But here's a link to what horseracing needs to get younger people interested in attending. Its Women's Bikini Racing. Too bad you can't bet on them. Mark L here at the plant said they should have a mud pit at the finish to jump in and they should have to wrestle each other. Mark said that, not me.
When I was a teenager, I did watch Wonder Woman. Why? Well, hell, why do you think? I thought Lynda Carter was all that and more. I liked her better than Catherine Bach or Jacklyn Smith. Whoo hoo! Here's the Wiki link. Thanks to Wiki for the top pic and Tony for the bottom one.
2 days in a row for Mark Cuban. In this post, he talks about his involvement in a possible new pro football league. His Wiki link is here, in case you don't know who he is. Back in the day, Mark had Oakland Invader season tickets. This was in the early to mid 80's when the Raiders were in LA. The USFL (here) was a spring pro football league and it was a great idea. Remember, thsi was long before the NFL expanded into the South, and that's the hotbed of football in this country. The league got a TV contract with ESPN and ABC had the championship game on for at least the last season. Only the stupidity of Donald Trump (yep, that Trump) and the outrageous $3 award against the NFL stood in the way of a sucessful football league. Trump wanted to move the season to the fall, to contend with the NFL and force a merger. The suit against the NFL found the USFL to be in the right, but the HUA jury came back with a one dollar judgement agains the NFL. Tripled, that's three dollars and that spelled doom for the league. The American Football Leauge (here) came on in 1960 and by 1966 was a talent equal to the NFL. The AFL was in second tier cities like San Diego, Oakland, and Buffalo. They did expand in 1968 to Miami and Cincinatti. In looking back, I think the AFL could have made a go of it against the NFL. But the merger helped form the monopolisitc juggernaught that the NFL is today. OK, what does this all mean? Can a new league make a go of it? I think the answer is "yes". It will take more than one season, and that's why the XFL didn't make it. The WWE idiots who formed it weren't in it for the long haul and after one season they went away. There are new second tier cities in this country right now. Las Vegas, Sacramento, Orlando, San Antonio are just a few. (Though the Canadian Leauge came in and tried it in a few US cities, the whole league couldn't keep it up and they're struggling to this day) There's almost always a call for watching football. Keeping the ticket price down is key, and the bigger key is a tv contract. TV makes football, it helped the AFL and made the NFL what it is today. Would I like to see it? Yep. The NFL is dull. Recall my post about watching the Soprano's on DVD instead of the Super Bowl. Dull. Mind numbingly dull. Let's see what a new league can do and guys with the proven vision like Mark Cuban has can make wondorous things happen. Would I drive to Sacramento to see a game. Yeah, probably at least once. The only Raider game I went to since they came back cost me almost $400, by the time I bought two good tickets, took the day off work without pay, dinner, BART, you get the idea. Was it worth it? No, not really. Did I have a good time? Yeah, it was fun, but not $400 worth of fun. Its not very likely I'll be back to see the Raiders anytime soon. Its like golf, its just pricing me out of the event and I can get a lot more enjoyment with the same cost riding the scooters and camping.
Ok, let's see here. It obvious that you smoke pot, and a bong (not like I ever have, *cough cough*) is certainly a good way to self medicate, or get high, take your pick. (As I blogged about a while ago, eating pot cookies is the real way to go) For as long as this kind of picture can come back and haunt you, it makes you wonder. Of course, I guess I've blogged about some stupid stuff but I've not got any pics posted of me with a bong in my face wearing a pot bikini. Though I do have a hemp shirt on right now that has pot leaves as palm trees in the design. Still, I'm 46 and am not starting out in life so a Facebook or Myspace pic like this won't come back and bite me in the ass. And hey you potheads, come by and read the rest of the blog, here.
The fallout came to the Mailroom this month, as they lost over 90 shifts worth of work. They did not vote yes on the givebacks and they voted twice. The last vote was 47-2 no. Big 5 is a sporting goods store out this way, and they pay a premium to have most to all the Sunday inserts put into thier insert, or "jacket" as we call it. Between all the Media News papers, they have a big buy with this. Since most of the tab advertisers buy all the papers anyway, one plant can run all the inserts. And, that plant isn't us any more. ANG has had a plant in Hayward since I worked there so many years ago. Their mailroom moved out there a couple of decades ago, when the insert machines came into vogue. You can still buy a zip code, or combonation of zip codes, we're all set up for it. What this means is that our Big 5 work that used to be done here is moving to the Arden facility. And, with that go 90 mailroom shifts. They're not happy and I think they're starting to stonewall their regular work. I'm having greater issues in my dealings with the mailroom and I've made no bones about it. I've stooped so far as to bring my camera with me to the dock and I take pictures of thier sloppy work. Trust me, I'm no longer the most well liked person when I strut through the mailroom these days. Like I care. Cubby thinks that even if the mailroom would have conceded the money, they still would have lost the work. I see that as a valid point but I'm not so sure. What this means for my department is that we get more driving shifts as we ship the Big 5 jacket to Arden and pick up the assembled insert package. Trust me, I'm not happy that I gave this rich bastard $5000 of my money in the year I retire, but I did want to keep my job and I feel that's what the real vote was about.
