December 4, 2006
30 in 30: Mom
On my mom's birthday, a few stories about the time she beat me with a garden hose. I'M STILL NOT SORRY, MOM!
Please note that the odds are now 10 to 1 against that I'll actually stay on schedule and complete this entire project as envisioned.
Pardon Me Stewardess, I Speak Philadelphian
Watching Eagles/Panthers on MNF. The announcers just mentioned a poll where 75 percent of Philadelphians said they'd rather have A.J. Feeley at QB over Jeff Garcia. (It was an online poll of about 1,000 people.) They're speculating it's because Feeley did a good job for the Eagles a few years ago.
The real reason: the kinds of Philadelphia fans who spend time voting in online polls are the same fans who think Jeff Garcia is gay. They don't want a gay guy on the team. I would bet a kidney this is the real meaning of the poll.
Not my kidney, but someone's kidney.
Rematch
Florida vs. Ohio State in the college football championship game, because apparently poll voters didn't want to see a Michigan-Ohio State rematch.
But rematches are awesome! Consider:
- The Rebellion, on the road, defeats the Empire in a huge last-second upset with some timely perimeter shooting. The Empire goes on the road for the rematch and soundly defeats the Rebellion with a neutral zone trap, setting the stage for an epic rubber match at the home opener of the Empire's swanky new taxpayer-funded stadium. The Rebellion wins when Darth Vader, in the pocket of bookies, throws the game.
- After a heartbreaking defeat in World War I, Germany is crippled by salary cap issues and goes into a "rebuilding phase." After several decades of losing, they come out strong in 1938 with a high-powered, Indianapolis Colts-like offense with big-play capability on the ground or in the air. The European conference championship is theirs, but their Colts-like playoff woes haunt them as the United States, in an epic World War rematch, once again uses superior clock management and sound fundamentals to overcome the razzle-dazzle. People in bars and at watercoolers everywhere ask if this should be called a U.S. "dynasty."
- In February 2006, I lose to my girlfriend in Scrabble for the first time. Foolishly granting an immediate rematch, she learns the folly of her ways as I score three triple word scores and two 50-point 7-tile bonuses in an astonishing 350-154 thrashing that restores the fundamental order of the universe and is in no way tainted by her obviously fradulent allegations that I was hiding the Z, Q, X and J tiles in my shoe. They just fell in there. Is that my fault?
While a playoff might be nice for college football, using computer-generated rankings opens the door to an exciting movie where Carnegie Mellon computer science students, as a prank, hack the BCS system and arrange for the Division III Tartans to take on the Buckeyes in the title game. They then defeat the overconfident Ohio St. with a combination of moxy, flubber, and remarkably humanistic androids built as part of a research grant from the Pentagon. I call it "Revenge of the Nerds V."
We Are Not A Muse
Here's Wikipedia's list (it must be accurate, it's on the Internet!) of the Greek Muses: Calliope (Chief of the muses and muse of epic song); Euterpe (muse of lyric song); Clio (muse of history); Erato (muse of erotic poetry); Melpomene (muse of tragedy); Polyhymnia (muse of sacred song); Terpsichore (muse of dance); Thalia (muse of comedy and bucolic poetry); Urania (muse of astronomy).
There has to be jurisdictional issues. Dirty limericks: Thalia or Erato? Junior high school dances: Terpsichore or Melpomene?




August 2009: Jefferson.
Fall 2009: comic interviews on the podcast. 

