a little extra scrutiny? And, therefore, wouldn’t you make your selection with care? (To say nothing about caring about the future of the nation?)

McCain didn’t seem to care that much. McCain admitted recently on national TV that he “didn’t know her well at all” before he chose Palin.

But why not? Why didn’t he get to know her better before he made his choice?
It’s not like he was rushed. McCain wrapped up the Republican nomination in early March. He didn’t announce his choice for a running mate until late August.

Wasn’t that enough time for McCain to get to know Palin? Wasn’t that enough time for his crackerjack “vetters” to investigate Palin’s strengths and weaknesses, check through records and published accounts, talk to a few people, and learn that she was not only a diva but a whack job diva?

But McCain picked her anyway. He wanted to close the “enthusiasm gap” between himself and Barack Obama. He wanted to inject a little adrenaline into the Republican National Convention. He wanted to goose up the Republican base.

And so he chose Palin. Is she really a diva and a whack job? Could be. There are quite a few in politics. (And a few in journalism, too, though in journalism they are called “columnists.”)

As proof that she is, McCain aides now say Palin is “going rogue” and straying from their script. Wow. What a condemnation. McCain sticks to the script. How well is he doing?

In truth, Palin’s real problem is not her personality or whether she takes orders well. Her real problem is that neither she nor McCain can make a credible case that Palin is ready to assume the presidency should she need to.

And that undercuts McCain’s entire campaign.

This was the deal McCain made with the devil. In exchange for energizing his base by picking Palin, he surrendered his chief selling point: that he was better prepared to run the nation in time of crisis, whether it be economic, an attack by terrorists or, as he has been talking about in recent days, fending off a nuclear war.
“The next president won’t have time to get used to the office,” McCain told a crowd in Miami on Wednesday. “I’ve been tested, my friends, I’ve been tested.”

But has Sarah Palin?

I don’t believe running mates win or lose elections, though some believe they can be a drag on the ticket. Lee Atwater, who was George H.W. Bush’s campaign manager in 1988, told me that Dan Quayle cost the ticket 2 to 3 percentage points. But Bush won the election by 7.8 percentage points.

So, in Atwater’s opinion, Bush survived his bad choice by winning the election on his own.

McCain could do the same thing. But his campaign’s bad decisions have not stopped with Sarah Palin. It has made a series of questionable calls, including making Joe the Plumber the embodiment of the campaign.

Are voters really expected to warmly embrace an (unlicensed) plumber who owes back taxes and complains about the possibility of making a quarter million dollars a year?

And did McCain’s aides really believe so little in John McCain’s own likability that they thought Joe the Plumber would be more likable?

Apparently so. Which is sad.

We in the press make too much of running mates and staff and talking points and all the rest of the hubbub that accompanies a campaign.

In the end, it comes down to two candidates slugging it out.
Either McCain pulls off a victory in the last round or he doesn’t.
And if he doesn’t, he has nobody to blame but himself.

Song lyric of the day "Girls who are boys / Who like boys to be girls / Who do boys like they're girls / Who do girls like they're boys / Always should be someone you really love " Blur, Boys & Girls

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Spooky




What is everyone going to be for Halloween? I haven't fully made up my mind yet, one great suggestion was to be that super creepy Burger King dude. I love his commercials and apparently there is a full costume with mask and all available. Tempting.


I'm also tossing around a few other costume ideas. Our house will be filled with princesses and a Darth Vader. We're hosting a costume party with some kids and some adults so it should be fun to see what everyone comes dressed as.


Work is finally calming down a little and class is really heating up. I've got to get moving on my final paper and presentation, both due in early December. I'm hoping to spend some considerable time on both this weekend.


That's all for now peeps!


Song lyric of the day "I had a dog and his name was King" Neil Young, Old King


Until next time.


Ace

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Freebies and a smile



Two freebies pointed out to me by various friends today:





1. Taco Bell is giving away a crunchy taco to anyone who wants one on Tuesday of next week since there was a stolen base in last night's World Series game. Good marketing move! Details here.





2. Dr. Pepper is giving away a free 20 oz soda to those who bother to register for one. Why? Because it appears as if Gun N Roses is actually releasing their long rumored (17 years?) Chinese Democracy album. Wow! Details here. If you fail to read the link, Dr. Pepper has said that GNR guitarists (at various times) Slash and Buckethead are ineligible for the promotion - hilarious!





And a joke from Comedy Central





A dying man smells his favorite oatmeal raisin cookies cooking downstairs. It takes all the strength he has left but he gets up from the bed and crawls down the stairs. He sees the cookies cooling on the counter and staggers over to them. As he reaches for one, his wife's wrinkled hand reaches out, smacks his and she yells:
"No, you can't have those! They're for the funeral!"





Song lyric of the day: "I've got a tongue like a razor / A sweet switchblade knife" Guns N Roses, Rocket Queen



Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Odds and ends

Great news, I got my GRE scores and my suspicions were confirmed, my writing score was good enough to surpass program requirements. At this point, the only thing standing between me and entry into the grad program is the review and acceptance of my application, recommendation letters, etc. I'm guessing this won't be a problem. After all, if there's one thing I've learned about higher education, it's that the higher the institution can escalate its tuition income, the better!

