tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91820475360130305622024-03-08T03:34:01.525-08:00Ducks Out Of A RowSome men have millions of dollars, large houses and expensive cars... I have a blog.j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-82639417552628835932013-06-13T19:29:00.000-07:002013-06-16T16:39:51.596-07:00Nobody Ever Buys Me Pillows with My Face on Them<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“<i>All winter long—and Michigan
winters are roughly 11 ½ months of the year—I have been waiting for summer. Now
that this glorious time of year is upon us, when the hell is it going to get
cold again? Seriously, the muggy weather is going to kill me. Literally</i>.” –
Some famous, highly-intelligent, and probably very good-looking anonymous man
(or woman) (but definitely a man)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That right there, folks, is the reason that sometimes
procrastination is the best policy. I wrote it yesterday for this little blog
of mine, but then I wound up putting it off for other things and never got back
to it. Well, today was freaking beautiful. We had some rain overnight that
cleared out the mugginess and saved my life. Literally.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, so now where was I? Oh yeah, the new Ducks feature: </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I Learned from the Internet Today</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paris Hilton owns pillows with a picture of her face on
them. (I’ll give you a moment to make sure that you read that correctly.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Yep, you read that correctly.)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can check out the rather surreal “pillows picture” via </span><a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/celeb-news/paris-hilton-hopes-moviegoers-learn-watching-bling-ring-180544641.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this
link</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. (Feel free to read the article if you are so inclined, but the pic is
really the icing on the cake if you ask me.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can’t imagine—and I </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>am</i></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> rather imaginative—how weird it
would feel to have pillows with pictures of my face on them. But I suppose that
I am ignoring the obvious practicality: theft prevention. Who would steal pillows—a
common problem facing our nation, sadly—with my face on them? And even if
someone did, it would be easy to prove they are mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your honor, my defendant is clearly innocent.” [Jerkface
lawyer for sleazeball pillow thief]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Objection! He clearly has my client’s pillows.” [My awesome
attorney, which is probably me representing myself]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Judge looks at pillows—hereto referred to as “Exhibits A-Q.”)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yep, those are you. I hereby sentence the pillow-thieving
Justin Beiber to life in prison and $350,753 in restitution. Good day, sir.” [Judge
Judy]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you, Judy-licious.” [me]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Baby, baby, baby.” [The Beibs]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah, I’d better get some pillows with my face on them soon.</span></div>
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j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-75351192902233107502013-06-09T15:05:00.000-07:002013-06-09T15:05:01.053-07:00#dropcrotchpants<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Welcome to the triumphant return of Ducks Out Of A Row! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to hear 7 billion people rejoicing at once, there you go.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Realizing how rapidly our world is heading down the tubes since my last post—more on this in a moment—I decided it is necessary to come in with those EMT paddles and resuscitate my little corner of the Internet. A couple of mighty electric shocks to the chest later and here we are. TGFOC! (Thank God for <a href="http://www.healthcare.gov/law/">ObamaCare</a>.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So how, exactly, does one realize that the world is heading down the tubes? Easy… drop-crotch pants.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I truly wish that I could say otherwise, but drop-crotch pants are unfortunately a real thing, and are exactly what they sound as though they would be: pants with the crotch dropped. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, I once vowed that I would refrain from making more Justin Beiber jokes, but I never said anything about giving the Beibs a chance to make the joke for himself. As such, here is an example of drop-crotch pants:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The kid is apparently a </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.google.com/search?q=justin+bieber+drop+crotch+pants&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=TPi0UbWyLYLPywGB3oCwAQ&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAQ&biw=1366&bih=624">huge
fan</a> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">of them. So, um, he’s got that going for him, right?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I thought that skinny jeans were pretty terrifying. They are not particularly flattering and I’ve seen very few people—and I am under-utilizing the word “very” in this instance—who can actually pull them off and look decent. (Note: I’m saying “decent” and not “fabulous” or “attractive” or “sane.”) But drop-crotch takes the awfulness to another level… an </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WF3mDhKr01Q">HNL</a></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">,</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> if you will. (That’s for all the MadTV fans out there who also happen to be Ducks Out Of A Row fans, of which I’m sure there are plenty.) (If you are not a fan, the 3:00 mark of the linked video explains "HNL.")</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There were no crotch drop pants at the time of my previous post (probably around 20 years ago now*). But then I began my well-deserved blogging sabbatical and apparently all hell broke loose. Using my tremendous powers of deduction, I put one and one together and realized that if I wanted to live in a drop-crotch pants-free world—and who, besides The Beibs, wouldn’t?—I need to bring my blog back (much like Justin Timberlake saving us all from the sexy-less world prior to 2006, when he brought sexy back).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, I’ve decided that I am not going to sit idly and watch my society be decimated by such travesties as skinny jeans and drop-crotch pants. Nope, not on my watch. And this means the return of the Ducks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">* Nowhere close to 20 years.</span><br />
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j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-60867400865363306782012-02-26T09:14:00.000-08:002012-02-26T09:32:14.015-08:00Plunder and Pillage or: Confession and Opinion<br />
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There are two separate (<i>but
equal?</i>) issues I need to delve into today.
<b>First</b>, I have a confession. <b>Second</b>,
I have an opinion (unrelated to the aforementioned confession). Now, if you go back and read some of my old
posts, you will find that I have an uncanny ability to ramble with the best of
them. I have received wonderful comments
along the lines of “<b>I usually just skim
long posts, but actually read yours</b>” or “<b>you are so funny</b>” or “<b>I like
ducks and you should too so meet exotic singles at my website
cougardatingfornerds.com</b>”. As such,
I feel comfortable just laying all this out there for you.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Confession time…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t really know what I want from this little (but
internationally-acclaimed) blog of mine.
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Ducks has been <i>woefully</i>
neglected and usually falls to the very bottom of my priority list.* Part of this reason has to do with the fact
that I simply have more important things to do than write a blog that generates
no revenue, but requires time. The
other, larger contributing reason is that I am unsure of its purpose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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*<b>Reason Why You Need
a Freelance Writer #879:</b> I love the
fact that grammar check hasn’t picked up on the fact that “ducks has” is technically
incorrect and should be “ducks have”… unless this program is scary-intelligent
and knows that “Ducks” is my blog.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As mentioned, I’ve never received a dime from writing my
posts. This little fact has not had an
impact on how much I enjoy producing these rambling pieces.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Quick note, related
to absolutely nothing:</b> I have a cat
sitting on my shoulder right now. I feel
like half a pirate, half an old cat lady.
I want to go to Wal-Mart and start plundering the blue hair dye
section. Yargh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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(See, that’s why it’s for the best that these pieces aren’t merely
skimmed over. You’d be sitting there
saying “Confession. Opinion. Low priority.
I need a freelance writer. He’s a
pirate. He’s an old cat lady. Skimmed over…
Got it.” and totally missing out on the image of me going to Wal-Mart
and plundering the blue hair dye section.
Think about how much it would suck to miss out on<i> that</i>!)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Uh, moving along…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was saying that I’ve never received any financial
compensation, but enjoy writing the blog.
So the purpose of Ducks Out Of A Row is not necessarily a money-making
venture. (<b>Note:</b> There is a donation button off to the side
and the previous comment doesn’t mean “don’t not use it if you were previously
going to.” Just sayin’…) (But, seriously, <u>don’t</u> feel bad if you weren’t going to,
because it would certainly be unexpected.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Besides not being about the money, this blog is also
definitely not about playing the “get followers” game. Yes, I would like a lot of followers. If I was able to entertain/inform/promote
thought/etc. a plethora of people, I would be quite happy. This is, after all, a reason writers write. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But in the blogosphere, there is a certain game that goes
on. The goal is to win followers by
being an <b>active</b> (key word right
there…) follower on other blogs. It is a
quid pro quo system and I get that. If
you want fellow bloggers to read your blog and make insightful comment, then
you should read theirs, too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The issue I run into with this, though, is that it is
terribly time-consuming. I enjoy reading
other peoples’ blogs. (In the past, I’ve
highlighted a handful that I am particularly fond of reading.) And I like being able to make meaningful
comments—above and beyond “<b>nice post</b>”
or “<b>I agree so visit my website
makelotsofmoneydoingabsolutelynothingatallandmeetrichguyslookingtomarryyou.com</b>”—but
that all takes time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So the purpose of Ducks isn’t making money or gaining
followers (merely for the sake of having a lot of followers). Well, it’s also definitely not “about me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I mentioned in a previous post about a young punk commenting
“What, do you write about what you had for breakfast?” Without going back and reading that post
again, I’m sure I made the point that my life, in and of itself, isn’t that
interesting. I think that my thoughts,
observations, and opinions about various issues can be—or I wouldn’t waste time
sharing them—but I am not a superhero or celeb.
I don’t hobnob with power players or shape national policies. Contrary to popular opinion, I’m <b><u>not</u></b> Justin Bieber posting under
an alias.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I suppose that I don’t really know what the purpose of Ducks
is. An old friend of mine told me that
she always liked receiving email from me because they always made her think and
laugh. If I can do that for anyone who
reads this, perhaps that is the purpose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Time for an opinion…<o:p></o:p></div>
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The above, first section of this post is probably sufficient
by itself, but I saw something in the paper this morning that made me go “I don’t
agree with that at all” and felt it was worth sharing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mitt Romney, evidently, would like to “ax Amtrak, PBS” if
elected President. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Not sure if I’ve mentioned this here or not, but I fall
somewhere between Republican and Democrat.
I am rather liberal in some regards, but conservative in others. As such, you won’t find me bashing candidates
from either party, as long as I agree with what they have to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t agree with his proposed privatization of PBS.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In a very simplistic view, Republicans eschew large
government and Democrats prefer not to see too much power given to large
corporations. Personally, I am vehemently
against large government and large corporations. (Power to the people… says the hippy
blogger.)<o:p></o:p></div>
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The privatization of PBS would put too much (more) power
into the hands of corporations. Whereas
Mr. Romney would be “willing to have Big Bird look at Corn Flakes from time to
time,” I am not in favor of Kellogg’s being able to dictate what happens on the
show. <o:p></o:p></div>
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(Admittedly, I don’t think Kellogg’s would ask for the
Sesame Street crew to start slinging drugs or popping caps in rival gang members’ asses… but I
still consider this to be a slippery slope.) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Corporate America (for the most part) does <b>NOT</b> have the issues of the public at
large in its heart. Their loyalties lie
with the shareholders and, essentially, the chase for as many dollars as
possible… consequences be damned.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The flawed part of this, in my non-economist opinion, is
that <i>they really should</i>. (It is in the best interest of all corporations
to care for the American public—the major consumer base—and promote the general
welfare.) What drives me nuts, speaking
as an anti-big government guy, is that the government is, supposedly, mandated
with having concern for the “general welfare.”
