8:15 p.m.
• Every Mother’s Day the in-laws take the family out to lunch/dinner at some restaurant. Every year, the mother-in-law gets pissed off with the service and/or food and we will “never” go there again, so each year it’s something different. This year it was some crappy local Italian restaurant, and it doesn’t take much for me to be happy at an eatery but today wasn’t one of those times. Good God was this food shit. Oh well, it wasn’t my money. Oh, and the crack whore sister-in-law and her out-of-control daughter were here, and the niece almost fell asleep at the table. I just thank Christ I was on the other side of the four tables that were arranged to accommodate us.
• Last night Lesson in Machismo and I were talking about some old-school rap. Well, I shouldn’t say old-school, because one person’s “old-school” is another’s “hey I grew up listening to that shit? You want ‘old school,’ listen to *insert name of group that was prominent 10 years prior.*” I remember one night back in the late 1990s while watching Rap City’s “Old School Wednesday,” they played Del the Funky Homosapien’s “Catch a Bad One.” Uh, that song was released back in ’93 and it’s classified “Old School”? This was 1997 (or ’98) – four years is “old”? Oy. Anyway, it was a pleasant trip down memory lane, especially when this was brought up. Oh hell yeah.
And while I’m on this topic. WTF?
Some folks have WAY too much time on their hands, and that’s coming from me of all people. You want my kkkommentary on this song? Here it is:
1) I love how the Cube’s vehicle is chasing the bootleggers through the fog, but the atmosphere is clear and the sky is blue when there’s a close up of O’Shea Jackson (OMG REAL NAME/BREAKING KEYFABE~!) driving.
2) My favorite image in this whole video (besides the tunnel beatdown at the 2:00 mark) is at the 2:28 mark when some huge guy to the far right in Cube’s gang is running after the bootleggers and turns his head to the side. It might be hard to see on a computer scree, but when seen on TV it's more obvious.
3) Right after Mr. Beefy’s head turn is one of the funniest pseudo-beat downs I’ve ever seen. Honorable mentions goes to some guy in the right side of the screen at the 2:27 mark and some guy hitting another over the head with a record cover at the 2:35 mark. But my favorite is the same guy from the 2:27 mark looking at the camera while “pummeling” his victim at the 2:32 mark.
What a great song. What a great video.
But I don’t party and shake my BUTT
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts
And it’ll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch.
11:30 p.m.
• Huh? I entered this in on Saturday and it's reading this as having been posted on a Sunday. Oh well, must be a time-zone/setting thing.
• No offense, but I’d rather have my cops adopt the “warrior culture” than the "Frenchie culture." And by "Frenchie culture," I'm talking about officers running away – not smelling bad.
• I get that this Bode Miller guy isn’t liked by some, but is he really that big a public figure that his name needs dropped when a relative of his kills an officer of the law? Oh, and thank God that piece of shit cousin of his is dead.
• Oh great, now with reporters getting their beats outsourced, I can expect some hysteria in the near future about the horrible economy.
Back in the ‘90s when we had the GREATEST ECONOMY OF ALL TIME BILL CLINTON, I always felt this “boom” was a bit overblown, mostly in part because the media was close to this tech bubble thing. I’m not saying this was a LIBERAL BIAS~! thing; just a “Bob from sports has just quit his job to be a writer for this local Internet start-up. Boy, this economy must be great" thing. Then when the tech bubble burst, and these writing/PR/marketing jobs were the first to be axed, I felt the great recession of the early ‘00s was a bit exaggerated as well. My proof for all of this? Nothing. Just remembering what I read during this time.
• For those that actually care about the groundhog living under my backyard shed, he popped out today to munch on some grass.
He seems to get fatter each year; one day I think he won’t be able to fit back into his crib. Hey, he’s not bothering anyone so I let him live his life. Besides, it’s fun to knock on the back door and watch him bolt back under the shed.
And speaking of lazy animals, here’s JJ today earning his keep.
I know I should have written this sooner. I have a lot of catching up to do. Obviously a lot has been going on in the world. I'll start here and hopefully catch up later on other stuff I want to blog about. One last thing before I begin, I am starting to really hate MySpace. I've been getting spam everyday now.
Last semester my American Marketing Association class worked on a case study. The case study was about bringing back people to New Orleans. The American Marketing Association chapters who worked on the case, among those who didn't, had the opportunity to go the AMA Collegiate Conference in New Orleans. It was a cool oportunity because we spent an entire researching New Orleans.
So let's fast foward to the last week of March. The conference was going to be from March. The conference lasted from Thursday to Saturday. We were going to arrive on Wednesday and leave on Monday, that way we could see parts of New Orleans.
Wednesday: We had to fly out of LAX 6 o' clock in the morning. Which meant I would have to be on the road at 3 o' clock in the morning. I told my dad (the VanMan) that he would have to take me to LAX in the morning. My advisor at school thought I was abusing him. But I figured he would be okay doing it cause usually wakes up that early in order to make it Anaheim by 5AM. So we are on the road and there is no traffic. Sweet.
We make it to LAX by 4AM. I don't see anyone else from my group. I think to myself, not only did I travel farther than anyone else in my group, I made it before them.
The problem with arriving super early is that no one is at the airport. It's quiet and the customer service and the security people are starting to arrive. Soon lines start to form and at least I'm early, so I'm in front. When I'm in the security, I see two members in my group who were in a different security line. Because the security flipped the line around, they ended up way behind me.
The fourth member of my group called me. He was just arriving to airport at 5AM. However he was lucky enough to put into another security line and he was at the waiting area rather quickly.
We'll I spent the first post on LA, so now let's arrive to New Orleans.
Wednesday (cont): The cheapest deal we could find for a flight had layover in Denver. I start thinking to myself, I wonder if it's going to start snowing a lot. It didn't. The ground was dry and the brush near the air brown... I forgot about the crazy lady. We were all waiting in the terminal for our plane to come to the gate. There was another flight to Orlando that was about to leave and what happened next was a like a scene from Home Alone. This lady with her accent was yelling for them to stop the plane. At same time, she was pushing her little daughter and yell for someone else. The flight attendants told her to be quiet and the plane isn't going to leave if she calms down. Eventually they let her on. After the door is shut, the flight attendant says to people in the lounge, "This is an airport. This isn't a hospital." We all laughed
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We arrive at New Orleans International Airport around 1 o' clock their time. We grab our baggage and head to the shuttle. All of us are hungry and tired because the airlines refuse to feed anyone who doesn't have money (only assuming 1st class got fed.)
