Ah, 100 degree heat index, you gotta love that.
Mowed the lawn Friday afternoon, super hot. 2 big bottles of Gatorade hot. But first I went and bought a new putter. It's a Odyssey White Hot belly putter. Took it out to the range and it really did make a difference. It's very easy to get your putts on line that way. I struggled a little with distance control however but that will come before too long I think.
Saturday I played in a charity golf tournament to benefit the Epilepsy Foundation of Southern Wisconsin. It was a scramble and was paired with a co-worker, another consultant and his wife. As I thought, I putted well but struggled with the distance control. I left a few putts right on the lip, just didn't hit them quite hard enough, but the line was great.
The driver was really working though. I think I may have hit the best 3 drives of my life. On number 11, a 315 yard par 4 I drove it 290 right up to the green and in the middle of the fairway. Easily my best on that hole. Of course, of the 4 of us no one hit the green from 25 yards. Sheesh.
On the 1st hole (we started on 9 in a shotgun format), a par 4 playing 280 from the white tees I actually took my drive over a grove of trees and landed it square in the middle of the green. We two putted for birdie from there. I couldn't believe that shot, and was giddy when we drove around the corner and saw my ball lying there.
Then on the last hole we played, the 8th, a 374 yard par 4, in 95 degree heat after 5 beers, I pulled out my driver and smoked it, I mean smoked it. It was high and had a nice draw right down the middle... We drove over a hill and I couldn't believe my eyes. The ball was lying in the middle of the fairway and close. Using the GPS we saw it was 50 y ards from the pin. That's a 324 yard drive! Unreal... my farthest ever for sure. I'm only 5'8", 170 lbs, I don't think I'm supposed to do that, especially exhausted and buzzed but hey, I'll take it.
Anyway, we finished at 3 under par 68. The winner was 16 under, we weren't even close. But they were selling Mulligans for $5 each and many teams loaded up on them. I saved my money for beer... :)
I just returned from the Brewers/Reds game in Milwaukee. The Miller Park roof was closed since we had t-storms earlier in the day but by the time the game was over it was 96. There's absolutely no breeze in there with the roof closed, it's like being in a sauna. They won 4-3, barely hanging on to win as the Reds scored 3 in the 9th after not doing anything the whole game. Ben Sheets was phenomenal until the 9th. He had only given up 4 hits, 1 walk and struck out 10 in 8 innings. Unfortunately he went back out in the 9th and on his 101st pitch gave up a 2 run homer to Griffey to make it 4-2. Turnbow then came on to give up another homer to Aurilia and then put 2 more guys on. Newcomer Cordero came on to close out the game, just barely. The offense was provided by newcomer Kevin Mench who had an rbi single in the 1st and a 3-run homer in the 7th.
Supposed to be 98 Monday before finally cooling down a little.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Pain in the a, ah, neck
I'm having to post without moving my head this morning. A little sore from last night's hockey game, which we lost 10-2 (we had the shitty goalie again but we still didn't play very well).
It's my 2nd shift of the night and I'm fighting for a loose puck along the boards in our zone when some jackass decides to kick the back of my skates and with the way I happened to be standing at the time, it sent me flying backwards landing on my elbows and whipping the back of my head into the ice. I was pretty sore and had a good headache for the rest of the night but I got that sonofabitch back...
You see, this is one of those guys nobody likes. He's a glory hound and a horrible cherry picker. For those who don't know, a cherry picker is a player who disdains the defensive zone to hover out at center ice hoping someone will send him a pass so he can get a breakaway. He is one of those guys... constantly standing out at center ice waiting for that lucky pass so he can maybe score on a crappy goalie and celebrate for 20 minutes.
Anyway, it's now towards the end of the 3rd period and even though they are up 7 or 8 goals he's still floating out at center ice looking for breakaways. It's been grating on me the whole game and I've built up a certain amount of animosity towards the guy. So, I see him coming around the boards in the corner and had a perfect bead on him so I decided to send a message and crushed him against the boards and he crumpled to the ice weakly swinging his stick towards me. Luckily the refs don't like him either and turned a cheek to it (it's a no-check league and that was definitely a check).
I expected some retaliation and kept an eye on him as we finished the shift but I think since they were on the offensive he didn't want to pass up a chance to shoot the puck. So he waited for the next shift and while we were in their zone he skated up behind me and put his stick between my legs trying to trip me. I just coasted it out and he didn't do anything and they blew the whistle. I circled around behind him and he stopped quick to initiate contact. I gave him a two handed shove and he went crazy, spit flying out from his facemask as he's hurling obscenity after obscenity in my direction. He gets close again and I punched him in the chest, letting him know how much I enjoyed his cherry picking. That pretty much ended it as we both got sent off the ice.
