January 29, 2010

  Computers… screen of death…forgot admin password….everything gon…exclusion drive….wrong one need usb…….back to store……ugh


Money rules everything

January 28, 2010

NFL cracks down on “Who Dat” merchandise

Posted by Gregg Rosenthal on January 28, 2010 2:54 PM ETIt’s one of life’s great unanswered questions: Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?

We do know, however, who the NFL say can’t make any more Who dat t-shirts.

WWLTV reports that many businesses in New Orleans have received cease and desist order for printing and selling Who dat shirts.

“I really thought the ‘Who Dat’ was something that belonged to the people more than to the Saints or to the NFL or anything else,” said one shop owner Josh Harvey.

NFL spokesman Dan Masonson disagrees:  “Any unauthorized use of the Saints colors and other [marks] designed to create the illusion of an affiliation with the Saints is equally a violation of the Saints trademark rights because it allows a third party to ‘free ride’ by profiting from confusion of the team’s fans, who want to show support for the Saints.”

A nearby Loyola professor believes there is some legal gray area here, but the small shops are wary of taking on the league.

Cheese and pickle

January 27, 2010

pain moves though the body at 350 feet per second…how did they figure that out?

Football lovers unite

January 27, 2010

Do not tune your TV to the Pro Bowl if you believe they should move it back to Hawaii

…True Limes

January 27, 2010

  You ever notice that when a place’s name is ________ by the sea even though it is by the sea it sucks. They would never consider adding by the sea to anything that is actually by the sea that is awesome.

NFL won’t let Superdome host Super Bowl viewing party

Posted by Michael David Smith on January 26, 2010 5:17 PM ETSuperdome officials say they’ve been inundated with requests from people who would love to get together with fellow saints fans and watch the Super Bowl on the big screens at the Saints’ home stadium. But the NFL won’t allow it.

“Yeah, we’ve had a lot of calls, and certainly wish we could show it, but there is a long standing NFL policy that you cannot show the game to a mass audience, so we’re just not able to do it. Sorry, wish we could,” Superdome spokesman Bill Curl told Fox 8 in New Orleans.

Similar requests have come up in the past, including when the Saints played the NFC Championship Game in Chicago in 2006. The league, however, stands in the way of that type of public broadcast of the game.

The reason? TV ratings, which are based on people who watch the game at home. The league doesn’t want tens of thousands of people to watch in a stadium, because those tens of thousands wouldn’t be counted toward the official TV audience that the networks use to sell commercial time to advertisers.

..fate closer explanation

January 26, 2010

closer to the reasoning


January 26, 2010

 Ugh, thats what I can produce today just Ugh. I am tired of winter I am tired of cold. I want to feel the warmth of the sun flooding my little corner of the earth or I would like to move my little corner of the earth someplace else. Anyone have a house sitting gig in Malibu? Yeah like anyone on that coast would be reading this. I always wonder about the day the ocean comes and takes your house and property back into the sea. How does that work I am sure insurance doesn’t cover the vestiges of time. Do you suddenly own a spot in the sea? Can you own the tide if it is just in a small area, say the size of a giant house that used to overlook it? I can just imagine with my luck how it would work. I finally fulfill my dream of a grand house overlooking the sea only to have that same sea wriggle free of its moorings and claim my tiny spot in the world, my home as its own. This will  probably occur right after my third mortgage payment. You know right after everything is finally moved in  just the way we like it. With my outstanding luck the first guest would be the tide. Knock knock, is it the new neighbours with pie to greet the homeowner? Naw its’ the ocean your first house guest. Ever have a  guest you just can’t seem to get rid off? You know the kind that doesn’t seem to take a hint? I think we are the house guests missing hints sometimes. What happens at settlement? Do they warn you about the endless movement of the earth? Does the house inspector explain entropy? Do you call in a geologist? Perhaps it’s more than just accruing the wealth to secure one of those Malibu houses you also have to have a degree in topology. Or perhaps I am just cold and in need of a day at the beach..warm sun..warmer sand..the samd of the tide…the knowledge that something that old and wonderful has never skipped a beat and has just been waiting to reclaim the rest of the world.


January 25, 2010

  Across the window the day plays games with itself at first dark and bleak filled with lemon sized raindrops. Puddles flood your walkway and of course all cars are parked far from doors this evening. To be locked up inside on such a day dreaming of toadstools and ant farms and McCully. Like a fresh blanket on a cold night the sun forces its warmth across the window allowing play to continue but in itself changing the very fabric of the day. Forcing new thoughts on different matter but far brighter than the last. The sun in its casual abandon allows a new complexity on the day. Changing the formulation of a dreary topic, if you could live longer would you allow the death of someone else, the stranger paradigm. Just being too develop into the ramifications of the thought when the sun changed the mood bringing with it a new idea, a spark so to say.

And suddenly the rain returns bringing all thinking round to its dismal way. the voices that trail alongside the window have all lost their swagger and become as quiet as the ground. Forced to accept drop after drop warring and whareing each section.

And then the sun again and everything changes. Do you find the weather this problematic?


January 23, 2010

Do I talk in yesterdays too? Every word  fully laced with an event that portrays me as a star circa 10 years ago or more. It’s almost as if these days that surround me now have a different taste. Kind of like always loving peanut butter sandwiches and then next thing you know you love grape sandwiches. It’s a change in the very core of you or something you do and its sudden and holds no subtlety. As shaking as a change from liking Elvis to the Beatles. You go about your business with the fact of who you are placed firmly into the life you lead. Every little habit or crutch that makes up your day provided by some stimulus or input that describes your likes and dislikes. You make sense to yourself which helps you make sense out of the world. In a way your sight defines your life so why does it change so out of the blue with no warning?

Remember when you were little and your parents would tell you that you need to grow into liking a certain food?