We got on a crowded Enterprise shuttle withh a group of volunteers who were going to help rebuild New Orleans.
When we got out of the shuttle, it hit me. It was humid as hell over their. It must have been 70 degrees with 80 percent humidity.
We drive to the hotel. In order to get there, we take the 10 East (just like home). Our hotel where we were staying at and where the conference was taking place was in the French Quarter.The exit that we took to get to the hotel went past the Superdome and the City Hall. For the most part, the French Quarter looks great. You wouldn't have been able to tell that a mojor catastrophe had hit New Orleans.
We dump our stuff in the hotel and go out to Canal Street which is in fron to the hotel.
We're hungry. Obviously, us being strangers in a strange land, we don't know where to eat. In the back of my mind I'm thinking that we should have spicy Cajun food.
Instead of asking the front desk where to eat, we walk east of the hotel for several blocks on Canal St. Canal Street is a long avenue, which was under reconstruction. The city was adding large palm trees to sidewalks and also adding more sidewalks to roads. We walked about a half a mile, passing a Walgreens, a Chinese restaurant, some abandoned buildings, and several shoe stores, till we turned around and went back to the hotel. On our way back, we went to Walgreens and picked up water, Dr. Pepper, and a map of New Orleans.
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Bourbon St. is different in the day time than it is at night. It was around 5' o clock when we went up Bourbon Street. The Street is made up bar, strip club, bar, bar, strip club, and so on and so forth. It goes on for several blocks like this as a one way street and then it turns in to residential. Because the rest of 1,200 students hadn't arrived for the conference, the Street was quiet. We stopped at a restaurant on the Street of which name I cannot recall. It was an opened air restaurant where the pigeons would come in and peck at table scraps. On the menu were Cajun foods like jambalaya and bread pudding. What was really interesting is that the specialty drink in New Orleans is the Hurricane.
After we ate, we saw more of the Street and then headed back to hotel room. We were tired.
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I went out with David around 8 o' clock. I was bored in the hotel because they didn't have ESPNews or any hockey on. Also, I wanted to buy souvenirs for the family.
We went to the Street and it wasn't as wild as it was going to get. There were men on the streets advertising strip clubs and bars. We were trying to avoid them while my friend was taking lots of pictures of the architecture.
We left the Street and went towards the riverfront. On our way there, we saw psychics, the homeless ("Please don't take any pictures of me." "I'm sorry didn't mean to scare you."), and this guy playing the wind harmonica.
When we made it to the riverfront, it was beautiful.
Later that night David and I went shopping in one of the overpriced shops in New Orleans. (Yes, the French Quarter is full of these souvenir shops that sell the same stuff.) I bought Mighty Ducks beads. For 8 dollars a necklace, you could wear your favorite sports team around you neck. We walked around some more and then went back to the hotel room.
Thursday
My roommate slept for about twelve hours straight. I woke up and played my PSP. The conference would officially kick off in the evening but we had most of the day to ourselves. The group decided we should go to Baton Rouge. So we hopped on the 10 Freeway heading west to Baton Rouge. It took us an hour to get there. When we arrived, we were hungry and we didn't know where the Capital Building was. We ate at Sonics and then I called the VanMan because he knows how to use Google. "Where is the capital?" "It's in Baton Rouge." "I know that but where specifically is the building? You know, like an address." He eventually gives me a street and then we eventually find it.
I don't remember much about going to Sacramento and seeing our Capital Building but ours is bigger than theirs. On the steps leading up to the building, there are the names of every state that entered the Union in order.
We enter and find out that there is an observation tower on the 27th floor. We explore the bottom floors and visit the Legislative Chamber. It looks the like the US Capitol chamber except it is smaller.
The group heads up to the top. We have to take two elevators in order to get there. The view from the top was breathe taking. The AMA members saw the Mississippi River and the other things surrounding the Capitol Building.
After that, the group went to this old armory on the Capital groups. It was boring because 1) It was historical. 2) The cannons weren't working.
There was a casino nearby and I cannot confirm that anyone gambled. The casino staff was rude to me.
We headed back home. I'm used to California freeways. In most parts of California, they are densely populated, so by the freeways, you see houses or businesses. On our way to and from Baton Rouge, there was foliage and water. It was boring to look at it.
We get back to the hotel and it is starting to fill with college kids. I go and crash in the room.
Finally, the Conference is going to start.
I don't post here that often. I am more of an observer. Instead of actually debating people, I've decide to create this blog, I can post stuff about sports and life. Why? Because everyone else is doing it.
Up next: New Orleans Story: The Unfinished Story
kkk's Top 103 Posters
Number 26: BX
I don’t know why BX would be shocked that I would actually vote for him in a TSM Poster Contest. Just because I disagree with 99.999999999 percent of what someone thinks regarding politics (and I’m still waiting for that 0.000000001 percent of something we agree on) doesn't mean I have to hate him for it. And besides, there are other things to talk about besides whether or not George W. Bush is the devil. Take the Return of the King for example (at the time the spoiler tags weren’t there). And finally, I, along with anyone who remembers when the Current Events folder was worth reading, hope that BX savors this ranking, because I don’t think he’ll be getting on this kind of list with a certain poster from South Carolina any time in the near future.
And now a word or two from the expert panel I've assembled to comment on the people I've listed.
From Cancer Marney:
From SFA Jack:
9:15 p.m.
• I just learned an important lesson (well, I didn't learn it since it was something I already knew, but you know what I'm talking about -- I hope). Never walk in front of the better half’s viewing area when the “Ghost Whisperer” is on. Jesus Christ. Bitch walks in front of me while I’m playing MVP Baseball and facing a 3-2 count with the bases loaded all the time. So just to be an asshole when I went to the ‘fridge and got something to drink and did a military crawl under the TV picture so I wouldn’t obstruct her line of sight to Jennifer Love Hewitt’s tits acting performance. Speaking of MVP, I had some guy in AAA who was a bench player but had decent power, so I put him in as my full-time DH. He was my most productive player at that level power-wise and cranked a three-run round-tripper last night only to rupture his ACL during a routine run to home plate as my other player grounded into an inning’s third out. Mother fucker.
Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down~!
Lord Jamar will live long, ‘cuz I give strong blows to the heads of my foes.
You know, with the homophobic lyrics Brand Nubian has spit over the years. that’s a pretty gay line up there.
Oh, shit. This is the season finale of the “Ghost Whisperer.” I guess Mrs. kkk will want to spend quality time shit now that show and the other one which comes on after that will be done for the summer.