Oh, and I did score a goal though I never saw it go in. 2 on 1 with my centerman going down the right side and I was flying in from the left. He dropped a pass to me and I one timed it into the upper left side but all I saw was it hit the post and crossbar and thought for sure it wouldn't go in. They called it a goal and he told me that it went up into the top part of the next and then back out. Ok, I didn't see that but I'll take it.
I played in golf league twice this week. Monday I subbed and shot a 45 but played much better than that. Got my driver back working nicely. Wednesday I shot 44. Kept driving the ball well and I'm hitting my irons pretty clean. I just can't putt. I can't even count how many 3-putt bogies I've had over the last 2 weeks. It's sick. After work today I'm going to Nevada Bob's to look at belly putters. If it works for Fred Couples it just might work for me. Something's gotta help me turn it around. Besides, on Monday I played with a god-awful golfer but he had a belly putter and the SOB made everything.
Tomorrow I play in a charity golf tournament to benefit the Epilepsy foundation. The ex-VP of the company I sub contract through had epilepsy and passed away a couple years ago at the age of 33. This tournament was started on his behalf.
Anyway, it's going to be in the mid-90's all weekend. I'm taking my nephew to the Brewers game on Sunday (day game, seats in the sun, ouch). I couldn't get anyone else to go so I figured I'd give him another chance... Cdubya said I was nuts for even going with that kind of heat (the other ticket used to be hers). I figure I'll just drink plenty of water and eat lots of ice cream.
Have a good weekend!
It's my 2nd shift of the night and I'm fighting for a loose puck along the boards in our zone when some jackass decides to kick the back of my skates and with the way I happened to be standing at the time, it sent me flying backwards landing on my elbows and whipping the back of my head into the ice. I was pretty sore and had a good headache for the rest of the night but I got that sonofabitch back...
You see, this is one of those guys nobody likes. He's a glory hound and a horrible cherry picker. For those who don't know, a cherry picker is a player who disdains the defensive zone to hover out at center ice hoping someone will send him a pass so he can get a breakaway. He is one of those guys... constantly standing out at center ice waiting for that lucky pass so he can maybe score on a crappy goalie and celebrate for 20 minutes.
Anyway, it's now towards the end of the 3rd period and even though they are up 7 or 8 goals he's still floating out at center ice looking for breakaways. It's been grating on me the whole game and I've built up a certain amount of animosity towards the guy. So, I see him coming around the boards in the corner and had a perfect bead on him so I decided to send a message and crushed him against the boards and he crumpled to the ice weakly swinging his stick towards me. Luckily the refs don't like him either and turned a cheek to it (it's a no-check league and that was definitely a check).
I expected some retaliation and kept an eye on him as we finished the shift but I think since they were on the offensive he didn't want to pass up a chance to shoot the puck. So he waited for the next shift and while we were in their zone he skated up behind me and put his stick between my legs trying to trip me. I just coasted it out and he didn't do anything and they blew the whistle. I circled around behind him and he stopped quick to initiate contact. I gave him a two handed shove and he went crazy, spit flying out from his facemask as he's hurling obscenity after obscenity in my direction. He gets close again and I punched him in the chest, letting him know how much I enjoyed his cherry picking. That pretty much ended it as we both got sent off the ice.
Oh, and I did score a goal though I never saw it go in. 2 on 1 with my centerman going down the right side and I was flying in from the left. He dropped a pass to me and I one timed it into the upper left side but all I saw was it hit the post and crossbar and thought for sure it wouldn't go in. They called it a goal and he told me that it went up into the top part of the next and then back out. Ok, I didn't see that but I'll take it.
I played in golf league twice this week. Monday I subbed and shot a 45 but played much better than that. Got my driver back working nicely. Wednesday I shot 44. Kept driving the ball well and I'm hitting my irons pretty clean. I just can't putt. I can't even count how many 3-putt bogies I've had over the last 2 weeks. It's sick. After work today I'm going to Nevada Bob's to look at belly putters. If it works for Fred Couples it just might work for me. Something's gotta help me turn it around. Besides, on Monday I played with a god-awful golfer but he had a belly putter and the SOB made everything.
Tomorrow I play in a charity golf tournament to benefit the Epilepsy foundation. The ex-VP of the company I sub contract through had epilepsy and passed away a couple years ago at the age of 33. This tournament was started on his behalf.