In the meantime, reading assignments have been somewhat long, taking up all available time. I can already foresee myself cramming down to the wire on my research paper and presentation that are due in early Dec. Ugh, I hope I can avoid it.

Big happy bdays to half the world, who seem to be celebrating this week, including D, W, N and #3, who turned 2 this past weekend. I believe a small gathering is in the offing to celebrate the affair, a little later than the actual day due to some other stuff on the calendar.

I'm afraid that's all I've got time to bore everyone with today - work is nutso right now!

Song lyric of the day: "Taking what they're giving cause I'm working for a living" Huey Lewis

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Crises and bailouts, oh my!

Have you heard? We're in the midst of a financial crisis, requiring massive government bailouts and other really scary sounding, alarmist actions dealing with esoteric financial derivatives and instruments that have been extensively discussed everywhere you look. However, one thing that's really got my attention but I have not heard being discussed is what has happened with gas prices in the last six weeks or so.

In our area, gas prices have dropped somewhere in the neighborhood of 25% or more, around $1.10 per gallon in the last six week alone. Why? Well, good question. The price of a barrel of oil has certainly come down, which helps to some degree. But I've got to be honest, gas prices have been much higher than this at the current price of oil. So what was keeping oil prices elevated? Some would tell you it is oil speculators, people who simply trade contracts for future delivery of oil. You'll probably hear some chatter about hurricanes shutting down refineries. And I'm sure a talking head somewhere will tell you of geopolitical issues, maybe a discussion of warring tribes in some undeveloped nation.

I'm here to say it's all a bunch of BS. All of the above are probably contributing factors but I think corporate greed is the driving force behind the price of a gallon of petro folks. It seems awfully fishy to me that as the economy takes a deep nosedive south, the price of gas suddenly does the same. It's almost as if someone has decided that at long last, the economy has had more than it can take and that price relief needs to be instituted. And so, the price plummets. Maybe it's all a big free-market coincidence but I find that very hard to believe.

The galling thing about all of this is that up until said price relief was instituted, the prices were artificially inflated. Shocker! I think we all at least suspected this. I find this entire situation to be infuriating. It's as if the wizard behind the curtain has finally decided that he can stop taking from our collective wallets. A prime example of big business sticking it to the population.

I'm sure this sounds very conspiratorial and I'm not normally of that mindset. But I just can't believe that these things aren't related. With that, I'll end this rant. I certainly don't want this blog to become political so we'll return to some different fare.

Song lyric of the day: "All American, an evil game of extortion" Anthrax, I'm the Man

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Brew and brawl

Earlier this week, I'm sure most of you know that the second presidential debate took place. The format was a townhall style meeting, with around 80 local Tennessee residents sitting around the candidates and Tom Brokaw moderating the affair. I decided this would be a good time for me to watch the fireworks, with all the talking heads predicting that McCain was going to really get after Obama since he was beginning to sag in the polls a bit.

Well, my friends, I have to say, this was a good time! The expected fireworks never really materialized but alas, something better did. It became clear in the first few minutes of the debate that McCain's phrase that pays for the event was going to be "my friends", as in, "My friends, America can do this" or "That, my friends, is what I will do as President", etc, etc, etc.

I could not let this golden opportunity go by without taking strong and decisive action. No sirree, I made a beeline for the fridge and grabbed a cold one. From that point forward, every time Johnny McC dropped a "my friend", I took a pull from my frosty beverage. I'm not going to lie to you, faithful reader, I may have been a bit tipsy by the end of the affair. I'll also postulate that this was definitely the most fun I've had with such an event. Good times! On a more serious note, the debate helped me crystallize which way I'm going to vote. So, from that perspective, it was also time well-spent.

Song lyric of the day: "My friends I'm so depressed" Red Hot Chili Peppers

Until next time.

Ace

Monday, October 6, 2008

Psychos and Kid Shows

What a weekend!
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Started things off with a poker tourney on Friday night, 18 man league game I've been playing in for a couple of months now. On the first hand I lost about 1/3 of my chips, not a good start! But, about 3 hands later I more than doubled up when my pocket Jacks flopped a set. That literally was enough chips to last me for quite a while, getting me to the final table. A few hands here and there kept me afloat but there was one giant stack at the table who had literally 10 times more than anyone else. It was just a matter of getting a great hand, pushing against him and hoping you held up. Fortunately I had enough chips that I could be patient to find my hand to push with and outlasted several shorter stacks, cruising into the money and lasting all the way until second. By the time we got heads up, dude literally had 10-1 chip lead on me. I doubled through him once to bring my stack up to about 42k (out of 270k on the table). Then I got my chips in with QJ suited against a random hand like 36o but dude flopped a six and that was the end of that! Had my hand held up there, I would have been only down 2 to 1 chip wise and liked my chances. Still, it was a pretty solid performance overall that should put me in a good position in the standings, probably in the top 4 or so out of around 30. Nice!
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Saturday was a trip to Chicago Theatre to see the Backyardigans. We had sweet seats, 4th row. Any closer and I think it might have been a little too close. Kid #2 was hilarious, very apprehensive when the show started. The Backyardigans is a kids show that is animated. But the live show was actually people dressed up like the characters. #2 was not buying it. But eventually, everyone came around and wound up having a good time. It was a good, fun family day. We wound things up with a trip to the local Red Robin, where all the high school kids had descended for their pre-Homecoming meals. There were some seriously shiny dresses and bad ties. I cringed remembering my own ridiculousness at this period in my life.
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Last night I decided I needed to mix things up a little and decided to finally watch No Country for Old Men. This was an excellent movie, in line with other offerings from the Coen brothers. Josh Brolin was really good and Javier Bardem definitely earned the Oscar that he won. His role was one of the great characters in recent memory. A very suspenseful movie, very violent and lots of fun. Tommy Lee Jones was good but not Oscar worthy. I'm not sure I loved the ending but I don't have a problem with it.
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Song lyric of the day: "We're knights, that's right!" The Backyardigans
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Until next time.
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Ace