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Unfortunately, those whose best interests should be in mind
don’t have the resources (read as “money”) that the fiscal elite do. The government is in the pocket of major
corporations, plain and simple. Are
there lobbyists for “the common man”?
Nope. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Note:</b> Does this make me a cynical idealist? Perhaps, but I see things the way I see
things. .. just like everyone else does.
All I can do is express my position and listen to other sides. If they make a compelling case, I’ll ponder
it all and see if I need to adjust my position.
I am, if nothing else, a fairly open-minded guy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yes, the federal government (and most state/local ones, as
well)<b> needs</b> to curb spending. I fully acknowledge this point. But I don’t think giving corporations, which
may or may not be paying enough in taxes (honestly, I really don’t know, but do
hear an <i>awful</i> lot about tax loopholes
for corporations and the wealthy…), influence over “public” television is the
way to go.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The last thing this society needs is documentaries on Propecia
being a wonder drug for everyone and how your life would be so much better if
you took it, or a Masterpiece Theater play featuring the E*TRADE baby helping
diversify your portfolio. (Actually,
that second one would probably be <i>quite </i>humorous,
as those ads are rather genius. But
still…)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe this rambling is coming off as a bunch of socialist
rhetoric, I don’t know. What I do know
is that I have zero trust for Corporate America to have my best interest—or that
of my fellow private citizens—at heart.
For this reason, I disagree with Senor Romney regarding this matter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now perhaps I’ll “stick it to The Man” by heading to
Wal-Mart and plundering the blue hair dye section. Power—and blue hair—to the people!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Editor’s note: He’s not going to “stick it’ to anyone via
plunder or pillage. We’ll make sure of
it.<o:p></o:p></b></div>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-73308194475798758062012-02-12T16:50:00.000-08:002012-02-12T17:19:50.797-08:00Breakfast of Champions<span style="font-family: inherit;">Back in the Fall, I had mentioned to a teenage punk –
apparently I’ve turned 80 – that I had a (woefully-in-need-of-updating)
blog. The kid’s response was something
along the lines of “What, do you write about what you had for breakfast?” <br /> <br />See, it feels like I’ve been struggling with blog ideas of
as of late – rather uncharacteristically, speaking as someone who falls in the “creative
type” category – and was wondering if people might actually be interested in
what I had for breakfast.<br /> <br />If so, I feel bad, because it’s not going to happen.<br /> <br />(Okay, I don’t really feel that bad about it. I mean, my breakfast consisting of exotic
foods eaten in fascinating places with super-celebrities while doing activities
like extreme snorkeling or discussing realistic solutions for world peace isn’t
really that interesting. No one wants to
hear about that…)<br /> <br />Anyhow, I haven’t been feeling particularly creative, but I
lost sight of the fact that my method is to sit down and start writing. Everything else flows from that and I needn’t
worry about it so much. <br /> <br />I suppose that I’ve
been thinking a lot as of late about the fact that the universe never rewards
inaction. Planning is fine – and often
quite necessary – but it doesn’t mean anything unless steps are taken.<br /> <br />I’ve been guilty in the past of putting too much emphasis on
the planning part of a process and not enough on the “actually doing it” part.<br /> <br />Right now I’m going through a personal revitalization stage. Continual improvement has always been, and
will always be, one of the main focuses of my life. But sometimes I get so caught up in the “how
am I going to do this” that I don’t place enough effort in taking steps. I wait too long for the fabled “perfect plan”
to be developed when such a thing doesn’t exist.<br /> <br />There needs to be a balance between planning and doing, but
my scale was weighted too heavily on planning and it left me ineffective in
certain regards. This has been a major
realization… one that I’m embarrassed has taken so long to A) recognize and B)
taken action against.<br /> <br />But no more.<br /> <br />When I started this post, I didn’t have a particular
direction I was thinking about taking things.
Sometimes I do… just not today. That is okay, though, because I now have a completed post.<br /> <br />Oh, my breakfast was oatmeal and scrambled eggs. (You’re welcome.)</span><br />
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</div>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-27316299979979747922012-01-26T16:42:00.000-08:002012-02-12T17:20:24.883-08:00Keeping Up with the Ducks<span style="font-family: inherit;">One of the lucky people who shares the same domestic dwelling as myself -- and may or may not be Mrs. Ducks Out Of A Row -- happens to like tv shows featuring Kardashians. I am feeling the need to share something with you pertinent to this fact...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So there's this show called "Kim and Kortney Take New York" (or something to that effect... I'm not 100% sure and, admittedly, do not care enough to fact check this). It features an <b>uber-talented</b> and<b> not-nearly-famous-enough</b> lady named Kim Kardashian. (That's weird, the patented Sarcasm Detector 3000 here at Ducks is going haywire. Huh.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Evidently -- remember, I'm not the fan of the show -- Kim (the show's apparent "hero") got married recently to this basketball player named Kris Humphries. The two seem to be having a problem adjusting to married life. (Happens to all of us, right? Right??) Now, the editors are portraying Kris as some kind of doofus -- or maybe he's portraying himself as such in a brilliant performance -- but I think he's simply misunderstood. (Many geniuses are.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You know, in spite of their current problems, I think the two will work it out and have a long, happy marriage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Also, I'm thinking the show will probably sweep the Emmys for all the major categories, including: Best Actress, Best Writing, Best Use of Curvaceous Body in a Crappy TV Series and Best Prop (which will go to Kris Humphries).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That show <b><i>does</i></b> boast a rather talented cast. (Why is the Sarcasm Detector 3000 shaking violently???)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Editor's Note:</b> R.I.P. Sarcasm Detector 3000.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">(Or maybe 2011 was a really awful year -- probably the worst since I lost my mom to cancer in 1999 -- and it is time to get back on my feet and bring you, my beloved billions of readers, even more award-winning content than ever before.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">If you've never heard the sound of the enter world rejoicing at once, take a minute and listen to the collective reaction to this news. <i>That</i> is what it sounds like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">I saw on CNN -- scrolling across the bottom of the screen, nonetheless -- that a company was going to have "slightly-less than expected losses" and couldn't help but wonder if that is cause for celebration or not? On one hand, slightly-less than expected losses" is considerably better than "significantly-more than expected losses." On the other, it's still losses. So do they break out the bubbly? Do they fire some office slackers (the ones who contributed to the not-enormous losses)? Do they hire me for a very large fee to fire some office slackers? If they were smart, they would!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">(It's things like that that I wonder about... and fully assume that means you do, too.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">I like seeing what Internet searches are popular and trending. (The "trending" part is important, because if I'm just going with "popular," there would probably be a lot of results for adult-themed websites.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Speaking of "adult-themed websites," people were looking up "Bikini bodyguards train in China." Bikini bodyguards? Are we really sure that Communism isn't the way to go? (Okay, I completely acknowledge that this isn't "adult-themed" -- more like "PG-13-themed" -- but I needed a good segue.</span><span style="line-height: 20px;">)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;">It was recently brought to my attention that MTV ignored my pleas to send the Jersey Shore cast to Iran for the new season. I don't know what they are thinking. I mean, I'd actually watch the show if that was the premise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-70188884567536803202011-04-22T07:29:00.000-07:002011-04-22T10:37:53.708-07:00Happy Good Earth Friday Day<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span >As a wise man once said: "One thing -- depending on the thing -- can be good. Two things -- once again, depending on the things -- can be even better." We have found ourselves in such a glorious, rare situation today. Today is <b>both</b> Earth Day and Good Friday (listed alphabetically in order to adhere to The Ducks' policy on fairness, equality and whatnot). </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Side note: </b> Adding "As a wise man once said" to anything gives it a greater sense of credibility, I find.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span>The two holidays have gallantly merged forces and settled on April 22nd this year to become something inherently greater than their individual selves. </span>(Or it just happens to be coincidence that they fall on the same day this year... but that would be a preposterous notion, if I ever heard one.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So I want to extend a warm "Happy Good Earth Friday Day" to all my readers and followers and the other three people in this world who are not part of either of those categories. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >For the non-Catholic/non-Environmentalist readers, I still bid you a pleasant day and suggest that you feel free to revel in the celebration... much like non-Christians do for Christmas and the non-Jewish do for Passover.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">(Wait... What's that you say? Passover hasn't<i> </i>veered into the secular realm the same way?? I don't believe it, but if it's true -- long shot -- surely it has <i>nothing</i> to do with the consumerist appeal of Christmas.)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Moving along...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">In spite of the good cheer normally presented on Good Earth Friday Day, the French are pissed. (And rightfully so, I might add.) Apparently, the riot police in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region> are no longer allowed to have a glass of wine or beer -- please note that I didn't say "and/or," which is a travesty in and of itself -- with their lunches. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">This morning, while getting a thoughtful Good Earth Friday Day gift for my wife (read as "picking up coffee, as I would on a non-super-holiday"), I listened to an NPR interview conducted with an irate Frenchman over this very matter. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Since all other government officials -- including police of the non-riot variety -- are allowed (encouraged??) to have a drink at lunch, riot police should, too... evidently. For it <b>not</b> to happen in this manner means that the one group is unequal to the others and this is unacceptable. Additionally, it means that the government is not following their own rule: "Everyone should drink some alcohol at lunchtime, especially those who operate heavy machinery, operate on people, govern the land and/or make wine." (You are impressed with my vast knowledge of French law, no doubt.)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">The gentleman being interviewed was, understandably, <b>quite </b>upset. His British interviewer, though, was wondering what kind logical reason there would be for riot police to drink on working hours. It was <s>kindly</s> pointed out that "lunch time" is not actually working hours. (That is some bloody brilliant reasoning prowess right there.) The interviewer pressed on until the Frenchman surrendered. "They should drink at lunch because everyone else does," was his (somewhat paraphrased) answer.