8:45 p.m.
• Smues recent entry about housing costs gave me a flashback, so let’s go into the time machine.
It was in the early 2000s and the better half and I moved to the lovely community of Middletown, Ohio. I’ve said on occasion what I think of this little slice of Americana; when I got off of I-75 and took the Middletown exit I was rather pleased with what I saw. Some minor development – a mall here, a grocery store there. A small town feel. My type of place.
Then I began to drive inbound toward “downtown” Middletown. And I got scared. Real scared. More than one time I thought to myself, “We’re actually going to live here?” The up-and-coming property and housing developments quickly faded to this red-neck villa that I just escaped from Sappy Valley. However, the housing complex we had a lease with was a pretty nice place; it was clearly an oasis in a sea of white trash. And to top it off, our townhouse was spacious and had central air. And the rent was only $700/month. I was as happy as a pig in shit.’
Why am I talking about this? Because some time after we got situated, my old man and his wife stopped by. When I lived in southwestern Ohio, he would often stop by for a night before heading out to Nebraska to visit my half-brother before going to Colorado to visit my step-mom’s one adult offspring. Well, having just left Sappy Valley where an apartment off-campus ran you more than the cost for this townhouse, I was liking my living situation. Problem is my old man is one of those people who no matter what the deal is, the price is still too much. As I was showing him around he of course asked how much was I paying. Like an idiot, I said the price, which of course sparked OUTRAGE~! Then my step-mom countered with something that actually shut the old man up, commenting on the trailer they were living in at the time..
“Bill, we pay $350/month for a hole in the ground.”
Silence.
Game. Set. Match.
I should mention that later that day he said to save money I should use sawdust and newspaper as cat litter instead of that fancy stuff I was using. He then commented on why two litter boxes that were used by three cats would stink after six days of usage. Sigh.
8:30 p.m.
• I knew this was coming, but I can't help it.
Another example of the Left's tolerance and willingness to support the right of someone expressing their views, even if those views differ from theirs.
Watched "Heroes" and the season finale of "The Unit" last night, which I recorded on the High Def DVR. Heroes is just getting on my nerves. It's not as good as the hype surrounding it. The storyline with the blonde chick with the violent alter-ego and her husband and their child is painfully boring. The cheerleader is very annoying. The Unit, however is first class. David Mamet, you can't go wrong. The show almost never attempts to dumb-down to the audience--often I have to rewind to pick up on something that is happening.
D.E. Jr is bolting from DEI, though he still owns 51% of the company. When he switches car numbers, it's going to be a problem for the diehard fans who have 8 all over their house, yard, vehicles, some even with tattoes. Their was a commercial a while back where Dale Jr made an announcement that he was changing car numbers and all these people were going nuts tearing down all the 8s they had, only for Jr to say "just kidding." Well, not anymore.
Al Sharpton cracked on Mormons. Then he was on Paula Zahn's show demonstrating ingorance of the Mormon faith. Then he was on Glenn Beck still demonstrating ignorance of the Mormon fatih. He apologized to all Mormons....except Mitt Romney. Hilarious. He's expecting Mormons to accept his apology, although he certainly did not accept Imus' apology. Now, I think the stuff Mormons believe is damn near right up there with Scientologists on the weirdness scale, but so what. They aren't hurting anybody and I couldn't care less what they believe.
And apparently 60 Minutes is grilling Romney on whether or not he had premarital sex. What a bunch a little babies. They're trying to play gotcha with the Mittster. Now, Bapists believe premarital sex is a sin, Bill Clinton said he was a Bapist, did this come up then? Oh.
Let's face it, a lot of us like Metal. Sure, some of us don't admit it, and I never considered myself a diehard metal fan, but we do, be it Metallica or Maiden or Slayer or all of those. Anywho, here's some metal albums I've been enjoying so far, in no particular order.
Agalloch-Ashes Against the Grain-This is actually pretty awesome. It's black metal (never cared for most of it-or at least the Norweigen stuff) but it's great. It could best be described as Gorgoroth (without the cliche satanism) meets Katatonia meets Sigur Ros meets Pink Floyd meets My Bloody Valentine.
Mastodon-Leviathan and Blood Mountain-Holy shit, the drumming. If you claim to enjoy metal but don't like Mastodon, then you don't really enjoy metal. Seriously, give them a shot, they are fucking awesome. Hell, they let guys from the Mars Volta on Mountain, and they didn't ruin it. That's saying something.
Slayer-Reign in Blood-Need I say more?
Athiest-Unquestionable Prescence and Elements-Death Metal with jazz-inspired chord progressions. Not the only Death Metal band to do this, but one of the few to do it right. See also: Cynic's Focus, Gorgut's Obscura, and Pestilence's Spheres.
Sleep-Dopesmoker and Sleep's Holy Mountain-The Ultimate Stoner Metal albums, with riffs that are so sludgey, they roll like molasses. See also: Electric Wizard's Dopethrone.
Boris-Rainbow, Pink, and Amplifier Worship-Hell yes. The best Doom Metal band on the planet, and one of my favorite bands that are more recent. Rainbow is more psychedelic rock than metal, but it's still great.
Wolves in the Throne Room-Diadem of 12 Stars-Black metal that's really long (4 songs, a 60 minute album), but every minute counts. Contains elements of folk music, and bit of post rock.
Nachtmystium-Instinct: Decay-While it has the cliched low-fi production that annoys me, here's a Black Metal album that's still worth it. Featuring elements of psychedelia and post punk, it's pretty diverse. Oh, and the song "Chosen By No One" rules.
Sigh-Imaginary Sonicscape-Black Metal from Japan that's awesome. Sure, it's Black Metal, and it has the symphonic cliches, but it also has elements of psychedelia, electro, dub, jazz, and reggae. It's like Mr. Bungle if they did a Black Metal album, and it rules.
I've been listening to Dennis Miller's new radio show. It's very entertaining. He does not get in-depth into topics the way that a Rush or Boortz would and he always has 2 guests per hour. I think he's just trying to feel his way through the beginning here, not wanting to do too much monolouge stuff. But the jokes he gets off are classic and hilarious. He of course works in the world of the simile, and they come hard and fast, like a 10-cup-a-day coffee drinker working a gatling gun. I would put the url to his site, but my workplace computer is denying me access due to a filter. This filter is very hit and miss, as evidenced by my ability to post this blog entry right now. In fact it's probably watching my every keystroke....