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Black Sunday - Raining on my parade

I took the GRE on Saturday. Like many of these standardized tests, the ability to computerize them has made the process different than it has been in the past. For example, there is not a large group of people all taking the test at the same time. When I showed up, I signed in, got frisked, a mug shot taken, and was on my way. It was pretty wild. You literally cannot have anything in your pockets while taking this test. I guess my plan for domination by osmosis from the cheat sheet in my pocket was foiled!

The test area is basically a bunch of cubicles in rows. Each cubicle is videotaped and you are given a set of headphones that I believe were taken from the baggage workers at the United terminal, perhaps the most ludicrous looking things I've ever laid eyes upon.

Another difference now that the test is electronic is that the exam adapts to your skill level. In other words, as you answer questions, the exam determines on the spot if it was right or wrong and offers the next question based on the accuracy of your response. Get it right and the next question gets more difficult. Get it wrong and the next question is eaiser than the last.

That said, I'm taking the exam and I felt like the questions were quite hard. I guess on the one hand that is good in that it means that maybe I'm getting them right? But I felt like I was doing quite a lot of guessing. And then occasionally an easy one would pop up and I was sure that I was tanking! Overall, the test seemed much more difficult than the practice tests and practice questions I had taken. Since my math score didn't count for admission into my grad program, I spent very little time trying to work out the problems.

At the end of the exam, I was given the option to dismiss my results without sending them to my school for consideration. Basically, if I felt like I bombed, I could just not count the test and try again later. Unfortunately, you're required to do this BEFORE you get to see your score. Since I already paid for it and thought I might have been OK, I didn't consider dismissing the results. I clicked the Accept button and up popped a glorious score that was more than 100 points higher than the minimum needed for entry into my grad program. Woooo-freaking-----hooooooooo! I still have to wait for the writing score to come back because that piece is still human graded. However, I'm not too worried about that. I'm considering this piece of the process complete.

Sunday was the most important day of the baseball season for me and my favorite team, the Mets. The team had stumbled down the stretch and found themselves tied with the Brewers headed into Sunday, the last day of the baseball season. Both teams were trying to snag the final playoff spot available in the National League. Both games happened to be televised locally and were going on at the same time. The games were nip and tuck the whole way, both tied in the late innings. And, just like a microcosm of the Mets season, they coughed it up late, while the Brewers rallied late for the win, clinching the final playoff spot. That makes two years in a row that the Mets have been on the verge of the playoffs and given it up right at the very end of the season. Given the media circus that is New York, it's going to be a long, long winter in Queens. Add to this the Eagles ignominious defeat at the hands of the Bears Sunday night, and it was a sports day I'd care not to remember.

In the interest of ending on an up note, I'll close by saying I managed to win one of my fantasy baseball leagues for a nice payout and went 3-0 in fantasy football this week. So, all is not lost, I'm definitely off to a great start football wise!

Song lyric of the day (with apologies for trivializing the intent of this song) "Sunday, bloody Sunday" - U2

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Coolest website in history?

Just a very quick post here, with props out to my boy Jacob. Click here for what may be the coolest website in history. Don't worry, nothing tawdry or virus infested. And no, I am not rick rolling you people. But you should have the sound on or the point is nearly completely lost.

Song lyric of the day "Been caught stealin' / once, when I was five" Jane's Addiction

Until next time.

Ace

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

It's On!

Oh yeah, that's right. It is full on this Saturday, excitement the likes of which hasn't been seen in ages. Yep, you got it, GRE in its full glory. I will spend one of the likely last beautiful autumn days cooped up in some high school cafeteria or gymnasium in front of a keyboard. Sweet!!!!

Actually, besides the setting, not too different from last weekend, where I spent most of it in front of the keyboard in my basement practicing for the exam and finishing a practice exam. With some practice (and probably some lucky guessing), I managed to get my score all the way up to the 91st percentile and safely within the acceptance zone for my school's grad program. And while there is no way to get your practice essays graded, there are examples provided of other essays and the scores that they received. I feel like I should be fine there as well. So, I will do the deed on Saturday and hopefully be done with it. I hope I pass because it's a hundred and forty freakin bucks to take this thing. Ugh!

That is all for now.

Song lyric of the day: "I'd take off my shades / And be blinded by the sun" Gym Class Heroes

Until next time.

Ace

Friday, September 19, 2008

Fear the Reptile!