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Maybe I need to move to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">In other news, a topic that is currently trending on Bing.com is "Mandy Moore's hair." Now, I have to admit that -- like the billions of other people captivated by this fascinating topic -- I've searched for Mandy Moore's hair. Turns out it's on top of her head. (Who woulda guessed?)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Final thought for the day... </b> As a wise man once said: Mandy Moore's hair is awesome.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">Happy Good Earth Friday Day, all you party people! </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>NOTE:</b><i> I know that Good Friday is not only for those of Catholic faith, but to have said "non-Christian" twice, instead of mixing it up, just didn't flow as well. If you were offended, I kindly offer a full money-back guarantee. Contact our Complaint Department at someone.elses.email@yahoo.com. Thank you. - Mgmt</i></span></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span></p>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-77441793677347036902011-04-18T07:38:00.000-07:002011-04-18T08:10:55.430-07:00Climbing Back<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial">"They" were right... these blog posts <b><i>aren't </i></b>going to write themselves!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">It's been awhile, but I'm back.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">(And just in time to make some Charlie Sheen jokes...</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">Wait, what's that you say?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">Old news??</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">Hmmmmm.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">I suppose I can provide insightful commentary on that whole Nipplegate fiasco, then.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">I bet Justin Timberlake's career is over after that scandal.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">What?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">He was in a </span><span ><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Social_Network">critically-acclaimed motion picture</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">??</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">*shakes head in disbelief*)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">So where have I been?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Well, climbing back after dropping off the face of the earth isn't an easy task to do.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>First, one must find the edge of the earth.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Then, he must be foolish enough to drop (or be pushed).<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Finally, he must find the intestinal fortitude to climb back up.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">"What does that even mean?"</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">I am moving in a new career direction and it hasn't been easy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">"Oh.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Why not just say so in the first place?'</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Well, you guys know how I roll here at the Ducks.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>(Like starting a sentence with "Well," twice in the same post.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Who else could possibly pull that off?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Maybe Shakespeare?<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Possibly a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters? <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Probably Charlie Sheen!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Other than that, no one.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Yes!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I worked my Charlie Sheen bit in today.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That, my friends,<b><i> is</i></b> winning.</span></p></div>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-81568688516483935892011-03-04T12:39:00.000-08:002011-03-04T13:00:33.734-08:00Open Letter to Beloved Readers<div style="text-align: left;">Dear Beloved Readers,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just wanted to write a quick note and apologize for my extended absence. I've been <s>too wrapped up following the Charlie Sheen insanity</s> going through some things on a personal level and will be back tomorrow with answers to the questions you guys asked in response to my previous post.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the meantime, let me share this:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The other night I walked into the bedroom, flicked on the light and announced "There had better NOT be any cats under the bed."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(Note: We have two cats and they sometimes hide under the bed, even though they KNOW they are not allowed in the bedroom.)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i></i>After a brief pause, I said the following (in my best "commercial for a D.A. candidate" voice): "John Neeb -- Tough on cats, tough on crime."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sadly, I was completely sober (as is usually the case).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Kind regards,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Ducks Guy</div>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-44494897731860370142011-02-21T11:12:00.000-08:002011-02-21T11:16:55.473-08:00The Greatest Idea of My Life EverThis is going to be a short one today, peeps. See, I'm still not feeling like myself and, whereas I'm certainly not one who feels obligated to post, I am toughing it out and taking one for the team today. (<strong>Note:</strong> You guys are "the team.")<br /><br />"What could possibly coerce our beloved Ducks Guy into doing this?" (You are very likely asking yourselves...)<br /><br />Well, I have to make a public apology (according to the Ducks' legal department).<br /><br />I need to apologize to the fine folks at Taco Bell -- the people who make delicious "beef-flavored-product-that-represents-beef" tacos -- for claiming that their food gave me food poisoning. Wasn't them...<br /><br />It was McDonald's.<br /><br />Just kidding. It wasn't a food chain. I didn't have food poisoning. I was "just" sick. (I know, you are all probably disappointed. I mean, "poisoning" is scandalous and exciting. "Sick" is lame. All the mystery and intrigue of the apparent conspiracy has evaporated. My bad.)<br /><br />I realized this because I'm still kind of feeling it. And I found out that I had a three-digit temperature on Thursday night... well beyond 24-hours after my Taco Bell excursion.<br /><br />Since this is kind of a crappy post, and my last one was a <s>total</s> partial cop-out post, I'm going to make it up to you with quite possibly the greatest idea I've ever had. So check this out, yo...<br /><br />My next post will be interactive. I'm going to answer questions... questions provided by you guys! <br /><br />Details:<br /><br /><strong>1)</strong> First ten questions that appear in the Comments section will be answered in the next Ducks post.<br /><strong>2)</strong> One question per person. (Or else I would just jump in and fire off ten before anyone else has a chance.)<br /><strong>3)</strong> If we don't get to 10, I will create random questions. Or use Google's autocomplete function to find ones that a lot of people apparently ask. Either way...<br /><strong>4)</strong> Nothing too personal. (Ducks Out Of A Row is always better when it's not too much about me... Think of today's debacle as an example of that.)<br /><strong>5)</strong> No prizes.<br /><strong>6)</strong> No entry fee. (Hopefully this alleviates any pain from Detail #6.)<br /><strong>7) </strong><br /><strong>8)</strong> No questions about Justin Bieber. (J. Bieb jokes are a thing of the past here at the Ducks.)<br /><strong>9)</strong> If you don't want to know, don't ask.<br /><strong>10)</strong> If you want incredible answers, ask incredible questions.<br /><br />Pretty simple, huh? Now let's see what you got!j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-31250840855211937932011-02-17T07:43:00.000-08:002011-02-17T07:47:51.343-08:00Total Partial Cop OutAlright peeps, it's like this...<br /><br />So yesterday we had the great Bernard Pivot blogfest hosted by Nicole at <a href="http://nicoleducleroir.blogspot.com/">One Significant Moment at a Time</a>. It was a tremendous amount of fun for all parties involved and I want to publicly thank her for putting it together. (Thanks, Nicole!)<br /><br />Yesterday I also had some really <strong>BAD</strong> Taco Bell. We are talking "food poisoning" levels of badness. I'll spare you the details, but I just want it to be known that I'm not bringing my A-game today... and I feel awful about that. Here I have a bunch of new followers -- <strong><span style="color:#000099;">Hi, new followers!! Welcome to the Ducks!</span></strong> -- and I am struggling to roll out some fantastic new content…<br /><br />I have body aches, am freezing half-to-death (although, it's always extremely cold in this part of the office...) and did not have a single twenty minute stretch of actual sleep last night. (I feel bad for my wife, because I probably set a new world record for "times tossing around in bed by a single entrant.")<br /><br />(<strong>Note to self:</strong> Contact Guinness World Records.)<br /><br />(<strong>Note to Guinness World Records:</strong> It <em>IS</em> a totally legit record and I swear that I will stalk you until you put me in your record book.)<br /><br />Okay, I know that I was going to spare details, but I can't remember the last time I threw up from non-drinking purposes. Not that I drink to that level of inebriation anymore... Mostly I'm thinking back to college days. Except the night of my Grandma's funeral, when I might have had "a few too many." But that was just unhealthy coping on my behalf.<br /><br />(She was quite awesome and I miss her.)<br /><br />Anyhow, this post is clearly not up to par. Now, being the world's <strong><em>greatest</em></strong> problem-solver that I am (You taking notes, Guinness people?), I thought that today might be a nice chance to put together a sampling of "The Best of the Ducks." (Not sure if that is world record-worthy or not, but we should probably assume that it is.)<br /><br />Without further ado...<br /><br /><strong>My take on bully holidays:</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/02/wolly-bully-2-even-wollier-even-bullier.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/02/wolly-bully-2-even-wollier-even-bullier.html</a><br /><br /><strong>Ducks Out Of A Row resolutions:</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/01/ducks-guy-makes-new-years-resolutions.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/01/ducks-guy-makes-new-years-resolutions.html</a><br /><br /><strong>One of the few times I get political:</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-get-political-political-i-wanna.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-get-political-political-i-wanna.html</a><br /><br /><strong>How to incorporate Bill Cosby, Jerry Maguire, Outkast, Jersey Shore, and Bill Gates into a single post:</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-up-for-lost-time.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-up-for-lost-time.html</a><br /><br /><strong>Sometimes I get awards:</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/06/award-winning-ducks.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/06/award-winning-ducks.html</a><br /><br /><strong>Sometimes I host Justin Beiber contests (well, not quite...):</strong> <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/06/justin-bieber-contest-uh-brace.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/06/justin-bieber-contest-uh-brace.html</a><br /><br /><strong>And, just because I can, this post (the very one you are reading right now): <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/02/total-partial-cop-out.html">http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/02/total-partial-cop-out.html</a></strong>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-29441793245996387812011-02-16T05:46:00.000-08:002011-02-16T05:52:25.409-08:00The Bernard Pivot Blogfest<a href="http://nicoleducleroir.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Nicole Ducleroir @ One Significant Moment at a Time</a> is hosting this cool blogfest, with the chance of winning prizes! The blogfest is aimed at getting to know your fellow bloggers better.