I got this out of the Nevada Appeal (Carson City, NV). It made the wire services as I saw it in the papers we print. This bad ass bear is in Tahoe. Sadly, a fed bear is a dead bear. But it is a cool picture. And, I do love bears and can't wait to see one again in the wild.
Notice the trash tossed right on top of this girl. Passed out with one shoe on and one off. She's sure marriage materiel, that's for sure. This reminds me of one of the Day on the Greens I went to with the fellas. We waited at the BART ramp early in the morning so we could get decent seats. One gal was already hammered at 5 am and she was still boozing it up when the gates opened. She was on top of a guy's shoulders waving her ticket around and somehow it was dropped on the ground. Nobody saw it but I did. So I picked up the ticket real quietly and held it for a while. The drunk realized she had lost her ticket and was frantic. I let her and her friends stew for a good half hour before I gave it to them. No thanks or nothing. Losers. By the time the main gates opened the drunk was already like the gal above. I'm sure she enjoyed seeing the insides of her eyelids for the cost of a ticket.
This one made me laugh for a solid minute. It doesn't help that there are two cop cars out in front with one having the spotlight on the sculpture. Don't ask why I find stuff like this funny, I don't even know. It just does.
This is Ashley Judd, the best looking of all the Judds. This is the picture the Merc ran, in color no less, on the inside of the sports section with the story covering the Indy 500. What does this have to do with car racing? I guess Mister Ashley Judd won the race. So, that's a good excuse to show the very prettty Ashley Judd in a wet, clingy dress. Not like I have any issue with it, but its not sports. Well, neither is car racing. There, I said it. Car racing is not a sport. Get over it.
Here's a quote from the Freedom From Religion Foundation (here and blogrolled) from JFK. I agree with this and approve this message on JBB.
"I believe in an America where the separation of church and state is absolute--where no Catholic prelate would tell the President (should he be Catholic) how to act, and no Protestant minister would tell his parishioners for whom to vote--where no church or church school is granted any public funds or political preference--and where no man is denied public office merely because his religion differs from the President who might appoint him or the people who might elect him.“I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish--where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source--where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials--and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all. . . .“Finally, I believe in an America where religious intolerance will someday end--where all men and all churches are treated as equal--where every man has the same right to attend or not attend the church of his choice--where there is no Catholic vote, no anti-Catholic vote, no bloc voting of any kind--and where Catholics, Protestants and Jews, at both the lay and pastoral level, will refrain from those attitudes of disdain and division which have so often marred their works in the past, and promote instead the American ideal of brotherhood.” -- John F. Kennedy, born on May 29, 1917 (d. 1963). Speech to the Greater Houston Ministerial Association, Rice Hotel, September 12, 1960
How can you allow yourself to be this unprotected? Once when I was working at the alarm company (and its a shame there wasn't digital photography then) I was at a call about 5:30 in the morning and it was a good "attack" on a sub's premise. The two cops (in two cars) had pulled up when I was out and about the outside of the building. When I walked up to them to tell them it was a good call they were both asleep. Okkkaaaay. I went to my car to call in the info and see when the owner would be out and the cops woke up and drove away. Shitheads and lazy to boot. The owner told us to clear the call and he would be out after I got off shift and the dayside service would help him. I had him call back out the police to take a report, and I knew it would get back to the sleepyheads as to why they didn't see it in the first place. Y'know, work with me and I'll work with you. Act like I'm a flunky and you'll get embarassed if I get the chance.
Here's a bulletin board series of posts on rv.net that talk about the Kansas Highway Patrol assigning troopers to ride in commercial trucks with a radar gun and radio to report violations to their fellow troopers for citing. Is it really for safety or for revenue generation?
Mark Cuban is a very bright guy and filthy rich. He's earned every penny of what he has and I admire him for that. He owns the Dallas Mavericks NBA team and treats his players very well. He make his money by forming and selling broadcast.com (or something like that) for a bizillion dollars. His take on the music business and CD's is here. I like his point that the music industry's decision to tie buying music to having a computer with internet access is a mistake. And, I must be one of the 100 people left who still listen to CD's and music on the radio. I'm a dinosaur.