Donald Trump is now selling steaks through the mail--kind of like the Omaha Steaks that you can order. In what is certain to be a very good deal, Trump will send you what he calls the greatest steaks in the world. Now, I--oh wait, I just saw the prices--hmm, $999 sounds reasonable for 16 steaks and 24 burgers. Or you can really save a lot of money and get the Classic Collection. The CC features 4 steaks and 12 burgers for $199. Forget Biggs, I'm going exclusively with Trump from now on to meet my meat needs.
George Lucas thinks that Spiderman 3 is "silly" Um, yeah, George, you did alright with those first 3 movies, but a lot of people agree that your next 3 attempts fell a little short. In fact one could make the case they appeal more to the grade school set than the adult world.
8:30 p.m.
• Oh for Christ’s sake. I heard about this a year or so ago during a local RIGHT-WING RADIO show, and now they’re actually going through with this.
6:30 p.m.
• Swift Terror talked about George Lucas calling “Spiderman 3” silly. I consider myself a Star Wars mark. I don’t care about all the books that took place after “Return of the Jedi.” I don’t care that Luke Skywalker ran a Jedi school while Leia popped out a few Solo babies. (I also have both volumes of that “Clone Wars” animated cartoon, and I like it.) Give me Episodes VI, V and VI. OK, you know what? I’ll even take Episodes I, II and III. Sure the prequels aren’t nearly as good as the pre-sequels, or whatever you call them, but it’s like voting for your political party even if you don’t care too much for the candidate or rooting for your hometown team no matter who is on the roster. It’s a blind loyalty for better or for worse, but before Lucas calls any of the Spiderman movies “silly,” he needs to look at himself in the mirror and ask...
E’ zOmE pEePlE gOiN’ DiE~!?
Actually, the two lines that make me cringe are “Jar-Jar, you in some big doo-doo this time,” and “I don’t care what plant you’re from, that’s gotta hurt.” (I probably don’t have them as exact quotes, but they’re close enough.)
And regarding the Spiderman movies. I’m not a comic book guy, but from my limited experiences with this industry, my four favorite characters are the Punisher, Batman, Sgt. Rock and Spiderman. And the Spidey movies have been solid. My only complaint has been that in the second film it seemed every other minute had some chick screaming at the top of their lungs, which got annoying quick. Hey, it’s a guy with metal arms. AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE! Look, some train is going to crash into a dead end. AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE! Uh oh, there’s a big ball of energy coming from that abandoned building down by the river. AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE! But this inconvenience was more than made up for with J. Jonah Jameson (being a journalism student I really appreciate this character), Bruce Campbell (again) and that brief homage to Director Sam Rami’s “Evildead” days in the operating room.
11 a.m.
• Pirates 0, Cubs 1
:lol: :lol:
What, you're expecting some sort of commentary like other people here do? I'm surprised they are only four games below .500; it's a shame that my one friend from Ohio may be visiting this summer, thus forcing me to possibly head over to PNC Park. The things I do for some people.
So I was having dinner at my wife's parents and her twin sister was there, the one who is a lawyer who works for the Ohio Supreme Court. For some unknown reason, my wife made a comment about global warming, not a political for-or-against comment, but a flippant comment about it hopefully being warm when we go to Cape May, NJ in June. Well, this started a mild shitstorm between her parents and her sister. Her sister believes Al Gore, the whole deal, a true believer. Her parents are evil conservatives, listen to Rush, and generally don't like Al Gore. I wanted to speak up during their debate, but I just didn't want to argue with Lora, she's a nice person. I know, I made a mistake. Just misinformed, thanks to the media. It isn't her fault. With few exceptions (the NYT did in fact run an article weeks ago about the mistakes in Al Gore's film), the mainstream media treats Al Gore's version of global warming--at least the man'made part--as gospel. And the only place you consistently get news of scientists who are debating this stuff is through Conservative outlets--and I know damn well she doesn't listen/read any of these (she really went off on Rush and Bill O'Reilly at one point). And it didn't help that her parents were not exactly doing a thorough job of presenting the other side. Oh well, next time I'll try and speak up, hopefully she'll respect my opinion.
A Cincinnati restaurant owner, Jeff Ruby, told O.J. Simpson to get out of his place in Louisville during the kentucky Derby weekend. Ruby's steakhouse in Cincinnati, The Precinct, is first-class, the absolute best meat you will ever put in your mouth. Simpson's lawyer is calling Ruby a racist and is sueing him. The case kind of falls apart, because of a couple things:
1. Michael Jordan was seated at the table shortly after Simpson left.
2. Ruby has pictures of himself...with O.J. at his restaurants in Cincinnati back in the day, before the Juice offed two people. O.J. was smiling.
9:30 p.m.
• This might be fun. How do I compare with the rest of the world in terms of technology use and acceptance?
I’m sure the “creatively” part could be up for debate, but due to what you’re reading now I guess I’m one of these.
I annoy people on AIM and use e-mail for work a lot, but I'd still put me in the group above over this one.
I guess, but I don't visit TSM as a job necessity. Well, I go on TSM during work hours, but I do so for different reasons.
Hmm, I guess it depends on your definition of “thrilled.” I like e-mail, AIM and the Internet in general. However, I don’t wank to the newest edition of Instant Messenger. I also have no use for text messaging and don’t own an iPod. Guess I'm an Omnivore.
Sadly, I think I may be falling into my niche due to the fact I think texting is retarded. I also don’t have a cell phone. Nobody calls me on my land-line phone, so why should I bother with another way for people I don’t want to talk to bother me? I can’t wait to see what comes down the pipeline in the years ahead, just so I can bitch and moan while saying, “Back in my day we only had cable high-speed connections … and we liked it!”
6:30 p.m.
• So there I was Sunday morning with ESPN’s “Sports Reporters” on as background noise when I heard one putz (Mitch Albom) complain about the Detroit Red Wings having to play in the Western Conference, thus making their playoff games come on late at night. As long as I can remember, the Wings have been a “Western Conference” team. Back when I was growing up they shared a division (Norris?) with teams from Chicago, St. Louis and Minnesota. So let’s see who they share a division with now.
Central Division: Nashville, St. Louis, Columbus, Chicago.
Hmm, fair enough. But why are they in the WESTERN Conference? After all, Mitch said that Detroit is a more eastern/central city. Well, let’s see how many teams are to the east of Motown in the NHL’s Eastern Conference.