<br /><br />All you have to do, is to answer the following questions:<br /><br /><strong>What is your favorite word?<br /></strong><br />“Yes.” When people tell me that, I love it. (Except when I ask “Do these jeans make my ass look fat?”) (<strong>Note to self:</strong> Stop asking that… especially to random elderly people on the streets. They are just soooo brutally honest.)<br /><br />“Yes” is a leaping ground for possibility. Kind of like “Hey, would it be okay if I borrowed your cat for this play I’m putting on in my garage?” If you don’t ask, you don’t get the cat. (As I’m fond of saying…)<br /><br />I’m a “possibilities” kind of guy, so I suppose there is something to that. <br /><br /><strong>What is your least favorite word?<br /></strong><br />Well, if “yes” is my favorite, it would be natural to assume that “no” is my least favorite, right? Wrong. (Sorry about that, folks…)<br /><br />The “N” word is my least favorite. I can’t even force myself to type it out. There are some other, vulgar words that make the list, but the hatred that particular word entails – for no good reason – makes me sick to my stomach. <br /><br />(If you don’t know what the “N” word is, it’s a racist term for someone whose skin just happens to be a bit darker and rhymes with “Tigger.”)<br /><br /><strong>What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?<br /></strong><br />Creatively: booze<br /><br />Spiritually: booze<br /><br />Emotionally: booze<br /><br />(<strong>Okay, time for the real answers:</strong> “Other impressive creative works, regardless of medium. An incredibly written song, a page-turner book, any movie featuring Pauly Shore, etc.” “Kindness.” “Positivity.”)<br /><br /><strong>What turns you off?<br /></strong><br />Bureaucracy. (<strong>Note:</strong> I work in one of the most bureaucratic kinds of work environments and it drives me nuts!)<br /><br /><strong>What is your favorite curse word?<br /></strong><br />Now, I actually don’t swear all that often. For one thing, I’m a pretty laidback guy most of the time. It takes a lot to ruffle my feathers. For another thing, I tend to think a bit before I speak and I generally filter out “bad” words. It seems that a lot of swearing happens “in the moment” and without giving pause. That’s just not how I roll.<br /><br />That being said… I’m a terrible road rager. This is not something I’m proud about and I do work on, but there is an element to driving – probably the stress of needing to get somewhere by a certain time – that puts me on the edge. If I don’t have a deadline or whatever, the road rage issue is greatly diminished.<br /><br />Anyhow, this is all a long-winded way of saying that my favorite curse word (phrase) is “You ass hat.” (That’s a relatively new one for me, but I quite enjoy saying it.)<br /><br /><strong>What sound or noise do you love?<br /></strong><br />The sound of someone putting a check for $50 million in my hand. I simply cannot hear that sound enough.<br /><br />(<strong>Note to anyone who has an extra $50 million and would like to help me live the dream of finally hearing that one sound I love:</strong> Find me. It's not that hard to do...)<br /><br /><strong>What sound or noise do you hate?<br /></strong><br />Alarms from clocks or cars. The clocks version is worse because it means I have to wake up earlier than nature intended me to. The car version is just annoying.<br /><br /><strong>What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?<br /></strong><br />Professional basketball. Now, I don’t necessarily have the height for it – I measure at a very average 5’10” – but I’m tenacious, like a wildcat or mongoose or A Flock of Seagulls (the band, not a bunch of birds… naturally). I would own the court, I tell you!<br /><br /><strong>What profession would you not like to do?<br /></strong><br />Besides the one I currently have? Eh, probably Accounting. I'm much too creative and out-there for something like that.<br /><br /><strong>If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?<br /></strong><br />“Good job, dude. You made it!”j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-71382533651348015462011-02-01T08:14:00.000-08:002011-02-03T06:49:54.766-08:00Woolly Bully 2: Even Woollier, Even BullierSo I flipped my calendar to the current month -- "February" for everyone keeping score at home... -- today and noticed something that I felt needed to be shared with the loyal Ducks readers. I have no idea if you are aware of this or not, but February has a day dedicated to stop bullying. 2/12 is "<strong>National Stop Bullying Day</strong>."<br /><br />2/12 is also a Saturday.<br /><br />Um, don’t most instances of bullying happen at school? Aren't most schools closed on Saturdays? Do you think they <strong><em>maybe</em></strong> could have picked a different day?<br /><br />Now, the fact they chose a non-school day for "National Stop Bullying Day" is only part of my gripe. (Yes, I have a lot of gripes. Yes, I'm kind of a brat.) I'd also like to know why they decided that only one day was necessary for this cause. Bullying is (seriously) a big deal, especially in this day and age of cyber-bullying and videos of girls beating each other up and whatnot. So why only devote a single day to such an important issue?<br /><br />My current train of thought is that the group behind this day is a bunch of bullies. (Cue scene...)<br /><br /><strong>Bully Association President:</strong> "Guys, it has come to my attention that we are getting a lot of bad publicity for being bullies. So what can we do about this?"<br /><strong>Random Bully #1:</strong> "Let's beat some weaklings up!"<br /><strong>RB #2:</strong> "Yeah!"<br /><strong>BAP:</strong> "No, no. That won't help the cause at all. We need to take the spotlight away from us, but how can we do this?"<br /><strong>RB #3:</strong> "How about a press release?"<br /><strong>BAP:</strong> "Press release, huh? That ain't bad. Anyone know how to write?"<br /><em>*complete silence*<br /></em><strong>BAP:</strong> "So, I guess that's a 'no' on the press release. Any other ideas?"<br /><strong>RB #2:</strong> "Uh, what if we have a 'stop bullying day' or something like that?"<br /><strong>RB #1:</strong> "But we rather enjoy bullying people!"<br /><strong>RB #2:</strong> "Just hear me out a sec. There are 365 days in the year. We can lay the bullying to rest for one of them. That still gives us a good 364 days to collect lunch money from nerds, give swirlies to dorks and get home in time for ballet practice."<br /><strong>RB #4:</strong> "Ballet practice?"<br /><strong>RB #2:</strong> "I mean, bully practice." <em>*nervously glances around*<br /></em><strong>BAP:</strong> "I think he's onto something here. So what day of the week works best for all of you bullies?" (<em>The bullies all pull out their organizers and Blackberries taken from weaker individuals.</em>)<br /><strong>RB #3:</strong> "Well, I'm pretty much booked solid from Monday through Friday throughout the school year."<br /><strong>RB #4:</strong> "Yeah, me, too. But I could probably squeeze something in during the weekend, you know, when school's out."<br /><strong>RB #1:</strong> "Having it when there isn't any school would really make things a lot easier for me, too." (<em>Lots of bully heads nod in agreement.</em>)<br /><strong>BAP:</strong> "Okay, so it's settled then. We'll try to deflect all of our attention by promoting the National Stop Bullying Day, but then it picks right back up the following day. Sound like a plan?"<br /><strong>All Random Bullies (in unison):</strong> "Yeah."<br /><strong>BAP:</strong> "Alright, meeting adjourned. Now let's go stuff some dweebs in lockers, followed by a spot of tea and crumpets under the bleachers."<br /><br /><strong>Cast<br /></strong>Bully Association President: William Zabka*<br />Random Bully #1: Jennifer Love Hewitt<br />Random Bully #2: Walter Mondale<br />Random Bully #3: Justin Bieber<br />Random Bully #4: Octomom<br /><br />* Bad guy from the 80's classics Karate Kid and Back to School.<br /><br />Anyhow, there is one day, a non-school day, devoted to stopping bullying. Couldn't they have made this a month-long movement? Or, better yet, how about a year-round initiative? Sure, having one day is a way to start, but it seems like they really aimed low on this one. (Unless, of course, it was started by bullies, in which case this seems just about right.)<br /><br /><strong>Unrelated to today’s topic:</strong> I was recently given a blogging award, but will address that in my next post… which should be a fun one for all of you!j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-16862403985951894742011-01-27T11:48:00.000-08:002011-01-27T11:56:54.961-08:00Random Opus on Friendship and Sharing<span style="color:#000000;">As I'm sure you're all well aware, the staff here at the Ducks keeps a careful eye on what young people are into nowadays. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Given the amount of our street cred (enormous) and how in touch with youth pop culture preferences we are here (very in touch), it's only natural that today we talk about the Spice Girls. (You know, because I like to hit the big issues of the day. I mean, President Obama gave his State of the Union address, The Ivory Coast still has two presidents, "all sorts of crazy shit" -- as Walter Mondale is on the record as saying* -- is going down in Egypt, and the Spice Girls. Those are the big ones and I decided to stay true to my journalistic nature and pick the single most important of the lot.)<br /><br />*I assume.<br /><br />So their current smash hit song "Wannabe" got me thinking...<br /><br />The chorus goes a little something like this: "If you wannabe my lover/you gotta get with my friends./Make it last forever./Friendship never ends." </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">(Yes, I'm singing that out loud right now.) </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">(Yes, my co-workers are deeply concerned and their ears scarred for life.)<br /><br />I'm thinking one of the surest ways to make a friendship end is getting together with someone else's lover, but maybe that's just me. <br /><br />"You slept with my lover, you skanky ho!"<br />"Hold on. We are friends and that <strong><em>never</em></strong> ends."<br />"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry I totally forgot about that. My bad."<br />"You better believe that's your bad... but we are BFF and I'm forgiving you."<br />"Thank you, but it still feels like I should be mad at you for sleeping with Bill."</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">"Friendship <strong>NEVER</strong> ends."<br />"Okay. Do you want to watch The Jersey Shore?" <br /><br />(<strong>Note:</strong> I'm sure the "if you want to be my lover you need to 'get' with my friends" bit was done to death in the mid-90's, but it only recently occurred to me that they follow it up with the "friendship never ends" part. So, uh, I felt compelled to share it with the world via the Internet. Sounds kind of sad when I say it like that, though...)<br /><br />Now, I'm pretty good at figuring things out. Maybe not Rubik's cubes or Sudoku or women, but a lot of other things. (Just trust me.) As such, I figure you are probably wondering why I have that song stuck in my head. Let me answer that by saying "Excellent question." <br /><br />("Um, that really doesn't answer it.") <br /><br />Okay, I have to admit that I was stalling, but it just struck me where this all comes from!!! I have these random mixed cd's that I burned for while driving around -- wait a second and hear me out before you jump to the conclusion that I was listening to the Spice girls while cruising in the 'hood. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Well, one of them has a couple of Tenacious D songs, including "Friendship." (For the uninitiated, "Tenacious D is an American rock band that was formed in Los Angeles, California in 1994. Comprising lead vocalist and guitarist Jack Black and lead guitarist and vocalist Kyle Gass, the band has released two albums...") (Courtesy of the ever-resourceful Wikipedia.) </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The Tenacious D song ends with "as long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends" and that must have weeded its way into my subconscious and fermented into deep thoughts about "friendship." There you have it!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Well, that's all I got for you fine, upstanding citizens today. Next time we will discuss the pending rumors that Justin Timberlake is leaving 'N Sync. (I'm hoping this one's not true, because I just don't see him catching on as a solo act.)</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">Editor's note: He really hopes to do better next time, folks. (Quite frankly, I really hope he does, too.)