As many of my readers know, I'm not the most religious person you'll ever run across. So, last night's discussion in class centered on a story written by Nathaniel Hawthorne called Rappacini's Daughter. We spent
damn near three hours talking about this story and two others and their relation to specific scriptures in the Old and New Testament, including the Garden of Eden passage in Genesis. It was quite a mental work out, to be sure. Throw in some analysis from literary critics and you've got a recipe for mass confusion, overly dramatic interpretation and general academia-induced nausea.
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The good news is that neither of my big assignments for the course are due until December. This is good as I'll be able to get through the busiest time at work before I have to put in heavy duty time towards my assignments. That means I can focus on other things as well, such as the GRE. I'm planning some study time this weekend (yuk!) and hopefully another practice test that shows some improvement over my last score. Assuming that goes well, I'll schedule the test for sometime in the next couple weeks. When I entered college you had to schedule way in advance but now, since everything is done online, it can be done by simply walking into a testing center. Nice! So that's the latest and greatest schoolwise.
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I also would be remiss if I failed to point out my sheer dominance in 2 of my 3 fantasy football leagues so far. Big game this weekend against the other top team in one of the leagues. We won't talk about my third league, where I'm 0-2 and already on the brink of elimination. Eeek.
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Song lyric of the day "There's no one's gonna believe this / But we're lost in the garden of Eden /This fire is burnin' and it's out of control /It's not a problem you can stop/ It's rock n' roll /Suck on that" Guns N Roses (hi Axl!)
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Until next time.
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Ace

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Whoa!


Check this sweet picture out....



Two words for you: Gators.

Song lyric of the day: "We were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock" Elton John

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hungry hungry hippo

Anyone remember King Hippo? I had occasion the other day to think about this strange character, originally from Mike Tyson's Punch Out, a Nintendo game that came out in the late '80s I suppose. His heft was great, leading to his easily knocking out Mac (you, the player) if you were inexperienced or didn't bother to deal with his assaults. But alas, he was a pretty easy foe to vanquish once you figured out how to attack his weak underbelly region. Good times.

Times are very busy, spent a nice weekend celebrating the better half's bday. It was fun to hang out with some friends and do some fun stuff. There was a surreal moment where we realized that all the guys in our party were dressed nearly identically, jeans and a blue polo. Thankfully, the establishment was dark enough that I doubt anyone noticed the fashion faux pas.

Otherwise, class really hasn't been too busy, a lot of reading and writing short responses but nothing too overwhelming. I felt a little less lost in the second night of class than the first. Hopefully the trend continues. The professor is pretty cool. This week I got to read a bunch of Nathaniel Hawthorne, including a few short stories that are overwhelmingly depressing. Should be a great deal of fun to discuss in class. I'm looking at taking the GRE by the end of this month, which, if all goes well, will be the last step in my admission to the graduate program. I'll be glad to complete that part of the process.

Enough for now!

Song lyric of the day "Hittin' where it hurts / You're doing dirty work" Webb Wilder

Until next time.

Ace

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Off to class tonight. This will be my second class of the semester and wow! For the record, the class is titled American Lit 1830-1865, so you know it's going to attract the diehards. Well, no doubt, for this is like a sitcom version of a graduate level lit class. You've got the long-haired, crazy theoried, Lone Gunmen high school English teacher guy, the little gnome looking dude with his rock concert t-shirt, the overthoughtful baby boomer snob dude, several hippie mamas and the instructor who appears to know more about what was going on in 1830 than is healthy. I'm in way over my head in this one. I think I'm going to have to rely on what I believe is official school policy that no grad student who gives at least half an effort is allowed to receive a grade lower than a B. Hopefully it will get better.

This weekend is the better half's bday so kind wishes would be appreciated. I've got some fun stuff planned that many of you know about but they are a surprise so don't spill the beans. I just hope I'm able to get enough sleep to pull it all off, it's looking like a long weekend. We'll see.

I will report back if I survive.

Song lyric of the day: "Go state the overstated / Keep it complicated / The over educated /That hope you'll never make it/ Can you take the final blow and know they won't be shutting up" Local H

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

For the love of God, hide the women and children! It's Sally!







As alluded to here, I recently attended a wedding. I would like to say for those of you who read this and have never seen me, I am not included in any of the following photos, thank God! This might make more sense if I provided some context but I'm not going to. Long live Sally!
Song lyric of the day: "Dude looks like a lady" Aerosmith
Until next time.
Ace.


Saturday, September 6, 2008

Hi-larious




Real life exchange this evening between the better half and me:


Me (just returning from lengthy run and doing some stretches): "My groin feels tight"

Better half (disinterestedly): "Uh-huh"

Me (inspired with a great idea): "Wanna feel it?"

Pause

Me (amused): "That was a good one"

Better half (not nearly as amused, in fact a bit snarky): "Why don't you put that in your blog?"

Me: "Good idea!"


Song lyric of the day: "She liked the look of my johnson" Red Hot Chili Peppers


Until next time.


Ace

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

At the movies

I hope everyone had a great, long weekend. Nothing extravagant to report here but it was nice to have some time off before work and school really kick in. It was quite hot in our area but otherwise uneventful.

One thing I have been able to do a bit of during the break was catch up on movies that we've had on the list to watch. So, I thought I'd talk about them here.

