Sunday, September 30, 2007
Last of the Blog
So, I'm not really keeping this up anymore so I'm alerting my two readers that this blog will be going down just as soon as I figure out how to delete it:).
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
The Joys of Kickball
So I joined a kickball league. I joined this league many weeks ago and can't remember if I've told any of you about this but I'll just repeat: I joined a kickball league.
Why did I join this league? For various reasons. I know the captain of the team and he was worried he wouldn't have enough players so he emailed me one night asking that I join right away (that night) or else I'd miss the deadline. Under duress and feeling bad he wouldn't have enough players I did. The other was that I thought it would be an opportunity to meet new people. And I also got a free t-shirt.
With those reasons out of the way we had our first scrimmage a week ago and I was too lazy to blog about it at the time but it was fun and I did meet new people and I also helped our captain narrowly avoid stepping on a used needle in the park. You read that right; He almost stepped on a used needle. In a park. In L.A. Go figure.
I hadn't played kickball since, like, eighth grade and it wasn't as easy as I'd remembered. Then again, I didn't have a P.E. coach gently rolling the balls straight at me. These people take their kickball seriously. There are rules and people skinning their knees and cleats. A good portion of players have bought cleats! Those are the people who play year after year I'm guessing. I will not be one of those people so I see no need to buy cleats.
Our team is doing well thus far, right now we're 1-0, and it feels good to be undefeated. I got to kick once, and while I kicked well it was caught in the outfield, so right now I suck at kicking. I never had to catch a ball, so I never missed a ball, so right now I'm awesome in that regard. But I do have something to show for my effort: the front of my ankle is swollen and if I'm lucky it'll turn blue or even purple! There's nothing like an injury to show how hard you tried to kick it. Or the fact that you almost completely missed the ball when it bounced and it connected with your ankle instead of your foot. Either way sports injuries are cool.
Why did I join this league? For various reasons. I know the captain of the team and he was worried he wouldn't have enough players so he emailed me one night asking that I join right away (that night) or else I'd miss the deadline. Under duress and feeling bad he wouldn't have enough players I did. The other was that I thought it would be an opportunity to meet new people. And I also got a free t-shirt.
With those reasons out of the way we had our first scrimmage a week ago and I was too lazy to blog about it at the time but it was fun and I did meet new people and I also helped our captain narrowly avoid stepping on a used needle in the park. You read that right; He almost stepped on a used needle. In a park. In L.A. Go figure.
I hadn't played kickball since, like, eighth grade and it wasn't as easy as I'd remembered. Then again, I didn't have a P.E. coach gently rolling the balls straight at me. These people take their kickball seriously. There are rules and people skinning their knees and cleats. A good portion of players have bought cleats! Those are the people who play year after year I'm guessing. I will not be one of those people so I see no need to buy cleats.
Our team is doing well thus far, right now we're 1-0, and it feels good to be undefeated. I got to kick once, and while I kicked well it was caught in the outfield, so right now I suck at kicking. I never had to catch a ball, so I never missed a ball, so right now I'm awesome in that regard. But I do have something to show for my effort: the front of my ankle is swollen and if I'm lucky it'll turn blue or even purple! There's nothing like an injury to show how hard you tried to kick it. Or the fact that you almost completely missed the ball when it bounced and it connected with your ankle instead of your foot. Either way sports injuries are cool.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Video of the Day: Korean Baseball Fight
And I use the term "fight" loosely, because seriously, what the hell kind of goddamn fight is this?
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Movie Review: Hatchet
What can I say? I enjoyed it. Hands down one of the funnest horror films in a while and I actually jumped a few times (accompanied by that ever present LOUD GUITAR RIFT) and found myself laughing at the silliness.
It's not a perfect horror film by any means, but it's a cheap, independent film with great production value that actually looks like a professional film crew was involved, and not the director's brother and best friends with a digital camera.
The premise is simple enough: Two college buddies in New Orleans for Mardi Gras go on a haunted swap tour only to get stranded in "forbidden" territory by their con artist tour guide and have their hapless group picked off one by one by local legend Victor Crowley, a severely deformed, severely angry human mutant with daddy issues. Not that his daddy beat him or anything, quite the opposite, his daddy loved him dearly and died of a "broken heart" when he'd thought he'd killed his little ray of deformed sunshine on accident and thus Victor has been on a killing spree ever since...for no apparent reason.
It's all part of the fun I assure you. There are boobs for the boys, and gore for everyone else, including some unique killing scenes, one involving a sander, but for the most part Victor relies on his bare hands to get the dirty jobs done. There's a lot of humor (some unintentional) and I was happy to see the black guy not be the first one picked off (that honor went to the Jesus freaks in the film).
If you're looking to kill an hour and a half, it's not a bad option.
It's not a perfect horror film by any means, but it's a cheap, independent film with great production value that actually looks like a professional film crew was involved, and not the director's brother and best friends with a digital camera.
The premise is simple enough: Two college buddies in New Orleans for Mardi Gras go on a haunted swap tour only to get stranded in "forbidden" territory by their con artist tour guide and have their hapless group picked off one by one by local legend Victor Crowley, a severely deformed, severely angry human mutant with daddy issues. Not that his daddy beat him or anything, quite the opposite, his daddy loved him dearly and died of a "broken heart" when he'd thought he'd killed his little ray of deformed sunshine on accident and thus Victor has been on a killing spree ever since...for no apparent reason.
It's all part of the fun I assure you. There are boobs for the boys, and gore for everyone else, including some unique killing scenes, one involving a sander, but for the most part Victor relies on his bare hands to get the dirty jobs done. There's a lot of humor (some unintentional) and I was happy to see the black guy not be the first one picked off (that honor went to the Jesus freaks in the film).
If you're looking to kill an hour and a half, it's not a bad option.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
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