</span></em>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-22751871935787211862011-01-24T10:15:00.000-08:002011-01-24T10:28:40.959-08:00Top Ten Countdown Music Blogfest!!!I've thought about starting this post off with a "10 things I should be doing instead of coming up with my 10 favorite songs" list, but this is just more fun... so without further ado:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The Official Ducks (Out Of A Row) Top 10 Songs<br /><br /></span>10) Pink Floyd - "Wish You Were Here" </strong>(Just barely over "Comfortably Numb"...)<br /><br />Because I'm not trading my heroes for ghosts.<br /><br /><strong>9) Michael Jackson - "Beat It"</strong><br /><br />This was my first "favorite" song off of the first album I had ever owned. (One of my aunts -- I don't use names here, but if you happen to be reading and your b-day falls on the 4th of July, I've never forgotten this -- got me the cassette tape for one of my birthdays. If I had to guess, it was probably my 11th b-day.) "Thriller" (album) quickly became my favorite and I can't even count how many times I listened to that tape. I loved all of the songs on it, but "Beat It" was my #1 jam.<br /><br /><strong>8) James Brown - "Living in America"<br /></strong><br />This has nothing to do with any sense of patriotism, but rather a devotion to a truly funky groove. And, for the record, yes, I do belt this out at the top of my lungs when cruising around.<br /><br /><strong>7) Outkast - "B.O.B."</strong><br /><br />This one goes on a bit long at the trail end, but once it starts and kicks in... wow. It's simply a pure sonic force and my head just can't stop bobbing when I listen to it. If you happen to go to YouTube to check out the official video, you will see -- unless you are actually blind, then I suppose you'll have someone read it to you -- a comment from someone asking "What happened to this kind of music?" The answer is: There has never been another instance of them making music like this. (<strong>Note:</strong> Actually, that might not be entirely true. "All of the Lights" from the most recent Kanye West album has a similar ferociousness with regard to the music, even if I find some of the lyrics rather questionable.)<br /><br /><strong>6) Metallica - "Fade To Black"</strong><br /><br />I've seen Metallica in concert a handful of times now, but I've never been lucky enough to see them do this one live. Probably for the best, because I could die a happy man right on the spot after that. The lyrics are especially dark and give an authentic portrayal of suicidal depression, but it's the guitar that gives me absolute goose bumps. People might judge Metallica as just being a heavy metal band that plays loud music, but they're only half right. The actual music of this song has an almost classic feel to it, almost as if an orchestra could play it or something...<br /><br /><strong>5) Dr. Dre (featuring Snoop Dogg)</strong> <strong>- "Ain't Nuthin' But A G Thang"<br /></strong><br />I believe this was the first rap song that I liked. Until Dr. Dre dropped this on the music scene, I was somewhat locked into the misguided notion that Rock was the only music worth listening to. (What can I say, I was a dumb adolescent at the time.) Since then I've learned that good music is "good music without regard to the style" and appreciate songs from all genres. Anyhow, G Thang is a pure classic. The beat is strong and Dre & Snoop are masterful at mixing the laidback Cali sound with "you don't mess with us" bravado. (Note: <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-going-to-be-random-one.html">This cracker not only likes "It Was a Good Day"</a>, but can also rap along to this one.)<br /><br /><strong>4) Nirvana - "Smells Like Teen Spirit"<br /><br /></strong>The essential teenage angst anthem for someone who happened to be an angsted teen in the mid-90's. (What I was "angsted" from, though, is beyond me. I wasn't abused or anything, so what did I have to complain about? The biggest thing that frustrated me was that I felt like a relatively normal person outside of school and school events, but the "nerd/geek/dork" label weighed heavily on me when I was within those walls. Since then, I've grown up and learned to just embrace my weirdness and am fine with being different. There's actually a Smashing Pumpkins song that starts with "I fear that I am ordinary, just like everyone." I could see that as being one of my mottos.)<br /><br /><strong>3) Phish - "Joy"<br /></strong><br />I've actually recommended this song in an <a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2010/07/facebook-musical.html">earlier post</a> by saying that it is easily worth the dollar or whatever to download the song and I stand by that. It's a beautiful tale of friendship and encouragement ("We want you to be happy."). The composition is incredible. If I could have written any song from both musical and lyrical standpoints... well it would probably be "Fake Plastic Trees," but this would be a very, very, very close second. "Joy" is actually a rather tight song for a band known for sprawling jams and I think it's definitely for the best.<br /><br /><strong>2) Sun Kil Moon - "Carry Me Ohio"<br /></strong><br />This is actually the most-played song on my iTunes. I don't even know what else to say about this one except that it gives me chills every single time I listen to it. This is my #1, go-to writing song.<br /><strong><br />1) Radiohead - "Fake Plastic Trees"<br /></strong><br />This song is absolutely brilliant. The story of "narrator and she and he" is fantastic. The music builds from a crawl to an outright explosion of emotion ("I can't help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling.") that leaves the singer... well, just see how he addresses it when the song slows back down in the final moments. (<strong>Hint:</strong> "It wears me out, it wears me out.") Yeah, I've had days like that before.<br /><br />Now, I just put this list together off the top of my head. Some songs that were close include: Pearl Jam (“Down” or “Marker in the Sand” or “I am Mine”), Rush (“Limelight”), Blackalicious (“Sky is Falling” or “Blazing Arrow”), or Modest Mouse (“Dashboard” or “Missed the Boat”).<br /><br />I’m sure there are others, but it’s tough to think about them without having my iTunes with me right now.j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-67896372924039653952011-01-24T05:18:00.000-08:002011-01-24T05:28:52.887-08:00Follow Up<strong>Note:</strong> This actually might be the first of multiple posts today. (I have several non-connected thoughts that I want to write about, but we'll have to see how the day progresses.) (Also, I want in on Alex Cavanaugh's "Top-Ten Songs Blogfest... <a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-ten-countdown-music-blogfest.html">Link found here.</a>)<br /><br />I just wanted to start the day off by following up to my most-recent post and say that the National Weather Service was completely inaccurate with their Winter Weather Advisory, which expired Friday at 5 p.m.<br /><br />Regretfully, I have to report that we are still experiencing "winter weather." It's cold, snowing (actually, the flurries we have right now are more substantial than anything we had during that wildly inaccurate advisory...) and beach-going is not advised. (Well, unless you are wearing a parka and staying out of the water. If that's the case, I suppose you're good to go. Have fun!)<br /><br />Anyhow, I felt it was within my journalistic responsibility to let you know about this. Mission accomplished.j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-51273349846296117952011-01-20T06:59:00.000-08:002011-01-20T07:01:54.739-08:00Summer Must Be Right Around the CornerI'm a Northerner. An overwhelming majority of my life has been spent in either Wisconsin or Michigan. And an overwhelming majority of my life has had the frustration of one particular designation courtesy of the National Weather Service. (Surely, you must have seen this coming from me...) <br /><br />("No, no we haven't. And please don't call us 'Shirley.'")<br /><br />When there is a Thunderstorm Warning or Tornado Watch or Blizzard Warning, etc., I have no qualms. I might not want to experience the weather the NWS is reporting/predicting at the moment, but I understand that weather happens. That's just the way it works.<br /><br />(<strong>Note:</strong> T-storms are the worst for me. I used to love, love, love thunderstorms... but then I became a dog owner. My little girl dog -- as I like to call the 80 lbs. Tweak Dog -- hates, hates, hates thunderstorms. This drives me nuts. She doesn't understand that we live indoors and are fully protected from the elements. I don't get why this concept is still so foreign to her, as she's always had a roof over her head. I try to explain this to her, but I'm quite sure that she speaks Russian or Korean or something...)<br /><br />(<strong>Another note:</strong> As noted, sometimes I don't want to experience the weather -- like a blizzard when I need to drive or severe downpour when I need to be outside -- but I actually do enjoy a good storm -- dog issues aside. I have no idea why, but I think storms are cool.)<br /><br />Anyhow, my county is one that is under a specific designation from now until tomorrow at 5 p.m. and it really annoys me...<br /><br />We are under a "Winter Weather Advisory." <br /><br />I think that is the stupidest thing. (Or at least in the top-10 of stupid things. Hating other people <strong>has to</strong> top the "stupid things" list.) It's the middle of January and we live in the northern U.S. and they are advising us that we <strong><em>might</em></strong> experience winter weather. If they are going to say "Snow Storm Warning" or "Blizzard Warning," fine. No problems on my end with such designations. But letting us know that we should expect winter weather seems a bit unnecessary.<br /><br />On a positive note, after 5 p.m. tomorrow we can apparently expect summer weather! So that's good. Guess I'll start unpacking my swim trunks and plan on taking a "sick day" on Monday to go to the beach...j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-82375653557570599092011-01-18T13:25:00.000-08:002011-02-02T20:20:18.152-08:00Woolly Bully<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20110117/wl_asia_afp/japansciencemammoth_20110117104445">Check this article out and then come back.</a> (Please.)<br /><br />Thank you for coming back! (We try to be polite around these parts.)<br /><br />So some Japanese scientists are planning to bring woolly mammoths back to existence? Didn’t these people learn <em><strong>anything</strong></em> from Jurassic Park 1, 2 or 3? (Okay, let’s just pretend that JP3 never happened. Moving along now…)<br /><br />I can totally envision it:<br /><br />You’ve been transported five years into the future of the Land of the Rising Sun. The streets of downtown Tokyo are full of people screaming wildly as they run away from insanely-large pachyderms, which are knocking buildings down, left and right. The camera – Oh yeah, forgot to mention that this is my portrayal of the documentary about this whole fiasco. Moving along… -- pans in on a taxi cab, moments before it is squashed like a bug under the foot of a gigantic woolly mammoth. The Japanese people are in peril from a large monster! They need… <strong>Justin Bieber</strong>!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563641065023902018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjed_VV3W_dphzHxMGGzuwSBZFd7RVkQfawWe2W522iv-xxCB_Aw-5mLJQTmaZ6rVm4gM6OUFTaR32lmPRg77uaEo1N3X9tFgY8fd7WlwAVLjkOfRn-_CGVBduowYOQfS-_Vz9eX20G1lk/s320/JBieb1.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>And then it progresses from there, naturally. </p><p>(<strong>Note:</strong> Yes, this is where I get bored of my little scenario and … OH MY GOSH! What the heck is <strong><em>that</em></strong>?! Right there, behind you!! Oh, I thought I saw something. Maybe it was a woolly mammoth or Justin Bieber or something... Uh, where were we. Let’s see. Why thank you, my hair does look fabulous. That is so kind of you to say.)</p><p>I think it is high time that we start making all children watch Jurassic Park – and maybe the second one, but <strong><em>definitely</em></strong> <strong><em>not</em></strong> the third – as a precautionary tale. Then we should make them all write reports, because the surest way to get something into a youngster’s head is by making him write a report. </p><p>(Yes, I’m kind of like the Dog Whisperer or Horse Whisperer – whichever floats your boat – only for kids.) </p><p>(But don’t call me the Kid Whisperer. That just sounds creepy.) </p><p>(I mean, even creepier than one might feel while finding Justin Bieber pictures for his blog... hypothetically-speaking, of course.)</p><p>Um, that’s all I got for right now. I promise to have some more words for you guys sometime before those wily scientists clone a woolly mammoth. (Or J. Bieb.)