First up was a movie called Lucky You, starring Eric Bana and Drew Barrymore. The story is about a deadbeat poker player (Bana) living in Vegas who meets and falls for a starry eyed innocent girl (Barrymore) from California. Bana also has serious dad issues and is a complete gambling addict. At times, the movie seems sincere and keeps from getting too cliche. But, Barrymore plays the same character she's played in a million other romance movies, which is annoying. But the poker action is good and Robert Duvall is excellent in his role as Bana's father, a world class poker player. The final scenes at the World Series of Poker are a little silly and at the end of the movie, I was pretty disappointed. But, it wasn't the worst movie in the world, unlike some reviews of it I had read.

I also went to the theater to check out the new Ben Stiller movie Tropic Thunder, thanks to a free ticket I was able to land (thx!). This movie was everything I expected it to be, absolutely ridiculous but a whole heckuva lot of fun. Robert Downey Jr was great, Nick Nolte and Tom Cruise were brilliant in small roles and the fake previews at the beginning of the movie were low brow hilarity at it's best (worst?). I'm glad I saw this one and really could not beat the price!

Finally, this weekend I was able to catch up on Superbad, a movie I had heard a lot of great things about. I'm sure most readers have seen this movie - it was great! The story is of a couple of loser high school seniors and their escapades leading up to a party a few weeks before graduation. The cop roles played by Bill Hader (from SNL) and Seth Rogen (40 Yr Old Virgin, Knocked Up) were fantastic and McLovin is one of the best movie characters since Napoleon Dynamite. Highly recommended.

That's all for now!

Song lyric of the day "Yes/I love technology/but not as much as you" Kip from Napoleon Dynamite

Until next time.

Ace

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Wedded bliss and a giant albino

A big congrats goes out to J & J on their recently committed nuptials. The wedding was quite spectacular, taking place in Chicago at a place called the Ivy Room. It was beautiful and very well put together. I don't know if the couple used a wedding planner but all of the details were well-attended to and everything was really quite nice. The happy couple is off to Fiji next week, enjoy!

Many very close friends from the area where I grew up were in attendance. I don't get to spend nearly as much time with those folks as I used to, so it was fun to get some quality time in. Much ridiculous activity ensued, including typical silly dancing (Q, the drop the keys move was a BIG hit with this crowd) and for many, far too much alcohol consumption. As usual, many plans were made for trips together that will likely never happen (although that Vegas junket sure sounds sweet!) and hopefully a reunion of sorts at Thanksgiving. That, of course, assumes that certain among us have recovered from this weekend's festivities by then, and you know who you are! In addition, I suspect that I will be posting at least one picture from the event shortly.

I mentioned that I'm reading Moby Dick for my class this fall. I wanted to post a very short excerpt demonstrating Melville's ability. This comes at the beginning of Chapter 37, p.182.

"Yonder, by the ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun - slow dived from noon, - goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies her endless hill."

Stunning descriptions, this really struck me for some reason.

Song lyric of the day "And the shadow of the day / will embrace the world in gray" Linkin Park

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Back to reality

Well, the second break of the summer from class has come and gone. It's amazing how quickly time has gone. #1 heads back to school starting tomorrow, #2 fires up next week and I start up this week as well. The nice rhythm the family has gotten into will now be thrown into chaos for the next couple weeks until we get into the new routine. We will be going in a lot of different directions though. Fortunately, #1 is entering first grade and will be in school all day, lessening the running around a little bit.

As far as my progression, my application to grad school is still in progress. I've got all of the transcripts requested, my letters of recommendation have been submitted and the only thing left for me to do is take and achieve an acceptable score on the GRE. I took a practice test and scored right at the minimum qualifying score. So, I need to spend a little time studying/practicing to make sure I've got a little breathing room on the exam. I'm glad to be so close to done with that piece, I think I should be able to finish the GRE in the next month or so.

Assuming my acceptance into the grad program, it's looking like I'll need to take five additional classes to complete the degree. Ugh! So, unfortunately, it looks like I'll be pushing back student teaching yet again. In some ways, this is frustrating because in reality, I could be student teaching right now if I stayed on my original schedule. But, in other ways, it's a bit of a blessing as it allows the family to save some extra money, pay off some items like the cars, and better prepare us for the period where we are on a single income until I'm able to get going with my teaching gig.

It's a lot to digest but I'm at peace with where I am now. I am looking forward to the time when it is all completed though. And I start up class this week, taking a single course in American Lit from the early 1800s. I've already started reading Moby Dick in preparation for the class. Melville is quite a writer!

Enough for now.

Song lyric of the day: "On the way to school / I'm glad it wasn't you" Drivin N Cryin

Until next time.

Ace

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Trip report: Horseshoe Casino, Hammond, IN 8-9-08

After the big trip to New York, I wasted in no time in setting off for another trip. Up next, a trip to Horseshoe Casino in Hammond, Indiana. The casino underwent a gigantic renovation recently, costing half a billion to complete, and the grand re-opening was scheduled for August 8. As it turned out, the Smashing Pumpkins were brought in to play at the new theatre called The Venue, which is conveniently located only up a staircase and down the hall from the casino. As a Pumpkins fan and gambler, this was a fortuitous combination I could not pass up. So, I hooked up with my boy Q and we were off.