We met my dad when I was 4.5 and my mom married him just after I turned 7. He was divorced with three young boys who became my brothers. We're all two years apart. The next oldest brother never could accept my mom and I coming on the scene. Right around the time we arrived, my brother's mom passed away. My brother basically blamed my mom and I for it and I took the brunt of his anger for decades. I was a quiet shy sweet child and I was prey for my brother. I had to room with him and that left me nowhere to go for safety. My parents tried to put a stop to it but they were not sucessful. I don't think even to this day that they know just how bad the abuse was that I took from my brother. As I was taking the verbal and physical abuse, I trusted in the belief that one day I would move away and never have to see him again. This helped me get through the beatings. We all grew up and left home. I would see my brother on the holidays and it was never pleasant. Once I got too big to pick on he began to pick on my son. I called him out on a couple of Christmas' and eventually it would be years between times we would be in the same room. His feelings for me have not changed. I've never been directly invited to his house. Which is OK, because I wouldn't go on a bet. When my oldest brother died, he told my parents words to the effect that he didn't treat me very well growing up. Gee, no shit Sherlock. Of course he doesn't have what it takes to address it with me to my face, he uses my parents to relay the message. Coward. My oldest brother died over three years ago and I've seen this brother one time since the funeral. I gave a powerful speech at the service and my brother actually praised me for it. Hell, if you would have ever given me a chance... The truth came out about how his mom died. We were all never supposed to know. I won't tell you all what happened, but once the facade of "we drove his mother away" was shattered, he still wouldn't come clean with me. OK, where am I going with this? I've dealt with all of this on many levels. I choose not to see my brother. He chooses not to see me. When we're stuck being at the same event we are civil to each other, but that's it. He doesn't come to the Thursday dinners, which is just as well. I would just stop going if he started. What I can't stop is the goddamn dreams. I dream about his abuse on an occasional basis. This really sucks ass. I had yet another dream about it yesterday morning after work. I'm noticing more of these dreams as I get older. I also find myself standing up to my brother more in my dreams. This is certainly curious. But, the dreams still profoundly upset me. And they're not going away. So, the abuse never really stops, even though I haven't taken anything like this in real life for years and years. Still, he gets me in my sleep even now. I choose to come out about this in public because I'm not ashamed of it and if any of you are being victimized like I was, well, you're not alone. If you're married to your abuser, you must leave. It will never get better. If you're growing up like I did, hold on. Once you're out on your own, it gets better. This is one of the reasons I just don't like being around people who I don't like and who don't like me. And, the older I get the less tolerance I have for shit like that. Still, dreams should be about winning the lottery (like the one I had last week) not reliving this kind of terror. And, it never goes away.
Assorted pics of Sandra and I at Disneyland in September of 2003. Notice I'm in Toady's car on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (still my favorite, don't ask me why). I weighed about 275 pounds in these pics, if I had to put a number on where I want to be, this would be a good start. Fitting into XXL shirts is a good thing.
Xavier has a good post here about Memorial Day. My dad's brother, Manuel, didn't come home from Europe. He was a P-51 pilot who was killed in a plane crash. My dad is the youngest of 12 and I think he's the last surviving brother. Recently, he got the crate that the Air Force sent home after Manuel's death. I guess the gal he married in Britain didn't want the stuff. There was his dress uniform and some medals. There was also actual gun footage of Manuel's missions. Its just like what you see on tv. He even nails a German Me-109 on film.
I don't know why we "celebrate" this day. People shouldn't be wishing each other a "happy" Memorial Day. It should be a day of reflection and honoring those who didn't come home. What the hell is wrong with our country.
Chuck, Nicole and Kyleigh. They took formal pics before coming to visit. I don't know what's up with the baby and the toungue rolling, its something new. A nice young family with all the world at thier feet.
I had a couple of new visitors to the blog yesterday, Alicia and Antoinette. They are young women who work at the Quickie Mart that I stop at and get my soda and stuff. I was told today that there were no pictures of the grandbaby, and as it turns out the beautiful baby came by for a visit today. Here's a couple of pics with Auntie.
I have a tattoo from a picture and its a lot better looking than this one. Getting a tattoo is one of the times you have to truly trust someone else to do something than probably cannot be fixed if not done well the first time. I've been lucky with Corey at Lucky 7 in Kings Beach, CA. He is the man. I need to get my other tats photographed and on the blog.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.