New Jersey -- East
Shittsburgh -- East
New York -- East
Philadelphia -- East
Buffalo – East
Ottawa – East
Montreal – East
Toronto – East
Boston – East
Atlanta – East
Tampa Bay – East
Carolina – East
Florida – East
Washington, DC – East
Yeah, I don’t know why the Red Wings play in the West. No clue at all.
Ohio has followed in the "progressive" footsteps of other parts of the country and has completely banned indoor smoking. This includes such niche establishments as cigar bars. That's right, a place that is deliberating catering to smokers now has to ban it and put up a silly little sign that says No Smoking and has a hotline phone number on the sign to call to report violators. Yes, the narcissistic ninnies have made sure that whiners and tattle-tales can call a number to tell on smokers. Like running to mommy to tell on your classmate for doing something wrong. There was a case where a useless ninny called to complain about "Anthony's", a local cigar bar. This person, when queried, had never been to Anthony's and has no intention of ever going, she just heard that people were still smoking cigars there even though the ban had just gone into affect (or effect?) that day.
Thankfully, the ban so far does not include plays being performed at the Aronoff Center, plays which include the character's smoking on stage. They did have signs at every entrance explaining that there will be lit cigarettes used during the production. But fear not, I do not doubt for one second that this too will eventually be banned, as it is in New York City for Broadway plays.
I've noticed that the FOX show "Drive" hasn't been on in a few weeks. Maybe it's been cancelled or just put a hiatus. It's not that great, but I mark out for a 1970 Dodge Challenger with a Hemi 426 being featured in a primetime network show.
7:45 p.m.
• So I wasn’t feeling too inspired to write anything, seeing how I just spent 90 minutes out in the yard uprooting some shit. Jesus Christ, large roots are the suq. Anyway, I went over to the other place and found the following story. Leave it up to good ol’ Jesse Jackson and his poverty pimp posse to give me today’s installment of OMG BASEBALL IS A WHITE MAN’S GAME (except for all those Hispanics)~!
Hey, I got an idea. How about Rainbow PUSH open up its own scouting firm so they can show to those cracker general managers what they’re missing by not putting their resources to searching the ghetto for the next baseball great rather than, oh, I dunno, the Latin American market?
• Big Travel worse than Big Tobacco?
Wouldn’t “binge flying” be those Hollywood types hopping on private jets on a whim to zip from their 50,000 square-foot residence to their vacation home in Europe?
• I never liked Mickey Mouse, but his Muslim brother were around when I was a kid, I might have joined his club.
Awesome.
-Well, the Queen visited thw Whitehouse today, and things went well from what I've heard. Right now, I'm pretty pissed off at Bush, but I'll leave that for another post.
-I haven't seen "Spiderman 3", but from what I've heard, I didn't miss much. Shrek the 3rd comes out next week, and to be honest with you, I don't care. I'm just doing what I can to not buy products with Shrek on them. I swear to God, the last one sponsered so many products that I'm suprised Shrek and Donkey didn't start shilling Maxipads.
"Wow Donkey, these new Maxipads work better than the old ones! They're so absorbent!"
"Yeah Shrek, I haven't felt this fresh in a long time!"
Anyways, it made about $148 Million in the U.S. over the weekend. At least I have "28 Weeks Later" on Friday.
-Lately, I've been hearing about a bunch of Christians who feel threatened by notable Athiests, thinking that the likes of Richard Dawkins will try to convert their children. You know folks, I'm not an Athiest or Agnostic, but I'm sick of hearing these fundies cry over this shit. Seriously, why should anybody care whether or not somebody believes in God? I don't give a flying fuck if somebody's an Athiest, its not affecting me, and its not affectecting anybody else. Yet Kirk Cameron (remember him?) and his pals are feeling threatened. Get over it, none of these guys want to convert you into Atheism. Just because Christopher Hitchens (who's a Bush supporter from what I've heard) doesn't believe in God and writes a book that tells you why does not mean that he's trying to turn you into an Athiest.
Also, there was a Death Metal band named Athiest who were actually pretty good, and I normally can't stand Death Metal.
8:45 p.m.
• Speaking of road rage (see 4 p.m. entry), I forgot about this little gem of a story from last week. As I was driving on the Parkway West this guy in some silver car was tailgating me. Seeing how I was in the right lane and going 10 mph over the speed limit, I did what I always do in this situation. I put on the brakes. Once we went through these nearby tunnels, this guy decided to pass me, and pass me he did. He passed me so fast you could hear the “vroom vroom” as he began his passage. Boy did he sure pass me. However, the red pickup truck in front of me wasn’t aware of the other guy’s passing, and when the red truck decided to go into the lane the “vroom” guy was passing me up on, a whole bunch of hilarity ensued. They were literally inches away from getting into a rather serious accident. I would have loved to have been a witness at this accident. “Yes, officer, I saw it all. The guy in the gray car was gong well over the speed limit to pass me up almost ran into the driver in the red truck who didn’t put on his turn signal as he switched lanes.”
• So rooting against Barry Bonds is RACIST? Only from an ESPN poll.
Do I hate Barry Bonds? You bet. Did he use roids? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not. My favorite part of this whole story is Hank Aaron not caring one bit about Bonds’ homer chase. I’m sure the same black people who don’t believe Bonds took roids are probably the same ones who think the LAPD set up O.J. Simpson when his ex-wife died at the hands of some Puerto Rican guy.
4 p.m.
• Well this was interesting. I was driving home from work this afternoon when I encountered an … interesting road rage moment. In order to get onto the Parkway West inbound – the first leg of my weekday journey home – I have to first merge onto this stretch of interstate. Now my rule on letting people merge into my lane may seem cruel, but it’s for the greater good. If there is no room for you to merge, you wait until there’s an opening. I’m not slowing down at risk of getting rear-ended by someone going twice the speed limit just so you can shave 30 seconds off your commute. “But kkk,” you may ask, “you just said you were waiting to merge, not the other way around.” True. And I try to practice what I preach. If there is no opening for me, I’ll wait. As I was waiting an opening presented itself, which I began to speed up for. However, at that time an aqua sports car zoomed out of one lane into the lane I was about to get into. No problem, I thought, I’ll just go in my merging lane and wait for this idiot to pass me, at which time I’ll get on the interstate behind him. I did this. This person got to continue driving way over the 55 mph speed limit, I got to safely merge onto the parkway, and I didn’t get to cause any OUTRAGE with someone who would have claimed I had cut her off. Fine and dandy for all.
Or so I thought.