I got to the casino and easily found my way to the poker room. Wow! This is the closest thing I've seen to a Vegas type poker room outside Sin City. 34 tables in all, a very nice front desk/brush area, and a two tiered room (with the upper tier reserved for nosebleed stakes), this place was very nice. Of course, everything was brand new, including the tables, a commemorative set of chips for the grand re-opening, the electronic waitlist, and (unfortunately) the dealers.

The wait list process was a little cumbersome. I didn't call ahead to get on the list and by the time I got to the room there was a wait of about 2o people on the 1/2 No Limit game. Most of these were call-ins though so I was able to get a seat in about 30 minutes or so. Not bad, but they could have easily opened another table or two while I was waiting and there would have been no wait at all. I'm sure that is something that will be worked out with a little more experience.

The dealers weren't so good. Many of them had a very difficult time keeping the action moving, making decisions when a card was inadvertently exposed, etc. One cool thing was that the room has chip runners, meaning the dealers were not selling chips, which kept the action moving. Once the dealers get some more experience, the play should be pretty quick at Horseshoe. There is a lot of space in the room, as opposed to most of the other rooms I've frequented. This is a very good thing!

I sat down about 1:45 pm or so and started playing. I didn't have much in the way of hands for most of the session. In fact, the entire 6+ hours I played, I only wound up showing my cards on two hands. I'll dissect a few hands here for your reading pleasure.

Hand #1. Guy 2 seats to my right has been splashing around quite a bit, raising with a lot of garbage. He likes to talk a lot and is generally your typical table captain. He pops it up to 12 preflop. I look down at pocket sevens in the small blind. I might consider folding here since only one other person had limped into the hand and I'm out of position. But, given the aggressive nature of the captain, I decided to call. Other guy calls. Flop comes down 678 rainbow. Not a perfect hand for a set but beggars can't be choosers. I check, the limper checks and captain bets 25 into our $36 pot. I've got the captain covered and think he's likely on an overpair or just pushing around. But I'm not taking any chances. I push all in for another 100 or so. The limper folds and the captain goes deep into the tank. After a minute or so, he decides to call me and turns over pocket nines. He has an overpair and open ended straight draw. Rag on the turn and the river is an eight to fill me up. Nice pot and suddenly I'm up about $200 or a buy-in.

Hand #2. I'm on the button and about 5 people limp in to me. I look down at A8 off suit. I don't usually play this kind of hand but since I'm on the button decide to see a flop. Small Blind completes and BB checks. Flop comes down A88, bingo! SB leads out for $15 into the $14 pot. I'm disappointed as it folds around to me. I smooth call, wanting to extract as much as possible out of senor SB. The turn is a rag and he bets out another $20. Again I smooth call. River is yet another rag and SB bets out $30. This time I think about it for a while and raise another $90, figuring with $158 in the pot any eight and any big ace are likely to call me here. He goes into the tank forever and finally (argh!) mucks his hand. He shows an Ace as he folds. Dang it, I guess I raised a little too much. But, I've added to my growing stack.

Hand #3. Shortly before dinner, I finally look down at a premium pair in late position, spying AA. I'm in late position and there are four limpers in ahead of me. I raise up to $12 and get 3 callers (yikes!). Flop comes down T73, 2 diamonds. Checked to me and I bet out $20 into the $52 pot. Guy in 3rd position raises it up to $60 and it folds around to me. Did he hit a set? Maybe but I'm putting him on something more like pocket Queens or Jacks. This guy isn't a very good player and the only set I saw him play all night he slow played all the way to the river. I re-popped up to $120. Guy has about $300 behind, a nice sized stack. He fairly quickly calls me. Turn is a beautiful, wondrous, glorious Ace, I'm now sitting on the nuts. Dude checks to me and I bet out another $75 into this $300 pot. He fairly quickly calls. River is another seven, pairing the board and giving me a full boat. The only hand that beats me here is pocket 7s, which I thought was a possibility but I tell myself that's monster-under-the-bed type thinking. He checks to me and I fire out another $75. He's got about $150 left behind and the pot is already around $450. I think I've bet little enough for him to call, especially with such a big pot. He thinks for literally 3-4 minutes before finally folding. ARGGGGH! He was either on his Kings, Queens or Jacks, or maybe a flush draw. Later he tries to tell me he had pocket 2s, meaning he folded twos full of sevens. I don't believe that for a second. I lose a little on a couple speculative hands and finish the night up $430, up over two buy-ins. I like this poker room!

As an aside, the place also features 2 Poker Tek tables, which basically is an automated poker table, meaning no dealers, no chips, etc. It's basically playing computerized poker but you're playing against other people that are sitting at the table. The advantages of this are quicker games, no tipping the dealer required and lower rake taken from the hands. The disadvantage is primarily that there are no real cards, chips, etc. I'll try it out next time I'm there.



Q and I also checked out dinner. The line to the buffet was unbelievably long so we headed for a little Asian noodle shop. It was ok, they had a few dim sum dishes that I am especially fond of. So I snagged some of that and scarfed down dinner. This place could use more smaller restaurants besides the buffet and definitely could use more seating. Next up, The Venue, for Pumpkin-time!

The room was interesting, it was a gigantic theater. I'm sure that the set-up varies from show to show. The night before the Pumpkins played, Bette Midler opened the room. I'm pretty sure the general admittance area didn't exist for her show, hard to see all the boomers moshing it up to Wind Beneath My Wings. I digress.