</p>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-67973964072758453222011-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:002011-01-14T12:21:23.255-08:00Lottery DreamsThis is not a typical Ducks post. First and foremost, the bulk of this is not written by the beloved Ducks Guy. This is taken from an article written by Gregg Easterbrook, who apparently is a bit of a polarizing figure. <br /><br />(While performing the atypical act of “conducting research,” I discovered that one of the drop-down selections in Google when searching “Gregg Easterbrook” is “Gregg Easterbrook is an idiot.”) <br /><br />(Personally, I disagree.)<br /><br />Anyhow, he writes a column that tackles science, government and social issues, along with sports, for ESPN.com. The excerpt I am posting has nothing to do with sports, but rather the topic of lotteries… which brings us to another reason this is not a typical post: lack of humor.<br /><br />Usually this blog is a place for goofy musing and attempts – sometimes successful!! – at being funny. Today’s post is more to make you think.<br /><br />To complete my work in citing the source, this is from Gregg Easterbrook’s January 11th TMQ article “<a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=easterbrook/110111_tuesday_morning_quarterback&sportCat=nfl">The next step: academics in the BCS?</a>” <br /><br />(TMQ stands for “Tuesday Morning Quarterback,” which Easterbrook uses to refer to himself in the third person.)<br /><br /><em><strong>Lotteries Bilk the Poor: </strong>Last week, the Mega Millions lotto paid what was described in media reports as a "$380 million" jackpot. Actually the number reflects an annuity that pays $380 million over 26 years. The present value of the annuity, the only figure that matters, is $240 million -- heady enough. Any money sum can be made to appear to roughly twice as great by expressing the number as a long-term annuity. If your employer offered you $50,000 this year, or $80,000 conveyed as one payment of $3,000 annually for each of the next 26 years -- the same proportion as the Mega Millions markup -- which would you choose? The media should not sensationalize lottery numbers by using the phony figures the lotto companies promote.<br /><br /></em><em></em><em>But that's the least of the problems with lotteries, whose financial structure -- spectacularly low chances of winning for players, combined with riches for those administering the lottos -- make them, as a wag once said, "a tax on the stupid." As TMQ wrote two years ago of state-sponsored lotteries, "There is almost no chance you will win, while total assurance you will lose the average of $190 annually that Americans throw away on government-run roulette. Worse, public lotteries, with their glitzy false promises of instant wealth, are a tax on poverty -- as David Brooks of The New York Times has noted, households with an income of less than $13,000 spend an average of $645 annually on scratch-off tickets, meaning the poor are the main group throwing away cash at government lotto sites." Government, which ought to aid the poor, instead cynically markets lottos to the poor -- with false promises of instant wealth, plus a high concentration of lotto sales outlets in low-income neighborhoods. The goal of this cynicism? Wealth for lotto companies and kickbacks -- excuse me, consulting fees -- for the politicians and government bureaucrats involved.<br /></em><br /><em>The cynicism is doubling in states that are essentially selling their lotto licenses. Illinois recently agreed to give a lotto management firm called Northstar Lottery a $15 million annual fee, plus around $300 million annually in bonuses, to run the state's lotto. Monique Garcia of the Chicago Tribune reported the deal is expected to bring about $900 million annually to the state, of which $625 million will be spent on education and $200 million on construction. Annual sales for the Illinois system are expected to be about $2.5 billion. Effectively, the state is tricking citizens out of $2.5 billion in order to get $900 million for itself.<br /></em><br /><em>Why won't most of the mainstream media cover the harm done to average people by throwing money away in state-run lotteries? This couldn't possibly have anything to do with the lottos buying advertising! The sorts of poor and working-poor people likely to fall for the lotto heist don't read the New York Times, they watch television -- and local television, especially, relentlessly hypes the lottos, a major source of ad revenue. Reporting the Northstar deal in September, newscaster Rob Johnson of the CBS station in Chicago said the ticket money "will be used for education and capital projects and will create thousands of jobs." That makes the lottery sound practically civic-minded. Except only about a third of the money will be used in this way, while "thousands" of new jobs is extremely unlikely.<br /></em><br /><em>What about the prizewinners? Many lotto winners end up bankrupt, miserable or both. TMQ's law of money holds that it would be really great to get $1 million, while getting $100 million would ruin your life. The lottery mindset of vast amounts conferred on few, while the majority suffers, is everything that's wrong with American materialism in a nutshell.<br /></em><br /><em>Football and lotto note: Not only do many NFL teams now participate in lotto marketing, lending their logos to tickets for a fee -- for shame, NFL owners -- so, too, do some colleges. Reader Peter Wunsch of East Northport, N.Y., notes the University of Florida </em><a href="http://secondchance.flalottery.com/secondchance/howtoplay_uf.do" target="_blank"><em>is among colleges selling their logos to lotteries for a fee</em></a><em>. And just try finding the odds at that University of Florida-endorsed lotto website -- all that's stated is "the odds of winning will vary." An institution of learning lends its logo to a company that uses deceptive marketing to participate in the fleecing of the poor -- for shame, University of Florida.</em>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-42931428483154140722011-01-10T10:07:00.000-08:002011-01-10T10:54:27.272-08:00Letters to the Ducks Guy: Session 1<span style="font-family:arial;">Today we are starting a new feature here at the Ducks. As you can imagine, I receive tons and tons of fan mail. I probably spend a good seven, eight hours a day reading the letters and getting back to my faithful fans. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(<strong>Note to Jeremy from Alabama:</strong> The autographed cat is on its way. Enjoy!) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(Just kidding. I didn't really autograph and send one of our cats to a loyal reader... as far as you know.)<br /><br />Anyhow, this got me thinking that I should probably share some of these with you guys, the dedicated Ducks readers. Who knows, maybe one day you will see your own letter published here at DOOAR? (You can only hope.) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Of course, please be mindful of the fact that I get <strong><em>literally</em></strong> -- read as "not literally" -- hundreds of millions of these things every day, so the odds are slim. But slim odds are still odds (says the eternal optimist)!!<br /><br />To kick things off, I decided to just put one letter up today. I'm envisioning a future wherein three to four are published (and perhaps answered) in a typical "Letters to the Ducks Guy" post, but also looking at a "present wherein the Ducks Guy has a lot of non-blog stuff to do." </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(<strong>Note to devoted reader Kathryn:</strong> You gave me mad props on my exceptional use of the word "wherein" the other day, so the previous sentence was for you. Enjoy!)<br /><br />Let's get to this...<br /><br /><em>Hey Ducks Guy,<br /><br />In your first post of this year [<a href="http://ducksoutofarow.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-first-post-of-year.html">Pre-First Post (of the Year)</a>], you mention that "clowns are creepy." I really resent that. I mean, some clowns might be a tad creepy -- statistically-speaking, any large group is bound to have some bad apples -- but stereotyping all of us is just plain wrong. We are people, just like you, and it hurts our feelings when insensitive jerks make claims like that.<br /><br />Sometimes it hurts us to the point of volatile anger... and then we start drinking. You know what happens then, huh, wise guy? Well, the Mrs. decides she "can't handle being with an alcoholic clown," so that frigid b*tch leaves and we're left alone in our apartment. Just us… and the empty cupboards and the gun she never knew existed. We're left there with all the time in the world to think about it. And then our thoughts drift to that one blogger who made the comment about us being creepy...<br /><br />I'm going to leave you with one parting thought: I know where you live...<br /><br />Chuckles T. Clown<br /></em><br />Yikes. (That's really all I can say about this one.)<br /><br />(<strong>Note to self:</strong> Pick a less-creepy letter next time...)</span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-9109345980358710952011-01-06T06:51:00.000-08:002011-01-06T07:09:54.389-08:00The Ducks Guy Makes New Year's Resolutions<span style="font-family:arial;">Given that it's already the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> and this year is no longer as fresh as mountain air, I should really get around to making some resolutions. You, the esteemed readers, are welcome to come along for the ride. Actually, you are "strongly encouraged" to come along for the ride. Well, that and still "welcome."<br /><br />("Okay, we get it. We're both welcome and strongly encouraged.")<br /><br />(I never wavered in my belief that you'd pick up on that.)<br /><br />Anyhow, let's start coming up with those resolutions!<br /><br /><strong>1)</strong> No more procrastinating (says the man who is doing his New Year's resolutions on the sixth). Yeah, the odds of me sticking to this one are about as slim as any of those Twilight actors winning an academy award for those movies. (The acting in the Twilight movies is -- at the very best -- not good.)<br /><br />(<strong>Note to all my readers from the Michigan Water Polo Association:</strong> The "at the very best -- not good" reference was clearly for you guys.)<br /><br />So we need a more realistic #1 New Year's resolution:<br /><br /><strong>1)</strong> No more procrastinating... <em>some of the time</em>. That's more like it. (From somewhere in the distance, I hear a woman -- who may or may not be the wife -- rolling her eyes.) (Yes, my ears <em><strong>are</strong></em> that good.)<br /><br /><strong>2)</strong> Set my targets low enough and come up with achievable goals. You know, if I had just made this my first resolution and put off the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amended</span> #1, I'd be two-for-two on the resolutions so far in '11. Oh well. I can't <em>possibly</em> change this now. (My delete and backspace buttons are broken... as far as you know.)<br /><br /><strong>3)</strong> Don't commit any drive-by shootings. This might seem like an easy one, but it is. (<strong>See resolution #2.</strong>)<br /><br /><strong>4)</strong> Return my library books on time. Okay, this will be significantly harder than the previous resolution and might be a tad unrealistic. So let’s modify this one:<br /><br /><strong>4)</strong> Return my library books on time... <em>some of the time</em>. Much better!<br /><br /><strong>5)</strong> Give myself lots of praise. This is probably one of the <strong>greatest resolutions ever made</strong>. Good job, me. You are awesome.<br /><br /><strong>6)</strong> Give my readers lots of praise. Good job reading, guys. I love the way you go from one word to the next, in order! Fantastic!<br /><br /><strong>7)</strong> Leave the reader wanting more. (<strong>Note to self:</strong> Don't forget to tell them about your daring adventure in the Himalayas when you had to rescue that tiny village from terrorism, global warming and sharks that ate random people on the street.)<br /><br /><strong>8)</strong> Finish things you start. This might be</span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-58120640650926807532011-01-04T10:53:00.000-08:002011-01-04T13:53:34.658-08:00Pre-First Post (of the Year)So I was thinking that, with a new year upon us, the first Ducks post of the year should be epic.<br /><br />(<strong>Note:</strong> The word "epic" is one that was included in Lake Superior State's <a href="http://www.lssu.edu/banished/current.php">list of banished words for 2011</a>.)<br /><br />(<strong>Post-note note:</strong> I decided to use the word anyhow. I’m just a rebel like that.)