As the bitch passed me and I got in the lane right behind her, she flipped me off. Wha-wha-what? Now normally this is the time where I fight back, but I let this one slide. I must have let this go because of the weather. Clear skies, no humidity, plenty of sun. Oh if it could only be like this all the time.
6:45 p.m.
• OK, so the out-of-control niece-in-law is leaving her grandmother’s crib because … well, I don’t know exactly why. She doesn’t pay rent. Doesn’t pay bills. Doesn’t do laundry. Doesn’t cook. Oh, I remember. Wait a minute, no I don’t. She’s getting a two-bedroom apartment with some other late teen/early 20ish chick who already has two kids from two different daddies. This will end nicely, and I can’t wait.
But the story gets better. My crack-whore sister-in-law? The one who squirted out the out-of-control niece 20 years ago? Well, she just won her Social Security Disability case, so now not only will she be getting a steady paycheck, but also she’ll be receiving back “pay” from when she began applying several years ago. How much is she getting, you ask.
$40,000.
That’s right. FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS.
This doesn’t surprise me. Seriously, what’s the point in trying to get ahead in life when all you have to do is get drunk every night and get addicted to any kind of drug that can be smoked, swallowed or injected? Whenever I hear liberals whine about spending cuts that “hurt the poor,” I say “good.” Remember, when you start to feel bad about EEEEEVIL Republicans wanting to take food from the mouths of innocent children and single mothers, think about my crack-whore sister-in-law and about how she “earned” $40k just for contracting hepatitis through dirty heroin needles. Yep, that’s where your tax money is going – not down the drain, but rather into her vein.
What clinched her disability was a liver biopsy which showed that on a scale from 1 to 4, with 1 being the most critical liver state and 4 being a healthy liver, she scored a 1. So instead of perusing the classifieds trying to get another job that pays a bit more than your current place of employment, instead of going back to school to get an advanced degree in hopes of landing a better-paying job, just go to the nearest crack house and fuck your body up beyond belief through your own irresponsible choices. Only then will you get to live the American dream – sitting at home with free health care and a steady paycheck.
This past week has to be the most bizarre week I can remember in my sports lifetime. The Golden State Warriors upset of the Dallas Mavericks has made the Warriors the most talked about story by the national sports media, well until fat fuck Clemens signed with the Yankees today. Since I've been watching sports for the last 20+ years the only time the Warriors were ever the national conscious was when Latrell Sprewell choked P.J. Carlesimo almost 10 years ago. I have said in the past though that if the Warriors ever made a serious playof run that the Bay Area would go apeshit over it like nothing else and the crowds at The Oracle for those three games proved it. You have split fan bases in baseball and football, the Sharks have a nice hardcore base but hockey simply doesn't interest the moderate sports fan in the Bay Area, and pretty much only alumns get truly excited about Stanford and Cal sports. Hell the Warriors now even have bandwagon celebrity fans. It will be interesting to see if in the next round though as more bandwagon fans gobble up tickets if the crowds will be as insane as they were for the Dallas series. It's just crazy to think that if the Clippers don't lay an egg against the Kings at home on April 15th none of this might have happened.
Now of course the Mavericks became the 3rd #1 conference seed to lose in the first round to a #8 seed and only the 2nd overall #1 to lose in the first round since the NBA expanded the playoffs to 16 teams in 1984, joining the '94 Sonics. What's interesting it was only the 3rd time since '84 that the #1 overall didn't reach the conference the finals, the other being the '90 Lakers who were bounced by the Suns in the West semis that year. The Mavs are now part of trend where six of the last seven teams who had homecourt assured through out the playoffs has failed to make it to the NBA Finals. Before then 13 of the 17 overall #1's made it to the Finals, with 10 winning it all.
Now here is the random list with how each team who had homecourt assured through out the playoffs faired each year since 1984.
1984: Boston Celtics 62-20
-def. Lakers in NBA Finals 4-3
1985: Boston Celtics 63-19
-lost to Lakers in NBA Finals 4-2
1986: Boston Celtics 67-15
-def. Rockets in NBA Finals 4-2
1987: Los Angeles Lakers 65-17
-def. Celtics in NBA Finals 4-2
1988: Los Angeles Lakers 62-20
-def. Pistons in NBA Finals 4-3
1989: Detroit Pistons 63-19
-def. Lakers in NBA Finals 4-0
1990: Los Angeles Lakers 63-19
-lost to Suns in West Semis 4-1
1991: Portland Trail Blazers 63-19
-lost to Lakers in West Finals 4-2
1992: Chicago Bulls 67-15
-def. Blazers in NBA Finals 4-2
1993: Phoenix Suns 62-20
-lost to Bulls in NBA Finals 4-2
1994: Seattle Supersonics 63-19
-lost to Nuggets in First Round 3-2
1995: San Antonio Spurs 62-20
-lost to Rockets in West Finals 4-2
1996: Chicago Bulls 72-10
-def. Sonics in NBA Finals 4-2
1997: Chicago Bulls 69-13
-def. Jazz in NBA Finals 4-2
1998: Utah Jazz 62-20
-lost to Bulls in NBA Finals 4-2
1999: San Antonio Spurs 37-13
-def. Knicks in NBA Finals 4-1
2000: Los Angeles Lakers 67-15
-def. Pacers in NBA Finals 4-2
2001: San Antonio Spurs 58-24
-lost to Lakers in West Finals 4-0
2002: Sacramento Kings 61-21
-lost to Lakers in West Finals 4-3
2003: San Antonio Spurs 60-22
-def. Nets in NBA Finals 4-2
2004: Indiana Pacers 61-21
-lost to Pistons in East Finals 4-2
2005: Phoenix Suns 62-20
-lost to Spurs in West Finals 4-1
2006: Detroit Pistons 64-18
-lost to Heat in East Finals 4-2
2007: Dallas Mavericks 67-15
-lost to Warriors in First Round 4-2
6 p.m.
• Well, this headline sums it all up quite nicely.
Don't blame me. I won't be voting for your wife.
12:30 p.m.
• So the better half was cleaning the kids drinking fountain when a piece that she removed wouldn't fit back properly. She got mad and went to get a hammer to put the piece back in place. She's now at the pet store getting another water fountain. I'm shocked.
• In my redneck of the woods, there’s a ballot initiative in a few weeks about whether to support the local public library or to take a TAX CUT FOR THE RICH SO WE CAN ALL GET NEW RIMS FOR OUR PORCHES.
Yeah, I’ll be sure to vote “No” in this election (A “No” vote means the tax stays in place)… NOT!