Anyway, it's going to be in the mid-90's all weekend. I'm taking my nephew to the Brewers game on Sunday (day game, seats in the sun, ouch). I couldn't get anyone else to go so I figured I'd give him another chance... Cdubya said I was nuts for even going with that kind of heat (the other ticket used to be hers). I figure I'll just drink plenty of water and eat lots of ice cream.
Have a good weekend!
Monday, July 24, 2006
Busy Week
Golfed Sunday morning at 6:15am. I love playing at that time of the morning, except for 2 things. 1, I always think I'm going to miss my alarm so I wake up every hour to check the time, very annoying. And B, as I get older, it takes more and more time to get loose so I'm a little creaky at 6am....
I shot ok, hit the ball better than Friday, couldn't putt though. 3-putted for bogey (turning birdies into bogies) at least 5 times. Shot 93 (46/47) with a huge blowup hole on each side.
I got asked to sub in another golf league tonight, at 4:30. I've got that, league Wednesday, hockey Thursday, a tournament Saturday and a company outing to the Brewers/Reds game Sunday. I'll probably end up golfing Friday too...
Oh, and Cdubya's b-day is Wednesday (golf league night). Is it bad that I'm still going to play league then come home and take her out for dinner? She seems to think I've got my priorities out of order but b-days for us have never been that big of a deal, except the big ones. I'm planning on playing unless there's crying involved...
I shot ok, hit the ball better than Friday, couldn't putt though. 3-putted for bogey (turning birdies into bogies) at least 5 times. Shot 93 (46/47) with a huge blowup hole on each side.
I got asked to sub in another golf league tonight, at 4:30. I've got that, league Wednesday, hockey Thursday, a tournament Saturday and a company outing to the Brewers/Reds game Sunday. I'll probably end up golfing Friday too...
Oh, and Cdubya's b-day is Wednesday (golf league night). Is it bad that I'm still going to play league then come home and take her out for dinner? She seems to think I've got my priorities out of order but b-days for us have never been that big of a deal, except the big ones. I'm planning on playing unless there's crying involved...
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Panic Friday
I'm very happy that Friday is over. The day started with a problem with my email management application hanging and took a long time to solve and we are going to production this morning so it was important to get it fixed. Turned out to be a stupid mistake on my part but it being my half day I had a 12:30 tee time to make. I ended up getting it all corrected by about 11:45 and rushing to the course.
From there it didn't get any better. I hit a very nice drive down the middle to start but then shanked 2 shots in a row, very odd one where they seemed to hit off the heel, spin the club face and go way right. I ended up triple bogeying. Not a good start but it got worse. I topped my drive on the next hole (par 5) then topped 3 shots in a row before I got the shanks back and hacked two more off the trees to the right. I finally ended up with a 10. At this point I was looking at the clouds, begging for a massive t-storm to knock me off the course. Unfortunately all my begging resulted in a steady rain but not enough to make us quit and I had to keep going. I hit a good shot on the par 3 but 3-putted for bogey then followed with two more triple bogies. It was sick. I finished the front 9 with a 53 after finishing the last 4 holes in only +3.
I started the back with renewed confidence only to have that dashed with a topped drive and triple/double start. I recovered to go par/birdie/par and ended up shooting 45 on the back for 98. Not good, but I think I know what I was doing wrong at least. The birdie I took was as close to an eagle as I've been. It was a 476 yard par 5 with a dogleg left around big oak trees. I hit driver and hit a nice draw around the corner leaving me 213 to the center of the green. I hit my hybrid 2i and hit a nice high draw onto the green within about 25 feet. My eagle putt was right on line but stopped about a foot short. I left quite a few putts short after 7 holes of rain.
My next tee time is 6:15am Sunday morning. Luckily I told the dogs last night that it was the weekend and we would be sleeping in and they actually listened and we slept in till 8:00 and they didn't bother us once! They got big hugs for that one. :) In fact, I'm going to go out looking for a new driver headcover like this one today.
From there it didn't get any better. I hit a very nice drive down the middle to start but then shanked 2 shots in a row, very odd one where they seemed to hit off the heel, spin the club face and go way right. I ended up triple bogeying. Not a good start but it got worse. I topped my drive on the next hole (par 5) then topped 3 shots in a row before I got the shanks back and hacked two more off the trees to the right. I finally ended up with a 10. At this point I was looking at the clouds, begging for a massive t-storm to knock me off the course. Unfortunately all my begging resulted in a steady rain but not enough to make us quit and I had to keep going. I hit a good shot on the par 3 but 3-putted for bogey then followed with two more triple bogies. It was sick. I finished the front 9 with a 53 after finishing the last 4 holes in only +3.
