You know, just because I posted the lyrics to 'Hurt' doesn't mean I'm suicidal. It certainly could but I'm not. I'm thinking I still have quite a bit to live for, so let's just knock off those thoughts of despair and remorse. At least for now...for now. I've always had a flair for the dramatic.
I've recently realized that is T S Eliot had been reversely named S T Eliot, his name backwards would read 'toilets'. Too bad, really. Thomas Stearns could easily have been Samuel Thomas, or some shit. I wish my name backwards spelled 'toilets'.
When did Pepperidge Farm start making Goldfish with an eye and a smiley face? Where have I been? Goldfish, by the way? Maybe the number one snack of all time...oh, there we go! Finally, some fucking positive inspiration for a blog. This blog is dedicated to all those teachers who told me I'd never amount to nothin'. And all the brothers in the struggle.
Although I've only had them once, Dunkaroos are awesome. Any snack that involves cookies and a separate tray of frosting to dip the aforementioned cookies in is tops in my book. You don't just eat, you dunk-a-roo.
I have to go, but I will revisit the snack issue. Some ponderables for later posts as well, or a look into the French future if you will:
Manny's swing and the effects on my heart
500 HR
The perfect beer
Homeless people
Enormous dogs
18 April 2008
17 April 2008
Hurt
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My ssweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My ssweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
08 April 2008
Strange Bedfellows
As I laid in the California King-sized bed of a Sox player last night, watching 'Go Diego Go' with his 3 year-old step son, I couldn't help but wonder...how soon can I get in front of a computer so I can write about this in my next blog entry?
Yeah, it was totally weird and amazing at the same time but I made it through. In case anyone was wondering the sheets are white, the spread is white and there's some light green accents. But it's pretty simple in terms of color...and ONLY color.
Here are a few things that I learned last night during the last several hours of La's workday, during which I was able to hang out and play with a 3 year-old:
1. No matter how big the tv, if you can't work the remote/cable it's a fucking moot point.
2. Fool-proof way to feel like a kid again: spin around with your arms out for 30 seconds, as fast as you can, and then run until you fall down. Try not to barf.
3. No matter if you have xBox 360, PS3 and Wii, if you can't work the remote it's a fucking moot point.
4. The universal color for money according to a 3 year old is geen, not green. Also, grass is geen as is everything green. Geen, not green.
5. After spending most of our time in a giant room filled with toys (like similar to the movie 'Big'), it occurred to me that my attention span within a room such as this is less than that of a 3 year-old. I couldn't get to the next toy fast enough.
5a. And after all that toy stuff, my favorite toy remains the nerf basketball hoop. There's nothing as fun as seeing how many different things you can throw into the hoop from all angles.
That's a pretty good synopsis of my night yesterday. Since we couldn't get the game systems working, it wasn't possible for us to play Rock Band together. But that's in our future, for sure.
A few odds 'n' ends that popped into my head yesterday:
If Julio Lugo can keep up his error pace, he'll end the season with 96 errors. Whatever, he's a clubhouse guy, right? I hate him. Can't we just plug Jed Lowrie in there and hope for the best? I mean, what could really go that wrong by doing that? Richie predicted that Youk's errorless streak would end on a low throw from Lugo and I couldn't agree more. I'd like to predict that Lugo will be run down by a 2005 Saturn Ion over the next couple days...he won't be harmed per se, but he will be hypnotized and made to think he's a Yankee. That oughta do it.
I know that pretty much all of you are entrenched in baseball and the C's now, but let's not forget about the classic original 6 matchup between the B's and the Habs. The last time this matchup occurred, the tables were flipped...Les Canadiens were the 8 seed and the Thornton B's were the 1. Do I need to remind you how that series turned out? 2 words: Saku Koivu.
Opening Day at Fenway today. Three cheers for the harbinger of Spring...the REAL harbinger of spring. The robin can kiss my ass.
Yeah, it was totally weird and amazing at the same time but I made it through. In case anyone was wondering the sheets are white, the spread is white and there's some light green accents. But it's pretty simple in terms of color...and ONLY color.