<br /><br />Now, I'll need some time to prepare a post of “epic” magnitude, but I didn't want to leave the billions of Ducks readers hanging in the interim. As such, you are cordially invited to read this here Pre-First Post of the Year.<br /><br />You are all cordially welcome. (Here’s to making “cordially” one of the banished words for ’12!)<br /><br />So how are we going to kick this off? Perhaps there should be balloons and clowns and confetti. (Because balloons pop, clowns are creepy and confetti is a disaster to clean? That doesn't sound like a good plan at all... )<br /><br />Okay, no clowns or confetti, but we aren’t ruling out balloons just yet. (How can anyone possibly have “epic” without balloons?) (Don’t answer that.)<br /><br />Maybe we should throw a raging kegger to ring in the New Year here on the blog? (The hundreds of millions of frat-boy Ducks readers are probably now chanting "Keg-ger, keg-ger, keg-ger, to-ga, keg-ger...")<br /><br />We could hire a band! No, not a band... Justin Beiber!! (The hundreds of millions of teenage girl Ducks readers are now swooning in unison.) (*swoon, swoon*)<br /><br />Early word on the street is that President Obama, Rush Limbaugh and Ralph Nader (I'm covering all bases...) are planning a civil discourse -- much better than a criminal discourse -- on the direction of American Politics in the 2010's for that initial Ducks post of 2011.<br /><br />So let’s check the list for that first post of the year: Balloons, Kegs, Beiber, Obama, Rush and Nadar. How's that for epic? (Take <em><strong>that</strong></em>, Lake Superior State University!)<br /><br />Yep, that first post of the year is going to be grand.<br /><br />"Um, isn't this the first post of the year?" says a quiet voice from the back of the classroom.<br /><br />Oh.<br /><br /><strong>Programming note:</strong> Come back next time as the Ducks guy rolls out his 2011 resolutions. Also, keep your eyes open for “Letters to the Ducks Guy.”j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-71200291297000219062010-12-22T14:05:00.000-08:002010-12-28T06:25:47.390-08:00Who Needs to Know What (Part II), or The Difference Between Should and Is<span style="font-family:arial;">Instead of writing a 3000+ word post, I've decided to break up my current subject -- "thoughts on the Information Age" -- into a couple of posts. I suppose this notation is for any new readers, since all returning readers had presumably read the previous post and are caught up on the matter. Unless, of course, there are returning readers who read the title of the prior column and said "Part I? Who needs that? I'll just wait for Part II." In that instance, I could see the need to be brought up to speed.<br /><br />When we left off -- this recap is for everyone who is just joining us today -- the beloved Ducks guy was A) taking on Time magazine, B) taking on Facebook and C) heroically trying to save the village from the clutches of the evil overlord Azromodo, while at the same time taking an internal voyage to discover himself and understand his complicated love/hate feelings towards his estranged twin brother.<br /><br />"Wait, I don't remember that last part at all!" (Okay, between you and me, that's just to encourage new readers to go back and check out Part I.) "But isn't that false advertising?" (Perhaps, but this is my blog and... Hey, what's that up there! Oh my gosh! I've never seen such a strange thing before!! Wow. Now, where were we? Oh, that's right. You were just telling me how much you love Ducks Out Of A Row and how it's the most important literary creation ever. That's very kind of you to say. Thank you.)<br /><br />So, if you recall, I think that the Facebook kid is getting a bum rap from Time magazine by being compared to Hitler and Stalin, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't like his invention. I place considerably more weight in authentic relationships and a lot of people view FB as some kind of popularity contest or something. If I remember correctly, I had read an article wherein some people put together a completely made-up profile to see how many people they could get to "friend" it. I don't remember the details, but it was a lot.<br /><br /><strong>Note:</strong> In spite of strict Ducks policy not to conduct actual research, I did perform a quick search to find the article, but it was fruitless. (Maybe I shouldn't have been looking for fruit?)<br /><br />Anyhow, the premise of the Facebooks is to allow family and friends to connect and share information, which is fine and all, but when we start adding friends of friends and people we think we've heard of… then what exactly is the point?<br /><br />Enough recapping! We have further issues to delve into...<br /><br />My idea to share thoughts about the Information Age stemmed from two different sources initially (and then was added to by something else I had read in the interim...). The first, obviously, was Time's proclamation of Mark Zuckerberg as "Man of the Year." (Still think they missed the boat by not giving the title to me, but whatevs.) The second was the result of something I was listening to on NPR. <br /><br />(Yes, I listen to NPR, says the man who sometimes raps old Ice Cube songs, rocks out to Rush in his car, and references: The Baha Men, Dancing With the Stars, Kriss Kross, "How Stella Got Her Groove Back," the 80's film "Twins," Katy Perry, and other random pop figures, movies, shows and songs.) <br /><br />(Yes, I'm complicated.)<br /><br />As one would probably imagine, WikiLeaks has been a popular topic on NPR lately (along with the Ivory Coast's disputed presidential election, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," and Oprah's new hairstyle.)<br /><br />The other day, the good folks at NPR had two men discussing WikiLeaks and how transparent, or not, a government should be. I think this is a great topic because it offers the opportunity for a lot of different viewpoints and intelligent discourse, without presenting the threat of being shot like I was back in '95 when I made the claim that Tupac was a better rapper than the Notorious B.I.G. Being the trooper I am, I was back on my horse the very next day, blogging about my experience and then tweeting it to my millions of followers at the time.<br /><br />I think the two poles -- there are usually poles for any issue -- in this instance are 1) governments should be completely transparent or 2) governments don't need to be transparent in the least. (I'll let you guess which side governments like those in China and North Korea probably fall on...)<br /><br />From my years of experience at life -- and, let the records show, I have literally decades’ worth of experience at "life" -- the best method is almost always somewhere in the middle of two poles. <br /><br />That being said, government would be completely transparent.. in an ideal world. Open communication is always the best policy. The complicating factor, though, is the fact that this world is not ideal. There are people out there who simply hate other people and want them to die. This mostly stems from either complete ignorance or misguided faith. But saying that there are "people" is not substantial enough. There are entire governments and/or very large organizations who want others to die.<br /><br />With reality being what it is -- not all people behave the way they ought to -- governmental secrets need to be kept. I can understand the notion that perhaps exposing secrets can help create open communication, but that is naive idealism. The fact of the matter is that doing so has the distinct possibility of putting lives at risk. <br /><br />There is no reason to ever unnecessarily put lives at risk. The human experience is certainly richer than "just surviving," but survival is one of the goals. Technically-speaking, there should never be a need to take someone else's life. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(That being said, I fully understand the fact that "should" and "is" rarely seem to agree. <strong>Case in point:</strong> One should chew food with his mouth closed and not chomp and smack like a horse or make disgusting slurping noises, especially if he has a cubicle neighbor with a blog. But just because one "<em>should</em>" doesn't mean that one "<em>does</em>." Hypothetically-speaking, of course.)<br /><br />So I disagree with the decision to publish the WikiLeaks information from a security and concern for the safety of my fellow human beings standpoint. Keeping with the title, I don't feel it is right for everyone to know classified information. Yes, it'd be great if we lived in a world where governmental secrets weren't necessary, but I think they are in this particular case.<br /><br />That being said, there are definitely sources of information that should be available to the general public. These include such vital matters as: financial records, Congressional voting records, court documents and the President's March Madness picks. Beyond that, it'd be great if there wasn't a need to hide military or covert operations from the general population, but that falls in the whole "should" category. <br /><br />(Just like I "should" be wrapping this up right about now, which I am.)<br /><br />(Well, every once in awhile "should" and "is" <strong>are</strong> the same thing...)</span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-78343125783132036012010-12-20T13:24:00.000-08:002010-12-20T13:33:57.856-08:00Who Needs to Know What (Part I)<span style="font-family:arial;">This is going to be a two-parter, gang, so buckle in tight. Think of it as an early Christmas/late Hanukkah/[fill-in-the-appropriate-sense-time for whatever-belief-system-you-might-have holiday] gift. Yeah, I know... I am one of the greatest living humanitarians. You're all welcome.<br /><br />So apparently the Facebook kid barely beat me out for Time's Person of the Year. It was a shrewd move on the magazine's behalf, but one that recognizes the threat Time feels from the media superpower that is Ducks Out Of A Row. <br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Cue scene. <br /><br />People from Time magazine and I are standing around. They are looking dapper and bored. I'm wearing an ascot and hip sunglasses, sitting in a bright red sleigh that is connected to eight or nine reindeer, depending on the fogginess of the situation. We are outside a trendy burrito shack on the fashionable eastside of a major metropolitan area. It might be your town, you really aren't sure. But then you look to the distance and see the city's famous landmark and you know that you're home. Then you begin to wonder how you entered the scene or what you are even doing in this section? And what is up with the midstream POV switch?<br /><br />Uh, moving along...<br /><br />"He doesn't even lowercase the letters in the blog's name like he's supposed to," say the people at Time, shooting me a "we're not only holier than thou, we're also more judgmental" look.<br /><br />"You're just jealous," say I, shooting them a "you might be holier and more judgmental than me, but I'm totally rocking these shades" look. (My signature look, pretty much.) <br /><br />The Time people stand around; perplexed expressions are drawn on their stupid faces from my witty response. (Yes, I sunk to "their stupid faces." No, I'm not proud.)<br /><br />I give an authoritative nod of my head and fly off in my sleigh. (Well, I am making this seasonal for all of you...)<br /><br />End scene.<br /></span><br />Back to the kid who started the Facebooks... Marky Mark -- as all the cool kids are calling him -- created the social networking site. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">(How's that for in-depth journalism, Time Magazine? Take that, suckas! Advantage: The Ducks.) </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Now, I have no particular qualms about The Markster, Mark-O-Rama, The Markinator (I could do this all day, folks.). His creation, on the other hand...<br /><br />Alright, here's the deal. I'm on the Facebooks. I log in every once in a while to see what other people are doing, because I care about them. I've reconnected with some old friends. I post a new status about once every month and a half. It is obviously very, very, very important to me. Some would say "vital to my life," but they would be wrong. It <strong><em>is</em></strong> my life.<br /><br /><strong>Note:</strong> Sarcasm doesn't always translate the best via a written context, but I can keep trying for those who are slow on the uptake. No? You're good? Cool.<br /><br />See, the "keeping up with people" part is something I could very well do with or without the site. I have a phone and email, I'll read letters if someone wanted to go that route. Heck, I will even learn to interpret smoke signals if that's what it takes. I don't need Facebook to do this. (Especially not the smoke signals part.)<br /><br />Now, I <strong><em>did </em></strong>reconnect with some old friends through the site. I suppose that's a good thing. Not sure if there are any others out there I'm particularly interested in finding again, though. Seems to me that it has kind of run the course with regard to its usefulness in that function.