For the Pumpkins, the entire downstairs was standing room, GA. It probably could have held somewhere in the neighborhood of five thousand people in the downstairs alone. Pumpkins didn't come close to filling it though. In the upstairs, there was a balcony area with what looked like fairly limited seating, although to be honest I didn't really take a good look. The balcony was quite a long ways back from the stage, those seats would not have been good for this show. Interestingly, the floor itself was concrete but during the show when everyone was jumping around you could feel the floor bouncing, almost like it was made of rubber. I kept envisioning the pulsing mass of people collapsing through the floor and landing one story down in the middle of a roulette game or something!

Pumpkins put on an interesting show. They were on stage for 2 1/2 hours and played a few of the hits. They also played a couple of really long songs that literally lasted about 50 minutes or so between the 2 of them. Here is a review of a similar show done the night before that seems like it had a very similar setlist. Highlights of the show for me included classic Mayonnaise, the previously mentioned long rock out to America, and from way back Rhinoceros. Unfortunately, there were some lowlights. First, the sound really sucked. I don't know if it was the room or the band, but at many points you couldn't hear Corgan's guitar and often couldn't hear his vocals. Huh? Second, I wasn't very into the lengthy Floyd cover they did. The acoustic set in the middle of the show was fairly average and the final encore, when the entire band stood front stage and played kazoos was sublime and a little too much for me. Overall, I'm glad I saw the band but it left a bit to be desired.

On the other hand, Q has been a big Pumpkins fan for a long time. He's been a little grouchy the band hasn't played Chicago once since their reunion last year. I don't think this show really helped the cause. I really don't want to be to blame for his dissocation with his favorite band but I think it may be too late for that. Bummer!

Song lyric of the day: "The world is a vampire / set to drain" Smashing Pumpkins

Until next time.

Ace

Monday, August 18, 2008

For the married amongst us

Joke of the day from ComedyCentral.com

Q: What's the difference between an in-law and an outlaw?

A: Outlaws are wanted.

Song lyric of the day: "Ghost riders in the sky" Johnny Cash

Until next time.

Ace

Friday, August 15, 2008

Only missing the sex

One thing I've done a good job of during this portion of summer break is doing a LOT of reading. That includes the epic biography of Neil Young called Shakey. This sucker was 738 pages of rock and roll history all surrounding the strange and always changing world of Neil Young.

Now I'm not a huge Neil Young fan or anything but I thought this would be a good book to read. He's a very intriguing character and mesmerizing enough to help me through the long read. By the end, I wondered how the book might have continued. The story essentially wraps up in 1998, presumably because that's when the book was published. But Young has continued to write and record in the ensuing decade. Not sure I'm asking for a sequel but it would be interesting to read. The thing is filled with all the drugs and rock and roll you could imagine, only leaving out one leg of the stool in the cliched world of music.

The author is a guy named Jimmy McDonough, who apparently has a reputation for these long biographies. I'll tell you another thing the guy has, that's a long lensed view of rock and roll. He is constantly displaying this knowledge as he discusses influences on Young and other artists. But, at times, he comes off sounding like an old fogey, lamenting the end of rock and roll - while he doesn't give an exact date, I would guess he thinks rock essentially ended around 1978 or so. That's a little distracting.

But Young's life is a crazy one. He's a lot more than Heart of Gold and Rockin' in the Free World. His story is one of being in the right place at the right time in a lot of ways. His love for music blossomed right as the world opened up to rock and roll and his experiences led him right into the heart of hippiedom. From there, Young would make many interesting, bizarre and sometimes career-threatening transformations into different types of music and different types of characters. One aside you would never guess is that Young has become the sole owner of Lionel, the toy train manufacturer. How unusual!

The book does a good job of avoiding the hero-worship that often comes with these types of tomes and really gives a great insight into Young's mind through interviews with the artist himself and exhaustive research on those around him. It's well written and sparked in me a keen interest in tracking down some of Young's music. If you're a music lover, you'll find the book interesting, even if you aren't a huge Neil Young fan.

Next up on the reading list is Moby Dick for the lit class I'm taking this fall. Talk about a change of pace!

Song lyric of the day: "Old King sure meant a lot to me / But that hound dog is history" Neil Young

Until next time.

Ace

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Trip Report: Pomme grande

The big trip is over! Here's my recollection of the affair.

We started out on Friday night, headed from the midwest to the Big Apple. The plan was to drive out overnight to minimize the "are we there yet" factor. So, we got in the car and off we went. 7 minutes into the trip, we made our first stop, a turnaround to head home and retrieve our forgotten camera. Not bad! So, eight minutes later, we were seriously on the road, right around 8 pm.

The kiddies were entertained with a movie for a while, which helped, finally dozing off as we crossed into Indiana. The great part about this trip was that we primarily only had to take one interstate virtually the entire way, the toll-infested I-80. We got about 2 1/2 hours in before our first pit stop. From there, we were in business, getting a long ways and deep into early morning hours before our next stop. The driving overnight plan was a good one but had a few drawbacks. One, I should have gotten more sleep the night before - I was up quite late due to some work stuff. Two, it really threw our sleep patterns off on the day of our arrival. I made it through most of Ohio before needing some relief at the wheel, turning it over to the better half.