I started the back with renewed confidence only to have that dashed with a topped drive and triple/double start. I recovered to go par/birdie/par and ended up shooting 45 on the back for 98. Not good, but I think I know what I was doing wrong at least. The birdie I took was as close to an eagle as I've been. It was a 476 yard par 5 with a dogleg left around big oak trees. I hit driver and hit a nice draw around the corner leaving me 213 to the center of the green. I hit my hybrid 2i and hit a nice high draw onto the green within about 25 feet. My eagle putt was right on line but stopped about a foot short. I left quite a few putts short after 7 holes of rain.
My next tee time is 6:15am Sunday morning. Luckily I told the dogs last night that it was the weekend and we would be sleeping in and they actually listened and we slept in till 8:00 and they didn't bother us once! They got big hugs for that one. :) In fact, I'm going to go out looking for a new driver headcover like this one today.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Storms missed the target
Big storms last night but unfortunately they did not wash out golf league…
My neighbor and I video recorded ourselves at the driving range Monday night and I was amazed at how easy it is to pick apart your swing. I saw at least 4 things I considered to be messed up and I worked to try to correct them. Unfortunately shotgunning balls at the range is not the same as actually being on the course.
I started out with a gorgeous drive and should have quit right there. I hit a low screamer over the green on my second shot but saved bogey and made par on the next hole after a nice chip. Then it all fell apart. Popped up my drive into a bunch of trees and told myself to play the safe shot, punch back to the fairway and take the bogey. Unfortunately my punch was too hard and I flew over the fairway and one hopped into the weeds… lost ball. Took a drop, topped my next shot, then hit the green and 3 putted for a snowman… nice. Bogied the next hole then chunked my 8 iron on the par 3, missed the green again, finally chipped on, 25 feet past the hole, rammed my putt passed and missed the one coming back for a triple bogey 6. Par on the par 5 next hole then blasted my drive on the next one so far right I almost cleared the next fairway over. I was left with a shot where I had no idea what direction to hit or how far it was (or that there were still people on the green). I picked out a 5 iron and let it rip. I guess I had the line pretty well because the others in my foursome were like "Ooooh" and said I almost hit the other group. Ended up a couple feet from the green, chipped close and missed the putt after Dr. Mike reminded me it was a par putt. Sometimes I just hate that guy. :)
Anyway, I ended up shooting a crappy 49. Playing again tomorrow and Sunday.
Oh, forgot about the new toys I bought! My gas grass trimmer froze up on me a couple weeks ago and I had an electric blower that I always hated because I had to drag an extension cord all over hell. So, I bought a Black and Decker 18 volt battery powered set of 3 outdoor tools, a grass trimmer (weed whacker), hedge trimmer and leaf blower. It came with 3 batteries, and a mounting/recharging station, all for only $180. I used the trimmer and blower Tuesday night after mowing the back yard. Awesome. Not as powerful but for my yard they work just fine and I was done much faster.
My neighbor and I video recorded ourselves at the driving range Monday night and I was amazed at how easy it is to pick apart your swing. I saw at least 4 things I considered to be messed up and I worked to try to correct them. Unfortunately shotgunning balls at the range is not the same as actually being on the course.
I started out with a gorgeous drive and should have quit right there. I hit a low screamer over the green on my second shot but saved bogey and made par on the next hole after a nice chip. Then it all fell apart. Popped up my drive into a bunch of trees and told myself to play the safe shot, punch back to the fairway and take the bogey. Unfortunately my punch was too hard and I flew over the fairway and one hopped into the weeds… lost ball. Took a drop, topped my next shot, then hit the green and 3 putted for a snowman… nice. Bogied the next hole then chunked my 8 iron on the par 3, missed the green again, finally chipped on, 25 feet past the hole, rammed my putt passed and missed the one coming back for a triple bogey 6. Par on the par 5 next hole then blasted my drive on the next one so far right I almost cleared the next fairway over. I was left with a shot where I had no idea what direction to hit or how far it was (or that there were still people on the green). I picked out a 5 iron and let it rip. I guess I had the line pretty well because the others in my foursome were like "Ooooh" and said I almost hit the other group. Ended up a couple feet from the green, chipped close and missed the putt after Dr. Mike reminded me it was a par putt. Sometimes I just hate that guy. :)
Anyway, I ended up shooting a crappy 49. Playing again tomorrow and Sunday.