Way to effectively manage this public institution, shitheads. If you wouldn’t have moved the library out of the town it was supposed to serve, you wouldn’t be shitting bricks about us yokels with our pitchforks and torches wanting to kick your collective asses to the curb. I got this multi-color brochure in the mail yesterday begging me to support the library, and in it was some testimonials which were funny as hell.
“The Library is the best thing that happened to North Huntingdon since I moved here 30 years ago.” Vicki Rose.
What the fuck? After 30 years of development, the best thing to come to this place is a LIBRARY?! Screw that grocery store, screw the new businesses that sprang up. Screw the new houses and roads. It’s the LIBRARY that keeps my town together. Here’s another one.
“I’m 80 years old. I don’t own a computer. Last year I attended classes at the Nborwin Public Library and learned to use a computer and the Internet. WOW!” Meccy Grapes.
So not only are my taxes going to fund your Social Security, prescription drugs and free mass transit passes, but also I’m now paying for you to download porn? Kiss my ass, granny.
“The library offers the gift of access to all of us. This is its true value.” Dana Krydick, Library Consultant.
Well no shit you would say this. And this “gift of access” is for those too cheap to spring for their own computer and Internet access. I would say “poor” along with “cheap,” but since you people moved from a more residential location to a more business-concentrated area, if someone can afford to drive a car to play around with the Internet then they can afford a computer/internet connection of their own. And if they can’t afford this minor expense, they can use that time they’re spending on-line to get a job.
Yeah, I know I’m a terrible human being, but it’s fun being an asshole to the poor, children, elderly and minorities. Sadly, we haven’t been invaded with ghetto folk from Shittsburgh (that’s probably about 20-30 years down the line), but I can disenfranchise three out of four oppressed groups, and that ain’t bad. Besides, if an AARP activist is for repealing this tax, and the AARP is going to turn out for this vote in lockstep, then it really doesn’t matter how I vote.
02.) Vanilla Fudge-The Beat Goes On
The award winner for the most pretentious album of all time, this is an album made up of covers (Vanilla Fudge were largely a covers band) of the Beatles, Sunny and Cher, Mozart, and others. There aren't any real songs on it, as it's pretty much an album made up largely of various versions of "The Beat Goes On", as we hear world leaders (yeah, the love ins are just dying out here) telling of the bomb dropping, and other such things. Bummer. Oh, and it also has interview excerpts of the band talking about how disheartening and cold the industry is. Well, they agreed to release this (and Having Fun With Elvis on Stage). Oh, and it has and readings from the Bible and JFK and Hitler and bad prog rock noodling and-the list goes on. This is the most over indulgent, self important piece of shit ever recorded. Really, listen to it, then see if you disagree with me. It takes the song "The Beat Goes On", and tries to trace it to the history of Western Civilization.
01.) VA-Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart's Club Band OST
This album is proof of everything that is evil about the record industry, and is the worst album of all time. First, the backstory: You Know of the Beatles album. Hell, I'm sure you own it. Well, the man that gave you "Saturday Night Fever" and "Grease" (I always hated those movies) decided that the album would be a great movie. So he cast The Bee-Gees, Peter Frampton, Steve Martin (why Steve), George Burns, Jeff Beck, Aerosmith, and Alice Cooper. That's right, one of the greatest albums ever recorded was turned into a failed marketing attempt. The end result is largely considered to be the worst album ever recorded, and for good reason. It also destroyed the careers of the Bee-Gees, Frampton, Earth Wind and Fire,and almost destroyed Jeff Beck Alice Cooper's. The album got released, and got so many returns and complaints, that the industry actually asked RCA for their certificate back. The rest is history.
And that is the end of it. Hope you liked the countdown. Here's a recap to end it all
50.) The new Insane Clown Posse Album. (include because Carnival hates it so much)
49.) Boston-Corporate America
48.) Coil-Constant shallowness Leads To Evil
47.) Neil Young-Landing on Water
46.) Hammer-The Funky Headhunter
45.) The Rolling Stones-Dirty Work
44.) Pink Floyd-The Final Cut
43.) A Perfect Circle-eMotive
42.) Roger Waters-Radio K.A.O.S.
41.) Current 93-Aryan Aquarians
40.) Rage Against The Machine-Renegades
39.) Yes-Big Generator
38.) Frank Sinatra-Trilogy
37.) Public Enemy-Muse Sick-N-Hour-Mess Age
36.) Stone Roses-Second Coming
35.) Emerson, Lake, and Palmer-Love Beach
34.) Cabaret Voltaire-Groovy, Laid Back, and Nasty
33.) Can-Saw Delight
32.) Burzum-Daudi Baldrs
31.) Ministry-Filth Pig
30.) The Happy Mondays-Yes, Please
29.) Death in June-All Pigs Must Die
28.) Prince-The Rainbow Children
27.) Kiss-Music for the Elder
26.) Foetus Symphony Orchestra-York
25.) Michael Jackson-HIStory
24.) Madonna-American Life
23.) Kevin Federline-Playing With Fire (because no list of worst albums would be complete without it)
22.) Vanilla Ice-Hard to Swallow
21.) Eminem-Encore
20.) Tin Machine-Tin Machine
19.)The Heads-No Talking, Just Head
18.) Slayer-Diabolus in Musica
17.) DJ Shadow-The Outsider
16.) Black Sabbath-Never Say Die!
15.) Black Sabbath-Forbidden
14.) Judas Priest-Turbo
13.) Van Halen-Van Halen III
12.) Depeche Mode-Songs of Faith and Devotion Live
11.) Genesis-Calling All Stations
10.) Butthole Surfers-The Weird Revolution
09.) The Clash-Cut the Crap
08.) Aerosmith-Rock in a Hard Place
07.) Elvis Presley-Having Fun on Stage
06.) Mick Jagger-She's the Boss
05.) Chunky A-Large and In Charge
04.) Metallica-St. Anger
03.) Pink Floyd-A Momentary Lapse in Reason
02.) Vanilla Fudge-The Beat Goes On
01.) VA-Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart's Club Band OST
kkk's Top 103 Posters
Number 27: Porter
Aside from being a fixture in the always-competitive AFC West Division of my kkk Bowl league, Porter has been more than accommodating on AIM whenever I’ve had a question (or seven) about MVP Baseball 2005. And believe me, I’ve taken advantage of this resource available to me. But I’m not the only poster he tries to help out – he’s been a spokesperson for the then-suspended-now-banned-Damaramu. I also agree with him regarding Bob Ryan looking out of place on “Around the Horn.” I remember him as a fixture on the Sports Reporters (not sure how often he is on there nowadays), and when he doesn’t appear bored on ATH, he doesn’t look all that thrilled about being on the panel.