Here are a few things that I learned last night during the last several hours of La's workday, during which I was able to hang out and play with a 3 year-old:
1. No matter how big the tv, if you can't work the remote/cable it's a fucking moot point.
2. Fool-proof way to feel like a kid again: spin around with your arms out for 30 seconds, as fast as you can, and then run until you fall down. Try not to barf.
3. No matter if you have xBox 360, PS3 and Wii, if you can't work the remote it's a fucking moot point.
4. The universal color for money according to a 3 year old is geen, not green. Also, grass is geen as is everything green. Geen, not green.
5. After spending most of our time in a giant room filled with toys (like similar to the movie 'Big'), it occurred to me that my attention span within a room such as this is less than that of a 3 year-old. I couldn't get to the next toy fast enough.
5a. And after all that toy stuff, my favorite toy remains the nerf basketball hoop. There's nothing as fun as seeing how many different things you can throw into the hoop from all angles.
That's a pretty good synopsis of my night yesterday. Since we couldn't get the game systems working, it wasn't possible for us to play Rock Band together. But that's in our future, for sure.
A few odds 'n' ends that popped into my head yesterday:
If Julio Lugo can keep up his error pace, he'll end the season with 96 errors. Whatever, he's a clubhouse guy, right? I hate him. Can't we just plug Jed Lowrie in there and hope for the best? I mean, what could really go that wrong by doing that? Richie predicted that Youk's errorless streak would end on a low throw from Lugo and I couldn't agree more. I'd like to predict that Lugo will be run down by a 2005 Saturn Ion over the next couple days...he won't be harmed per se, but he will be hypnotized and made to think he's a Yankee. That oughta do it.
I know that pretty much all of you are entrenched in baseball and the C's now, but let's not forget about the classic original 6 matchup between the B's and the Habs. The last time this matchup occurred, the tables were flipped...Les Canadiens were the 8 seed and the Thornton B's were the 1. Do I need to remind you how that series turned out? 2 words: Saku Koivu.
Opening Day at Fenway today. Three cheers for the harbinger of Spring...the REAL harbinger of spring. The robin can kiss my ass.
05 April 2008
L'Assessment Premiere
I have to start this post by giving out my first throwback accolades of the season to the Jays for their polyester performance last night. Shades of powder blue, dark blue and white, thoughts of Dave Steib and Pat Borders and the most ridiculously forgotten part of the new Jay uniforms, the Jay himself. They seriously need to bring those hats back because they're probably the greatest hat of all time next to the Garvey era Padre caps.
Ok, enough ogling. Hammen asked and he shall receive because, and I'll be totally honest here, I am a giver. Not a taker, like some bloggers I read. You're right though, Jimmy boy. I've been hankering to write a Sox assessment but I wanted to wait until the season was at least a few games in so there could be things to complain about. Sure enough...
At 3-2, the bright spots are Daisuke and Youk. As far as I'm concerned everyone else has been totally mediocre and yet to get into the flow of the season. I can't blame any of them because after all, the boys were on a fantastically absurd road trip to start the season (and still are). But Dice has looked pretty sharp early on and Youk has pretty much picked up where he left off...rock solid in pretty much all phases of the game. Other than that, the offense has been sluggish and pretty sparse while the bullpen has looked both great and horrendous at different times.
I've got to interject here, as I just got back from a mid-blog evacuation during which I read a Men's Health snippit involving my most favorite Sock, Jake Ellsbury. Apparently his encore to the groundbreaking breakthrough he made last year is to break the MLB record for the strength test that scouts use to rate talent. It's a mix of jumping, shuffling, running and throwing medicine balls and his scores are fucking legit. I just love his work ethic, drive and everything about his approach to playing in the majors. He says that he doesn't want to just be great, he wants to be relied upon by his teammates. That's something pretty mature to say for a 24 year-old with minimal MLB experience, isn't it? I think so. But these are just more reasons why Sox fans abounding are salivating over the thought of having Jacoby roaming around center for the next several years. He's the man.
Early predictions, a la Francaise:
1. JD Drew will surpass his homerun total from 2007 by June 15th. Yeah, I know. That's not exactly an achievement, but it's something. As long as he can stay OFF THE DL...he should be swinging sweetly all season.