Oh, forgot about the new toys I bought! My gas grass trimmer froze up on me a couple weeks ago and I had an electric blower that I always hated because I had to drag an extension cord all over hell. So, I bought a Black and Decker 18 volt battery powered set of 3 outdoor tools, a grass trimmer (weed whacker), hedge trimmer and leaf blower. It came with 3 batteries, and a mounting/recharging station, all for only $180. I used the trimmer and blower Tuesday night after mowing the back yard. Awesome. Not as powerful but for my yard they work just fine and I was done much faster.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Balance
I'm struggling... trying to find the balance between feeling the need to post something versus not feeling like saying anything... I guess sometimes you just don't feel like it.
Anyway, golf league Wednesday, nothing special, shot 47 with a quadruple bogey and two triples. Seems like I can't get myself out of these blow up holes. Yesterday we went and played 18 and I had the same type of problems. I was 5 over after 7 (not great but doing ok) when I blew up for a 9 on a par 5 and followed it up with a 7 on the next hole. Great, looking at 42ish and finishing the nine with a 48. I couldn't get into it on the back and once again blew up a couple times, including an 8 to finish on a short par 4 and end with a 50.
No hockey this week, high school camps needed the ice.
I need to get out and mow the lawn asap, it's 6:45 am and already 75 and quite humid. Going to be 95 today and 97 tomorrow. Probably end up going to see "You, Me and Dupree", looks pretty funny.
Oh, I forgot, the one funny thing. During golf yesterday, one hole had a road running down the right side. Mike, a notorious slicer, cranks his tee shot right and it's going right towards the road. All of a sudden a Suburban pulls up to the stop sign at a side street, damn near where his towering shot is headed. I yell "CAR!", not sure why, I should have yelled "FORE!" to the car. Luckily the dude turned right and drove off just as Mike's ball lands in the road and bounces across the street and into someone's yard. I laugh pretty hard. We go over and I can see his ball on the sidewalk so he runs over and gets it. He then takes a drop by the fire hydrant. Now the road really isn't in play for this shot but I see a car again and say jokingly that he better wait till it's gone, haha. He does, luckily, because he cranked this shot way out into the road again and it takes a huge bounce into a tree in someone's front yard. At this point I can't control my laughter any more, I'm just dying.... but then I notice another fire hydrant up ahead and tell him "hey, there's another fire hydrant for you up there." It was all pretty funny.
Anyway, I better get out working before the heat hits. Thank you dogs for waking me up at 5:45... yes, it's Saturday, no that's ok, you don't understand weekends...
Anyway, golf league Wednesday, nothing special, shot 47 with a quadruple bogey and two triples. Seems like I can't get myself out of these blow up holes. Yesterday we went and played 18 and I had the same type of problems. I was 5 over after 7 (not great but doing ok) when I blew up for a 9 on a par 5 and followed it up with a 7 on the next hole. Great, looking at 42ish and finishing the nine with a 48. I couldn't get into it on the back and once again blew up a couple times, including an 8 to finish on a short par 4 and end with a 50.
No hockey this week, high school camps needed the ice.
I need to get out and mow the lawn asap, it's 6:45 am and already 75 and quite humid. Going to be 95 today and 97 tomorrow. Probably end up going to see "You, Me and Dupree", looks pretty funny.
Oh, I forgot, the one funny thing. During golf yesterday, one hole had a road running down the right side. Mike, a notorious slicer, cranks his tee shot right and it's going right towards the road. All of a sudden a Suburban pulls up to the stop sign at a side street, damn near where his towering shot is headed. I yell "CAR!", not sure why, I should have yelled "FORE!" to the car. Luckily the dude turned right and drove off just as Mike's ball lands in the road and bounces across the street and into someone's yard. I laugh pretty hard. We go over and I can see his ball on the sidewalk so he runs over and gets it. He then takes a drop by the fire hydrant. Now the road really isn't in play for this shot but I see a car again and say jokingly that he better wait till it's gone, haha. He does, luckily, because he cranked this shot way out into the road again and it takes a huge bounce into a tree in someone's front yard. At this point I can't control my laughter any more, I'm just dying.... but then I notice another fire hydrant up ahead and tell him "hey, there's another fire hydrant for you up there." It was all pretty funny.