We ran into a Noah laughing his butt off in the Ark rainstorm in Eastern PA as what eventually turned into dawn approached. It was hair-raising, going up and down the mountains (the very beautiful Poconos) in this stuff. I took over at the wheel shortly into the deluge. We cruised into New Jersey and were on our way to our hotel, getting into the area by about 9:30 in the morning. Crazily, this was nearly to the minute the amount of time MapQuest told us it would take.

Our hotel was quite nice, it seemed like it was pretty new and the room we got was very big, with plenty of room for all of us and a separate room area for our youngest to sleep without worry of being bothered by us. Unfortunately, my head nearly exploded trying to find the place. It was securely nestled on the backhalf of a frontage road on a non-existent highway that you had to know a secret password to enter. Ugh! So, instead of finding the hotel, we headed over instead to check out the Statue of Liberty.

I've seen Lady Liberty while crossing a bridge or two in NY and was suprised at how small she looked from that vantage point. So when we took the ferry over to Liberty Island, I was dutifully impressed by the size of the statue. It was a very cool, but brief, experience. Unfortunately, it started pouring so it was a little soggy making our way back to the ferry. But once on board, we were fine inside the boat.

We finally did find our way to the hotel and were happy to have a resting place. We took the kids swimming in the "heated" indoor pool, which felt like it was not heated at all. This would be the case through the remainder of the trip but the kids didn't seem to mind much, except the littlest, who shrieked a little when entering but quickly numbed to the pain. Thankfully, there was a sufficiently heated spa to make up for the trouble. So, Saturday was essentially spent at the Statue of Liberty and hanging out at the hotel, having dinner delivered in.

Sunday was game #1 on our doubleheader trip, a trip to Yankee Stadium to see the Bronx Bombers battle the Angels. The plan was to leave super early and get to the stadium in time to visit Monument Park, an area beyond centerfield where there are tributes to many of the great Yankees to play at the stadium (think Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, giants in baseball history). Unfortunately, horrid traffic, children's appetites and a food court lunatic conspired to delay us beyond the time limits that would allow us to visit this portion of the ballpark. I was disappointed but it wasn't the end of the world. BTW, the Bronx was really not a very nice place.

Now for Yankee Stadium The place is very old but felt really comfortable. Our seats were in the right-centerfield bleacher area, a non-alcholic seating section. And even though we were in one of the furthest rows back, we felt very close to the field and action. There was history dripping from the place, it was really awe-inspiring to think of how many bombs the Mick hit into our area back in the day. It was also fun that in our section, the fans chanted for each player in the top of the 1st innning, earning an appreciative wave or nod of the hat from each player while the game was in progress - cool little tradition. Alas, the #2 & #3 were getting feisty and wound up bumping heads and leading to a bloody nose for one and an early departure for the rest of us. Oh well, at least we got to see the park. We finished the day with some more swimming and a trip to the drugstore to get some ointment for a heat rash #3 had picked up.

Monday was a hole in our schedule so we decided to go check out Central Park. Now I generally am not too concerned about driving in lots of traffic, even if I am not familiar with the area I'm in. But I have to say, driving around NYC was pretty damn stressful and there is not a lot of parking in the whole Central Park area, at least not easily found for us. But we did manage to find a garage and spent a few hours checking out CP. It was okay but I wasn't overly impressed. One of the highlights of the trip was dinner Monday night, where we checked out a neighborhood Portugese restaurant we happened across during our stay. Very authentic, very good, and fun to try something new and different.

Tuesday was check out day and the second half of our doubleheader, although the game wasn't until 7:05. So we slept in a little, packed up and headed to the ballpark area, figuring we'd find something to do near there. We managed to find a movie theater and took the monkeys to see Wall-E, an interesting Pixar/Disney flic. It was a pretty depressing vision of the future but well-written, very imaginative and the kids seemed to like it. Afterwards, we headed over to the stadium early and got there right about the time the park opened.

Shea Stadium was about what I expected. The place has a reputation for being a dump. I don't know if I'd call it a dump but it doesn't really stand out. Built in 1962, it is in the same concept as many of the cookie cutter flying saucer designs that many stadiums of that era were. But since we were there so early, we got to hang out down near the field for a while and walk around a little bit. We spent a little time up in our seats, which were in the upper deck, which made Mount Kilimanjaro look like an anthill. Crikey! The better half couldn't even move once we got up there. We hung out for a bit and decided to head for the road. I would listen to the game on the way back home that night.

The ride home was pretty uneventful, save for some more torrential downpour for the better half to navigate as we came back. I gratefully slept through much of the deep night hours - I would have never made it without dozing off. We got home around 8:30 am on Wednesday morning, where we all proceeded to pass out for several hours (or at least I did, not sure about everyone else).

All in all, I was glad to see both stadiums, being much more impressed with Yankee Stadium, primarily due to the history. I was not impressed in the least with NYC, finding the areas we were in to be mostly rundown and dirty, unremarkable otherwise. We probably just weren't in the right areas but I doubt I'll make much of an effort to get back anytime soon. And the kids seemed to enjoy themselves, as usual marking swimming as the highlight of the affair!

Song lyric of the day: "I'm in a New York state of mind" Billy Joel

Until next time.

Ace