2. Bartolo Colon will prove to be more valuable to this rotation that anyone could have ever predicted. I don't know why, but I just feel like having him in the 5th slot when that time comes will be huge. A productive Colon will mean a whole hell of a lot to that 'pen.
3. Jacoby will steal 50 bases...playing in less than 100 games. How much is he going to play? I really don't know yet, do you? Coco is serviceable but I really hope his timetable is short. I gotta believe that Tito is dying to implant Ellsbury permanently in center and just platoon Coco when needed to blow Manny or Drew.
I think that's about all I'm going to say for now. It seems to be shaping up that the AL East could be a three team race for much of the year, if the Jays can keep it together. The pitching, as always, will be the key. I don't know what to expect from the Yankees, but all indications early on point to them just not having the pieces to contend for the Division. But they are the Yankees, and that usually supercedes all else.
My Final Four picks were UNC, KU, Memphis and UConn, so I'm pretty much out of contention in my pool. I've got Memphis winning it all but mathematically I can only finish as high as 2nd. Good luck to all those who still have a chance to bring it home.
Ok, enough ogling. Hammen asked and he shall receive because, and I'll be totally honest here, I am a giver. Not a taker, like some bloggers I read. You're right though, Jimmy boy. I've been hankering to write a Sox assessment but I wanted to wait until the season was at least a few games in so there could be things to complain about. Sure enough...
At 3-2, the bright spots are Daisuke and Youk. As far as I'm concerned everyone else has been totally mediocre and yet to get into the flow of the season. I can't blame any of them because after all, the boys were on a fantastically absurd road trip to start the season (and still are). But Dice has looked pretty sharp early on and Youk has pretty much picked up where he left off...rock solid in pretty much all phases of the game. Other than that, the offense has been sluggish and pretty sparse while the bullpen has looked both great and horrendous at different times.
I've got to interject here, as I just got back from a mid-blog evacuation during which I read a Men's Health snippit involving my most favorite Sock, Jake Ellsbury. Apparently his encore to the groundbreaking breakthrough he made last year is to break the MLB record for the strength test that scouts use to rate talent. It's a mix of jumping, shuffling, running and throwing medicine balls and his scores are fucking legit. I just love his work ethic, drive and everything about his approach to playing in the majors. He says that he doesn't want to just be great, he wants to be relied upon by his teammates. That's something pretty mature to say for a 24 year-old with minimal MLB experience, isn't it? I think so. But these are just more reasons why Sox fans abounding are salivating over the thought of having Jacoby roaming around center for the next several years. He's the man.
Early predictions, a la Francaise:
1. JD Drew will surpass his homerun total from 2007 by June 15th. Yeah, I know. That's not exactly an achievement, but it's something. As long as he can stay OFF THE DL...he should be swinging sweetly all season.
2. Bartolo Colon will prove to be more valuable to this rotation that anyone could have ever predicted. I don't know why, but I just feel like having him in the 5th slot when that time comes will be huge. A productive Colon will mean a whole hell of a lot to that 'pen.
3. Jacoby will steal 50 bases...playing in less than 100 games. How much is he going to play? I really don't know yet, do you? Coco is serviceable but I really hope his timetable is short. I gotta believe that Tito is dying to implant Ellsbury permanently in center and just platoon Coco when needed to blow Manny or Drew.
I think that's about all I'm going to say for now. It seems to be shaping up that the AL East could be a three team race for much of the year, if the Jays can keep it together. The pitching, as always, will be the key. I don't know what to expect from the Yankees, but all indications early on point to them just not having the pieces to contend for the Division. But they are the Yankees, and that usually supercedes all else.
My Final Four picks were UNC, KU, Memphis and UConn, so I'm pretty much out of contention in my pool. I've got Memphis winning it all but mathematically I can only finish as high as 2nd. Good luck to all those who still have a chance to bring it home.
02 April 2008
French Knows Best
The comment section recently has been an interesting place for the faithful to discuss my well being and such. As someone who prefers to make most of his own decisions in terms of what he does on a daily basis, I feel the need to address some of those comments. note: I say 'most' decisions because there are decisions that are joint decisions which I make with La and for the most part, I like her to have her way with stuff. Again, French knows best after all.
