Happy Friday folks. Rickey’s taking a poll: how many LOST viewers do we have who read this blog? Rickey’s debating starting up a weekly column on LOST but would prefer not to alienate his readers with long speculative missives that quickly devolve into "…wait, Hurley’s wearing a mauve shirt with a pineapple symbol on the back…. That means something! Shit, I gotta sit down and reanalyze everything now…" So let us know if there’s any ground support for that sort of thing by voting in the poll below and we’ll get right on it.
Hark, baseball fans! Spring is officially upon us! Mets pitchers and catchers reported to Port St. Lucie yesterday. Redemption Season ‘08 starts now folks.
The astronauts aboard the International Space Station apparently have access to a handgun. Lovely. Thanks very much, intergalactic division of the NRA! All together now folks: “Man, what are you doing with a gun in space?”
Elsewhere in the world of dubious space endeavors, the U.S. military is telling the public not to fear their plummeting spy satellite, because they’re going to it out of the sky! And it's gonna go ka-booom! and China will tremble and all will be right in the world once again.
Hey kids, Do you enjoy riotously high levels of pictorial failure? Well then, The FAIL Blog is definitely up your alley. Because no matter how bad your day may be going, at least you didn’t drive a goddamned tank off a bridge, like this illustrious fellow:
One of Rickey’s favorite sports bloggers, Big Daddy Drew recently cranked out a great write up on the state of ADD addled sports viewership in the internet age. Of particular interest to Rickey was this quote:
"The NFL demands far less time from diehard fans than a sport like basketball or baseball… …But baseball? Holy shit. If you want to be a diehard baseball fan, you pretty much have to forsake the outside world to watch every game. THEY EVEN PLAY TWO GAMES IN ONE DAY, FOR SHIT'S SAKE! DURING WORK HOURS! I understand why the players show up for those things. They get paid. But fans? There are doctors on call who are less put upon."
He goes on to argue that level of sports devotion is unnecessary, and in fact runs contrary to being a well rounded sports fan—a sentiment which we’re certain Ms. Henderson applauds. Definitely give the whole thing a read: it’s thoughtful and contains the sentence “dinner party guests find me worldly and large-penised.”
And in the world of cinematic endeavor, Rickey strongly recommends taking a gander at this:
Goosebumps anyone? We kidded around a while back about Harrison Ford being too damned old to reprise the role of Indy, but thanks to this trailer, our fears are now completely diminished. This flick looks like too much balls to the wall fun to ignore. Dum da dum dummmmmm.....
[Posted at Humor-Blogs]