Monthly Archives: January 2009

MLB To Introduce Its Version Of College Football Overtime On International Stage

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It was reported yesterday by the Associated Press that Major League Baseball will implement a “ridiculed international rule” in the 2009 World Baseball Classic where teams that remain tied after 12 innings will begin every inning thereafter with multiple baserunners.

And I ask, fuck the heck are they thinking?

I mean, what is the purpose? How is giving both teams runners at first and second base to begin an inning logical in any sense? Is it supposed to make the games end quicker? Is it just there to augment low-scoring games when they get late? Is it just a rule there to help the bunt-happy Japanese actually apply their craft practically in a crucial game situation?

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That’s Not My Band: Ting Tings New Video and Why The American Market Doesn’t Always Get It

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Man, I love the Ting Tings. And boy, do I hate labels and director’s that clearly do not understand their artist, and try to reinvent a sure thing.

This is the new video for a year-old song “That’s Not My Name”, off of beautifully crafted and infectiously catchy “We Started Nothing”. If you don’t think you’ve heard of them, or have been living in a cave with a volleyball, they made their American debut with this little diddy:

and found fame internationally with these:

Noticing the difference?  Kudos to the brilliant Columbia marketing team that invisioned The Ting Tings were best represented with Tron rejects and Busta Rhymes choreography on ecstasy. And what a grand reception MTV’s audience has given the video, which is featured on the homepage. True intelligence and thoughtful insights heard round the net:

ang614 posted on 01.27.09 at 05:23am
there is no meaning to this song no story its fuking stupid jose thats not my name the fuk ok

kiqhh.$ posted on 01.27.09 at 11:08am
lol i love this song and this video is cool 🙂 and i love the ting tings. their songs always have meanings. ’shut up and let me go’ is about an x trying to get back with you. ‘thts not my name’ is about someone not remembering your name and forgetting about you.

foreverscn posted on 01.29.09 at 08:26am
Wow….this is horrible. Her voice is really bad and shows no talent. It just shows they will let anyone make a record in hopes for a buck. If this is as old as what other people have mentioned….they should have kept it hidden.

COULDN’T AGREE WITH YOU MORE!


You may remember Chip Saltsman as one of the contenders  running for RNC chair position who distributed the song “Barack the Magic Negro” on a CD amongst his fellow republicans.

Well, his mix tape of race hate is making those chart topping hits.  Huffington Post reports that Saltsman also included “The Star Spanglish banner” on his playlist-o-fun, thinking that Latinos and Spanish people can’t be offended if they don’t understand english!

Didn’t you listen to ole’ Dubya:  “fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.”

In anticipation for a second half-hearted, whole-bullshitted response, simmer with his first response:


Stephen Colbert helps us Better Know a Beatle: Paul McCartney on The Colbert Report

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When I studied abroad in London a few years back, I had the chance to meet Paul McCartney at book signing at Waterstones. I’m not saying he’s my favorite Beatle because of that, but it’s certainly a reason. I always felt his music to be clean, simple, and epic. And while not taking those away from Lennon or Harrison, there just wasn’t the same appeal.

There’s really nothing funny about this post.  I’ll let Colbert and Paul handle that department.  Hopefully Electric Arguments will be better than his latest offerings.


San Francisco 49ers Hire One Hit Wonder To Run Offense

According to NFL.com’s Adam Schefter, the San Francisco 49ers have concluded their exhaustive search for a downgrade at offensive coordinator — someone whose sole responsibility will be to suggest the direction in which star running back Frank Gore should run the ball.

So who will replace former OC Mike Martz, architect of the legendary “Greatest Show on Turf” Rams offense of the late 90s and the earlier part of this decade?

You guessed it!

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When Irony and a Boondock Saints Moment Come Together

Like watching snow falling on Christmas morning, the fiery suns setting over the Tatooine horizon, and lipstick college lesbians making out while John Lennon strums an acoustic version of Strawberry Fields Forever, all under an enormous rainbow that Falcore flies magnificently over.

I am, of course, describing when pretenious, self-indulgent “intellectuals” comment on blog posts, criticizing the blogger on their lack of proper grammar and proofreading skills, while using a word that ISN’T REAL!  I stumbled upon this when reading rather long, but incredibly insightful blog post about the last episode of The Sopranos.

But, the thing that really makes it’s special, and I’m talking about your first 4th of July fireworks/getting that gift you’ve always wanted… see for yourself:

Clip (@ :45 second mark):

Comment:

  1. Drew Says:
    June 5, 2008 at 5:21 pm Very well done. I thoroughly enjoyed the read, especially the symbology of holsten’s. One more proofread to catch the grammar/punctuation gaffes and this piece would be perfect.

Oh Drew, you silly son of a bitch. Christmas comes early for me this year, thanks to you!


New Jersey an Epicenter Of Artistic Talent? Fugeddaboudit!

There’s a phrase that describes that stereotypical New Jerseyan who takes pride in our homeland, and decide to be spokesperson of the state: dimwitted douchebag.  And taking a piece of that oh so charming Jersey confidence, trust me: if anyone of those trashy, no-nothing morons were set a fiery blaze, Bruce Springsteen wouldn’t think to piss out the flames, even with “The Rising” playing proudly in the background.

I’m sorry for that filthy mouthed introduction to a previously conceived positive review. It’s that self-loathing that most Jerseyans get when we finally catch a break, and our fellow brothers and sisters ruin it once again.

An article in the Wall Street Journal gave the Garden State a back-handed rave review recently naming New Jersey a “hidden state of culture …[and an] epicenter of artistic talent”, but not without a lacing in a few jabs:

“Of course, think “New Jersey” and cultural epicenter doesn’t immediately spring to mind. Instead, the name summons up unsparing caricature: grime, gangsters, pollution, ugly highways, Byzantine shopping malls, Saharan parking lots and a level of culture somewhere between troglodyte and troll.

Even the nickname “Garden State” seems to be something like a defensive reaction meant to fend off ridicule. In 1954, when the state legislature passed a bill adding the sobriquet to license plates, garbage disposal had long been a crisis in Jersey. Not only did the tiny state lack sufficient space for discarding its waste, but it had become a dumping-ground for garbage from other states. Gov. Robert Meyner vetoed the bill, writing, “I do not believe that the average citizen of New Jersey regards his state as more peculiarly identifiable with gardening for farming than any of its other industries or occupations.” The state legislature promptly overrode his veto, and the rest is license-plate history.”

The article goes on to name several of New Jersey’s famous alums in limited acclaim, describes how utterly dog-shit disgusting the Turnpike is, and demonstrates, through minimal lyrical quotations, that Lee Siegel thinks the only album Bruce has made is “Born to Run”.  We can have our cake, New Jersey, but you’ll be damned if you want to a bite.