And now a word or two from the expert panel I've assembled to comment on the people I've listed.
From Cancer Marney:
From SFA Jack:
2 p.m.
• Oh the joys of carpooling. There are a number of times when I have to stay late to pick up the better half from her job. OK. I stayed 90 minutes late yesterday because one of her crazy people came in late (big surprise) for an interview. Because of this we are leaving early today from our jobs. Did I say we are leaving early? I meant I'm waiting for her to return my "time to leave" call. Christ, I'm so checked out of the door right now it's not funny. I've been calling her voice mail for non-stop for the last 15 minutes leaving messages. I've never done the "psycho spouse calling every 10 seconds" routine before, but I figured I might as well see how fast I can type this entry while dialing her work number and leaving messages. I was able to do three while typing.
1:30 p.m.
• Remember all that stuff I said about number-eight seeds beating number-one seeds in the NBA playoffs a while back?
Nevermind.
Remember my NBA Playoff predictions from a while back?
Nevermind.
Wow. Just wow. And fittingly, like any Don Nelson Golden State team, this one as well won’t make it out of the second round. Why do I have a feeling I’ll be referencing this thread a week or two from now?
• Well the Republican Presidential hopefuls debated last night. Don’t care. Didn’t watch it. Why waste my time listening to a bunch of crap that the Party had a chance to do for the last dozen years? It doesn’t matter who gets nominated, I’ll be voting for them against Hitlery or Barack Osama.
• So the U.S. is electing commies and the Frenchies are electing conservatives?
I know nothing about what’s going on over there, but I’m sure “right-wing” over in France means, “We only want to tax you at 85 percent instead of 90 percent.” Either way, if this guy wins there have been threats of rioting. Oh that should be fun. Unless they are Muslims, I don’t see any of these unruly Europeans rioting for longer than six hours per workday. That is unless the topic du jour involves soccer [or football for those across the Pond].
• I kept my mouth shut about that Cardinals pitcher who crashed into a tow truck a week or so ago because I wanted to see if he was shit-faced or not. Now I know.
Fuck him. Congrats, ESPN, for having a special edition of "Baseball Tonight" for this shithead who could have killed someone besides himself. I don't care what his ERA is or how many wins and championships he has racked up. Thank God he only offed himself.
• Poor Kobe Bryant. First he didn’t like sharing the ball with a future hall of famer, and now he wants a better supporting cast.
I used to be a Kobe fan (well maybe not a fan, but I had no problem with him) back when he played alongside Shaq, but when this duo split up the line was drawn in the sand: you were either with O’Neal or Bryant. I chose the former. Don’t know why. Maybe it’s because Shaqueille has made several thuggish ruggish rap albums. Yeah, that’s got to be it. In honor of this, I got Shaq Diesel playing now.
I’ll treat you like Spielberg/you get Jur-ass kicked in the park.
Yes, it’s going to be one of these entries.
I don’t get why anyone wouldn’t be able to work with a teammate that could win championship ring after championship ring. Then again, I’m not a pro athlete so what do I know about the pressures of making millions of dollars for playing basketball? If I had to share a locker shower room with O’Neal, I’d probably be pissed off, too. And for the record, I don't think Kobe raped that Colorado chick. But it serves him right for fucking around with those white girls.
My Ford Explorer boomin' with the clumped-up funk,
all you jealous punks can't stop my dunks,
they're brand new like Heavy,
built like Chevy, Impala,
but Shaq's a smooth balla,
(yeah, but what about rhymin?)
I can hold my own,
knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone.
Not even...
About to get busy like Gomer Pyle
...can compete with that one.
• Hey, W. might use the ol’ veto pen again.
I said it before and I’ll say it again. Fuck hate crimes. If some black guy calls me a no-good cracker while jacking me for my scrillia scratch, I want him to get the same punishment as he wouldn’t have said anything. Of course, I’d want the person to be hung from a tree. Wait a second, that might appear RACIST. How about hanging from a telephone pole? Yeah, that’ll work.
• Woah woah woah.
Five years. $40 million. Don Imus would have made EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS A YEAR?!
• Why in the bloody hell is this even a story?
OK, the last part here is worth the newsprint/bandwidth.
05.) Chunky A-Large and In Charge
What's the worst hip-hop album ever recorded? Why, it's Large and In charge, which is also the worst comedy album of all time. First, some backstory: Chunky A was actually Arsenio Hall, playing his overweight brother, who decided to cut this album. The result: The so bad it will make you want to kill yourself "Aaaaww!", bad parodies ("She Drives me Crazy" becomes "The Ho is Lazy." Weird Al he isn't), and "Dope: The Big Lie", which is the funniest anti-drug song ever recorded, simply because it is the one song on the album that tries to make a serious statement. Oh, and Ice-T and KRS-One appear on it (I'm suprised KRS is able to live this down) This OOP, and if you ever do find it, don't bother. It's so bad it doesn't even warrent a curiosity buy.
04.) Metallica-St. Anger
A five year wait that wasn't worth it, St. Anger was intended to be not only the return of Metallica after Load (which while not perfect, is far from one of the worst albums ever recorded) and Reload (a bad album with a few good moments), but also the return of their older sound. That never happened. What we got instead was bad singing ("KILL! KILL! KILL!"), bad lyrics ("My Lifestyle determines my Deathstyle"), hardly any guitar solos, the song "Invisible Kid", self help lyrics, drums that sound like tin cans, and no idea what made Metallica what they are (or were) in the first place. If you ever wanted to know what a band taking a huge shit on their fans sounds like, here you go.
03.) Pink Floyd-A Momentary Lapse in Reason
When Roger Waters left Pink Floyd, fans wondered if the band would ever do another album again. That happened-it just wasn't what most wanted. While it says it's a Pink Floyd album, it's basically a David Gilmour solo album. Sure, it has his trademark guitar work, but it also has bad attempts at Talking Heads like funk, songs that sound too much like Dave wants them to be a part of The Wall ("Sorrow"), really dated pieces of radio friendly bullshit ("Learning to Fly"), bad attempts to capture the past ("Signs of Life"), and meandering songs that go nowhere-which is where the whole album goes. It's the worst Pink Floyd album, and though it sold a whole lot of copies, it's not much an album as much as it is a disaster.