Hey Bowen, I actually think your idea about getting together on lonely weekends whilst my girl is out cavorting with the Wives Club is a sensational idea and I will add that maybe my Pop can actually join us sometime. I mean, he's a faithful Daily Diversions reader and French reader so the company of the three might make for some interesting conversation. Although I fear that should a conversation revolving around religion arise, things could get a bit dicey...quickly.
Let's put this out there: I have zero tolerance for alcohol anymore. For the most part, I'm as good as comatose after three or four drinks and from that point on it's moot for me to continue to consume alcohol unless I just really, really want the caloric intake on a given night. As Lauren puts it, I get that look in my eye suggesting that I'm not all there. That being said, Bowen, I can either practice for our impending afternoon binges or I can just put you in charge of my care as we consume PBR's. Or Stellas. Mind you, I liken that to taking care of an 90 year-old man with an intense knee problem. And he's drunk. And he has Alzheimers. And he doesn't speak nor see well.
I realize that my lack of tolerance may not be too appealing to many people out there, namely my girlfriend, any guy that might want to hit the town and have a few pops, my father, etc. But I still love beer, so let's not go getting all crazy here and suggest that I give up beer. I really doubt that mon pere was suggesting this at all, but he is right in advocating my new lifestyle which has made me my current fit French self. And I actually went to a bar last night with La and didn't consume any alcohol...just water. Granted I had just come from another hot yoga session and the thought of alcohol after that is sickening. So JB, we're on. You tell me when you want to share a case and a sure-to-be-forgotten conversation. You have yourself a date.
Umass v. Ohio State, NIT Championship.
7pm this evening.
Go.
Go U.
Go Umass.
Go - U - Mass.
I'd also like to throw a congratulations out there to our boy Youk, who set the Major League record for consecutive games without an error at first base. Meanwhile, he's tearing it up offensively as well. I don't know how encouraging the first few games of the season should be but I like what I see out of several players so far. Lester looked mint last night. You know what, it's 4 games. I'll save it.
Hey Bowen, I actually think your idea about getting together on lonely weekends whilst my girl is out cavorting with the Wives Club is a sensational idea and I will add that maybe my Pop can actually join us sometime. I mean, he's a faithful Daily Diversions reader and French reader so the company of the three might make for some interesting conversation. Although I fear that should a conversation revolving around religion arise, things could get a bit dicey...quickly.
Let's put this out there: I have zero tolerance for alcohol anymore. For the most part, I'm as good as comatose after three or four drinks and from that point on it's moot for me to continue to consume alcohol unless I just really, really want the caloric intake on a given night. As Lauren puts it, I get that look in my eye suggesting that I'm not all there. That being said, Bowen, I can either practice for our impending afternoon binges or I can just put you in charge of my care as we consume PBR's. Or Stellas. Mind you, I liken that to taking care of an 90 year-old man with an intense knee problem. And he's drunk. And he has Alzheimers. And he doesn't speak nor see well.
I realize that my lack of tolerance may not be too appealing to many people out there, namely my girlfriend, any guy that might want to hit the town and have a few pops, my father, etc. But I still love beer, so let's not go getting all crazy here and suggest that I give up beer. I really doubt that mon pere was suggesting this at all, but he is right in advocating my new lifestyle which has made me my current fit French self. And I actually went to a bar last night with La and didn't consume any alcohol...just water. Granted I had just come from another hot yoga session and the thought of alcohol after that is sickening. So JB, we're on. You tell me when you want to share a case and a sure-to-be-forgotten conversation. You have yourself a date.
Umass v. Ohio State, NIT Championship.
7pm this evening.
Go.
Go U.
Go Umass.
Go - U - Mass.
I'd also like to throw a congratulations out there to our boy Youk, who set the Major League record for consecutive games without an error at first base. Meanwhile, he's tearing it up offensively as well. I don't know how encouraging the first few games of the season should be but I like what I see out of several players so far. Lester looked mint last night. You know what, it's 4 games. I'll save it.
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