Anyway, I better get out working before the heat hits. Thank you dogs for waking me up at 5:45... yes, it's Saturday, no that's ok, you don't understand weekends...
Monday, July 10, 2006
New study: Bad golf can make you physically sick
Ok, the study is just of me, by me...
Played some really shitty golf Saturday (46/47 for 93) and by Saturday night I had a sore throat and cough. Coincidence? I think not...
My next test is to see if 1 person being sick in a small room with 8 guys in it will make all 8 sick. I'm pretty sure the other 7 are not too happy with me right now.
Went to see the 2nd Pirates of the Carribean Saturday night. Fun movie, lots of action. Not great but fun. Definitely set up for the 3rd movie, which apparently has already been filmed and will be released next summer.
Deadwood had one of the most gruesome fights last night. I almost barfed.
Played some really shitty golf Saturday (46/47 for 93) and by Saturday night I had a sore throat and cough. Coincidence? I think not...
My next test is to see if 1 person being sick in a small room with 8 guys in it will make all 8 sick. I'm pretty sure the other 7 are not too happy with me right now.
Went to see the 2nd Pirates of the Carribean Saturday night. Fun movie, lots of action. Not great but fun. Definitely set up for the 3rd movie, which apparently has already been filmed and will be released next summer.
Deadwood had one of the most gruesome fights last night. I almost barfed.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Streaking!
No, not that kind of streaking. Our hockey team made it 2 wins in a row last night with a thrilling 3-2 victory. A back and forth game that saw me make a nice pass to my other wing for our first goal and follow that up with a nice pass to the other team for their first goal.
Off a faceoff in their end the puck went back towards our D slowly. I chased after it and took it around to the right as the defenseman (my friend Bill) slid to the left behind me. I thought it would be slick for me to slide a pass back to him, you know blind, behind the back type of pass… right to their fastest player and he was off to the races. I still can’t believe I did that. I would have been screaming at someone if they had done it but no one said anything (to my face that is, I’m sure there was some mumbling). I apologized and had 2 really good chances to get that goal back but was stoned by the goalie both times.
We ended up going ahead 2-1 only to see them tie it again. We finally scored on a breakaway with about 4 minutes left for the game winning goal.
And the Brewers beat the Cubs again and are only 2 ½ games out of first place and finally back above .500 for the first time since late May. Maybe, just maybe, they have a realistic shot at the playoffs. Of course, my saying that is a sure kiss of death.
Off a faceoff in their end the puck went back towards our D slowly. I chased after it and took it around to the right as the defenseman (my friend Bill) slid to the left behind me. I thought it would be slick for me to slide a pass back to him, you know blind, behind the back type of pass… right to their fastest player and he was off to the races. I still can’t believe I did that. I would have been screaming at someone if they had done it but no one said anything (to my face that is, I’m sure there was some mumbling). I apologized and had 2 really good chances to get that goal back but was stoned by the goalie both times.
We ended up going ahead 2-1 only to see them tie it again. We finally scored on a breakaway with about 4 minutes left for the game winning goal.
And the Brewers beat the Cubs again and are only 2 ½ games out of first place and finally back above .500 for the first time since late May. Maybe, just maybe, they have a realistic shot at the playoffs. Of course, my saying that is a sure kiss of death.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Rockstar: SuperNova - ROCKS!
The follow up to last season's hot summer hit Rockstar:INXS kicked off last night and I can tell right away that it's going to be even better!
SuperNova is the band, made up of Tommy Lee from Motley Crue, Gilby Clark of Guns N Roses and Jason Newstad of Metallica. They are joined by top record producer Butch Walker and of course, Dave Navarro in deciding which of the 15 rockstar wannabe's will front them.
One thing I can tell you right away. It will be a chick. It was clear early on that the chicks' rocked while the boys were, well, lame... Outside of the australian dude that sang an accoustic Knockin' on Heaven's Door and the crazy fucker at the end that did Rebel Yell, the boys were totally pop, doing Goo Goo Dolls, Coldplay, etc. Do they think that's the kind of music this new band will do? I don't think so... One moron attempted to do Roxanne (a big hit done by Suzi McNeal last year and she killed with it) but this guy couldn't sing to save his life. As Gilby Clark so elequently put it, "Dude, that just sucked." He'll be gone tonight as the vote off show is on at 8:00 CDT.
As for the women, man, they were hot, crazy, tattoo'd, pierced, multi-colored hair, wild chicks that rocked the house every time. Hard to pick a favorite, they were all awesome in their own way. I really did enjoy the last singer, Jill, who is 4'11" but sings like she's 6'4". Huge voice doing Janis Joplin and she's not hard on the eyes either. I also loved the Puerto Rican girl, Kayra, doing Evenescence. She brought a different feel to a hard rock vibe. Again, easy on the eyes does not hurt one bit. Then there's the sweet Georgia peach with the great pipes. At 22, she seemed quite uncomfortable attempting to be sexy but there's no denying her talent. I just can't see her hanging anywhere near Tommy Lee (sequel to him and Pam?).
Tune in tonight to see that lame ass guy get sent home. I'm not even going to bother learning his name.
Rock on!
SuperNova is the band, made up of Tommy Lee from Motley Crue, Gilby Clark of Guns N Roses and Jason Newstad of Metallica. They are joined by top record producer Butch Walker and of course, Dave Navarro in deciding which of the 15 rockstar wannabe's will front them.
One thing I can tell you right away. It will be a chick. It was clear early on that the chicks' rocked while the boys were, well, lame... Outside of the australian dude that sang an accoustic Knockin' on Heaven's Door and the crazy fucker at the end that did Rebel Yell, the boys were totally pop, doing Goo Goo Dolls, Coldplay, etc. Do they think that's the kind of music this new band will do? I don't think so... One moron attempted to do Roxanne (a big hit done by Suzi McNeal last year and she killed with it) but this guy couldn't sing to save his life. As Gilby Clark so elequently put it, "Dude, that just sucked." He'll be gone tonight as the vote off show is on at 8:00 CDT.
As for the women, man, they were hot, crazy, tattoo'd, pierced, multi-colored hair, wild chicks that rocked the house every time. Hard to pick a favorite, they were all awesome in their own way. I really did enjoy the last singer, Jill, who is 4'11" but sings like she's 6'4". Huge voice doing Janis Joplin and she's not hard on the eyes either. I also loved the Puerto Rican girl, Kayra, doing Evenescence. She brought a different feel to a hard rock vibe. Again, easy on the eyes does not hurt one bit. Then there's the sweet Georgia peach with the great pipes. At 22, she seemed quite uncomfortable attempting to be sexy but there's no denying her talent. I just can't see her hanging anywhere near Tommy Lee (sequel to him and Pam?).
Tune in tonight to see that lame ass guy get sent home. I'm not even going to bother learning his name.
Rock on!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
The ups and downs of a holiday weekend
I’ve been reading quite a few cat related posts recently so I thought I’d join in… you see, my cat of about 14 years, Morticia, who hasn’t really been outside farther than the front porch in about 8 years, decided to sneak out Saturday afternoon. Neither of us saw her and can’t figure out how she got out but she did. To make matters worse, neither of us noticed until Sunday morning as we’re reading the paper and drinking coffee. She looks at me and says “when’s the last time you saw the cat?” I had no idea, some time Saturday afternoon I think. We do the whole house search thing and nothing. I remembered that I had ice cream the night before and Morty didn’t bother me at all. Usually she’s right in my face as soon as I sit down with a bowl.
So, I grab Delaney, who, inside the house, can find Morty in 2 seconds, and we head outside. Scouring the neighborhood (with a brief stop for Delaney to play with a giant ball in the neighbors back yard) and calling “hereeeee kitty kitty kitty” resulted in nothing. I made small posters and we went around and put them up on all the light poles. I figured someone had to have seen her but no calls Sunday or Monday. There is a barn across the street, I figure she’s gone over there to hunt. To make matters a little worse, Saturday night there were fireworks followed by a thunderstorm. My poor little 6 lb, 14 year old black cat with no front claws and who does not go outside, is lost, shivering, hungry, cold and afraid…
I don’t sleep very well Sunday night. You see, in the past 2 weeks I have yelled at her constantly, threatened to have her put down, threatened to throw her in the river, etc. She has been crapping in the basement wherever she wants (typically where I am working on my basement finishing project) despite my keeping her litter box perfectly clean. It’s been driving me nuts. So now I’m blaming myself for her “running away from home”.
Tuesday comes and now I’m thinking she’ll never come home but I have one last idea. After mowing the lawn again I decided I would clean up the basement, empty her cat box and put everything away. If she acts like life generally does when I do stuff like that she’ll come back the minute I’m done. So, I clean up everything and throw away the old litter and take the garbage out. Nothing… I head back into the house and realize I forgot to take off my lawn mowing shoes so I quickly spin around and go back into the garage and she’s standing right there! She’s probably lost another pound and looks pretty scrawny but she doesn’t seem to be hurt or anything. I took her back inside and called in Cdubya and we gave her some food and water (she was quite hungry after 3 days).
We went out later and bought her a collar and name tag. We never really worried about that before but she never really tried hard to get out before either. Better safe than sorry.
I went back down a little while later and set up a fresh cat box for her. This morning I went downstairs and there’s a big pile of crap in the middle of my work area… grrr, I’m going to take her to the river…
On the golf front, we went out Monday morning and I played like shit and shot a 94 (46/48). Couldn’t hit the driver straight for some reason and I kept doing stupid things on top of stupid things so I had a 9 and an 8 on par 4’s after hitting into the trees.
Later that day we went to some friends’ house for a bbq. Grabbing a bottle of beer I couldn’t find a bottle opener. Dr. Mike finds a corkscrew with the bottle opener/can opener on it. Unfortunately I hook the bottle opener under the lip of the bottle, not just the cap. Of course, it doesn’t want to come off easily so I wrench the fucker until the top of the bottle shatters in my hand… I tell Mike “oh crap” and he’s like “what the fuck did you do now?” (I have a history of these types of things). I say “wait for the blood…” and a couple seconds later, there it is, pouring all over the counter. Pretty good gash on my right index finger and its gushing blood. We can’t really get it stopped so we throw a band-aid on it and wrap it in duct tape to keep the pressure on. It was still bleeding Tuesday when the band-aid came off. Probably should have had some stitches… oh well. At least my tetanus shot is up to date.
So, I grab Delaney, who, inside the house, can find Morty in 2 seconds, and we head outside. Scouring the neighborhood (with a brief stop for Delaney to play with a giant ball in the neighbors back yard) and calling “hereeeee kitty kitty kitty” resulted in nothing. I made small posters and we went around and put them up on all the light poles. I figured someone had to have seen her but no calls Sunday or Monday. There is a barn across the street, I figure she’s gone over there to hunt. To make matters a little worse, Saturday night there were fireworks followed by a thunderstorm. My poor little 6 lb, 14 year old black cat with no front claws and who does not go outside, is lost, shivering, hungry, cold and afraid…
I don’t sleep very well Sunday night. You see, in the past 2 weeks I have yelled at her constantly, threatened to have her put down, threatened to throw her in the river, etc. She has been crapping in the basement wherever she wants (typically where I am working on my basement finishing project) despite my keeping her litter box perfectly clean. It’s been driving me nuts. So now I’m blaming myself for her “running away from home”.
Tuesday comes and now I’m thinking she’ll never come home but I have one last idea. After mowing the lawn again I decided I would clean up the basement, empty her cat box and put everything away. If she acts like life generally does when I do stuff like that she’ll come back the minute I’m done. So, I clean up everything and throw away the old litter and take the garbage out. Nothing… I head back into the house and realize I forgot to take off my lawn mowing shoes so I quickly spin around and go back into the garage and she’s standing right there! She’s probably lost another pound and looks pretty scrawny but she doesn’t seem to be hurt or anything. I took her back inside and called in Cdubya and we gave her some food and water (she was quite hungry after 3 days).
We went out later and bought her a collar and name tag. We never really worried about that before but she never really tried hard to get out before either. Better safe than sorry.
I went back down a little while later and set up a fresh cat box for her. This morning I went downstairs and there’s a big pile of crap in the middle of my work area… grrr, I’m going to take her to the river…
On the golf front, we went out Monday morning and I played like shit and shot a 94 (46/48). Couldn’t hit the driver straight for some reason and I kept doing stupid things on top of stupid things so I had a 9 and an 8 on par 4’s after hitting into the trees.
Later that day we went to some friends’ house for a bbq. Grabbing a bottle of beer I couldn’t find a bottle opener. Dr. Mike finds a corkscrew with the bottle opener/can opener on it. Unfortunately I hook the bottle opener under the lip of the bottle, not just the cap. Of course, it doesn’t want to come off easily so I wrench the fucker until the top of the bottle shatters in my hand… I tell Mike “oh crap” and he’s like “what the fuck did you do now?” (I have a history of these types of things). I say “wait for the blood…” and a couple seconds later, there it is, pouring all over the counter. Pretty good gash on my right index finger and its gushing blood. We can’t really get it stopped so we throw a band-aid on it and wrap it in duct tape to keep the pressure on. It was still bleeding Tuesday when the band-aid came off. Probably should have had some stitches… oh well. At least my tetanus shot is up to date.
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