<br /><br />I have a blog -- <em>hopefully this doesn't come as news to any of you</em> -- so the need to post status updates makes me feel "meh," especially for someone who likes to sprawl while writing (not in the literal sense).<br /><br />From my perspective, the Facebook kid was named Person of the Year for creating something kind of useless. But, thanks to Wikipedia -- See, I can keep with a theme! -- I found out that the fake Marky Mark (figured I should specify that we aren't talking about the original "Marky Mark" Wahlberg here) is on par with Hitler, Stalin and Al Capone. <br /><br /><strong>Note:</strong> Capone was actually never Time's Man of the Year. <br /><br /><strong>Second note: </strong> I had already known -- and didn't have to use Wikipedia -- the fact that Hitler had received the distinction. (Bet they'd like to have that one back, huh?)<br /><br />Basically, Time Magazine is saying that the kid is <strong>pure evil</strong>. <br /><br />Personally, I wouldn't go that far. Sure, his invention might be pure evil. (Facebook has been described by a truly wise man -- or my youngest brother... either way -- as being one of the signs of the Internet apocalypse. And I pretty much agree.) But I don't understand why Time hates him so much as to compare the kid to murderous dictators. That just seems like a <strong><em>really </em></strong>low blow to me.<br /><br />Okay, I should stop journalistically reporting on Time's hatred of the Facebooks kid and bring this home for today’s big close...<br /><br />My problem with Facebook -- and the entire movement of the Information Age -- is that we, as a society, are drastically over-sharing. I'm of the mindset that not everyone needs to know everything. (Keep that in mind for my next post!) Even amongst family and friends, constant contact and communication is not necessarily a good thing. It's kind of like how being a complete hermit isn't healthy, either. Everything in life requires a delicate balance, and personal interactions are no exception. <br /><br />I understand the concept of social networking, but have a strong inclination toward authentic relationships. I cannot have genuine relationships with 1000’s of people. Technically speaking, no one can. Dunbar’s Law of 150 – which I feel is a valid theory – dictates that the human mind is only able to maintain stable social relationships with a finite amount of individuals. (I’ll let you guess the number…)<br /><br />When we exceed 150 people in our respective “tribes,” there are likely to be an abundance of social “free riders,” people who use a social network without contributing. With this concept, the relationships cannot possibly be genuine. There has to be give and take in a relationship, and free riders are only going to take</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyhow, I'm pretty sure that Marky Mark's goal is to connect everyone on earth, but is that really necessary? Does it make sense to have hundreds and hundreds -- or even thousands -- of "friends" in a social network? If 150 stable social relationships is the cap, then what's the point?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">To be continued…<br /></span></strong><br /><em>Editor’s note: Early on, the writer alluded to this being the first of two posts on the topic. He might have underestimated and there is certainly the potential for a three-part series. We’ll just have to see where he goes with this all. (Trust me on this, it’ll be way more nerve-racking for me than you</em>.)<br /><br /><strong>Writer’s note:</strong> Nerve-racking? Pffff. You don’t know what stress is until you’ve braved the north face of K2, you jack wagon!<br /><br /><em>Editor’s note: He’s never mountain climbed… and I’m going to need some booze.</em></span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182047536013030562.post-8977822009833976652010-12-10T14:10:00.000-08:002010-12-13T05:49:17.158-08:0020 Questions<span style="font-family:arial;">In my previous post, we were working on constructing a bio for the Ducks Guy (aka, me). All in all, I think we were able to take my life's story and compress it into a couple of paragraphs – Wikipedia-style. That's fine and dandy (as all the cool kids are saying), but it really doesn't get to the core of who I am. Nice job of saying where I came from, no doubt, but not where I am now. So let's do this... chain-email style!<br /><br /><i>Cut and paste, put in your own answers and send to all your friends! If you do, there is a good chance you'll win the lottery, just like Travis N. of sunny California. He filled out the questionnaire, sent it to all the contacts in his email account and won the state lottery two hours later... without even buying a ticket. But don't be like Walter M.! Poor Wally failed to fill this out and forward to everyone he knows. Two hours later, he was walking down a street in Denver, CO when he was eaten by a shark. </i></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>(Maybe it was a pack of wild mongooses? Vicious kittens? Hungry humanitarians?) (Well, if vegetarians eat vegetables...)</i></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>So make sure you send this to everyone you ever met!</i> </span>(Not really. We're just channeling the spirit...)<br /><br /><i>1) What are you currently wearing?</i> Uh, what kind of perverted survey is this?<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>2) What is the last food you ate</i>? </span>Breakfast was peanut butter on a chewy granola bar, banana and chocolate milk.<br /><br /><i>3) What is your favorite food?</i> Hmmmmm. Probably something distinguished and culinary... A dish meant for kings... The food they most likely serve in Heaven... Pizza!<br /><br /><i>4) Who is your favorite Backstreet Boy?</i> Who can pick just one? (Not this guy.)<br /><br /><i>5) If you could be any historical figure, who would it be?</i> Justin Beiber.<br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>6) What are your top five favorite movies?</i></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> This is a good one, because I used to have a definite list (Shawshank Redemption, True Romance, The Princess Bride, Get Shorty, and Glory), but there are several movies I’ve rather enjoyed since I last evaluated that list (probably around 2000).</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Memento and The Dark Knight both come to mind as deserving consideration. I might have to take out “The Princess Bride” because now that I have finally read the book, the movie doesn’t compare. I mean, the movie is great (well, it was a top-five of mine for years...), but the book is simply fantastic. Let’s also take out “Get Shorty,” because the sequel was awful.<br /><br />So we have: Shawshank, The Dark Knight, True Romance, Memento and Glory. Probably in that order. The Princess Bride and Ocean’s Eleven – the Clooney/Pitt version – just miss the cut.<br /><i></i><br /><i>7) What was your childhood dream job?</i> President/scientist/professional baseball player. (Preferably, all at the same time...)<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><i></i></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><i>8) Did you ever get that job?</i> Kind of… I mean, I pretty much consider myself to be the President and "playing rec league soccer” is very similar to “playing professional baseball” when you get down to it.<br /><br /><i>9) What is your favorite color?</i> Blue. Some people think there is a correlation between favorite color and personality types. From my end, this holds true. Blue is supposed to be a mellow, peaceful kind of color and I think those are generally good descriptions of me (unless I’m driving or playing soccer...).<br /><br /><i>10) Most embarrassing habit? </i>I’d need to think about this a little more, but I’m ashamed that I sometimes yell bad things at other drivers. (Always with my window rolled up and never with the intent that they actually hear me.) I would never do anything like that in any other circumstance, but there is a certain impersonal nature with regard to driving. I don’t know the people and they probably don’t know that I’m swearing at them. I still feel bad about it and have worked on – and continue to do so – toning it down.<br /><br /><i>11) Seriously, what historical figure would you be? (We are <strong>not </strong>accepting “Justin Beiber.”)</i> Fine, if I had to pick someone from history, I’d be Jack Kerouac. He’s my favorite author of all time (although, Colson Whitehead is closely encroaching that hallowed ground...) and he hung out with quite the characters back in the day. Plus, he played football for his college. So writing and sports? Two loves of mine? Sign me up.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Now, Kerouac died kind of young (47) and in a somewhat grotesque manner (internal bleeding due to vast amounts of alcohol consumed), but I think he got a pretty decent value out of those forty-seven years.<br /><i></i></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><i>12) What famous person do people say you look like?</i> Well, I get a couple of different answers. Daniel Craig came up a bunch after the “Casino Royale” (James Bond) movie came out. I’ve also gotten: Matthew McConaughey, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Ryan Reynolds, Denzel Washington, Selma Hayek, and Oprah.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><i></i></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><i>13) What is your favorite sport to watch?</i> Professional football, although Dancing with the (not really) Stars is also pretty good. I mean, how can anyone not want to watch “Star” Bristol Palin dancing? (Noah Webster will forever be restless in his grave for our blatant misuse of the word “star.”) Note: I definitely do not watch DWTS. (As far as you know.)<br /><br /><i>14) What is your favorite sport to play?</i> Truthfully, I love participating in most athletic competition. I’ve been playing soccer consistently for the past six years or so and that has to be near the top of the ranks. But I really love beach volleyball. That would have to rank as #1. Football and basketball are also up there. If I was in better swimming shape (completely different than being in just regular good shape, which – more or less – I am...), I’d have water polo up there. But, alas, I don’t have the swimming endurance at this time in my life.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>15) Who is least likely to return this?</i> </span>Um, I’m not really sending this to anyone, soooooo... everyone in the world ties for “least likely to return this.” (Your certificates of achievement are in the mail.)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>16) Who let the dogs out?</i> </span>Still trying to answer that myself. (<strong>Note:</strong> I love the fact that the Baha Men won a Grammy award for that song. I don’t remember what the category was, but they can always be referred to as “the award-winning Baha Men.”)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>17) If you could have any superpower, what would it be?</i> </span>The ability to give birth. Actually, no. (<b>Note: </b>I have the <b><i>utmost</i></b> respect for all the ladies out there who’ve done that. I have no idea how you all have that kind of strength and willpower.)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My superpower would be the ability to train my pets to be successful day traders, obviously.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I’d walk in the door and say “Tweak Dog, show me how much money you made today.” She’d show me her computer screen and I’d see that she made two-hundred thousand dollars on the day. I’d say “Good girl,” and then give her a treat.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then I’d say “Kitty Meow, show me how much money you made today.” Kitty would show me her computer screen – yes, all the pets would have laptops – and I would see that she also made two-hundred thousand dollars on the day. I’d pet her furry little head and say “Good girl,” and then give her a cat treat.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then I’d say “Captain Cat, show me how much money you made today.” The Captain would quickly run under the bed, as she likes to do, and I’d look at her screen. No money. So I’d shrug my shoulders and say “Well, two out of three ain’t bad.”<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, that would definitely be my superpower and I’d use my newfound wealth to stop crime (probably) and buy me some Taco Bell. (Even rich folks love Taco Bell... I assume.)<br /><br /><i>18) How many fingers am I holding up behind my back?</i> What?! C’mon, now! That isn’t even fair. I’m just sitting here at the computer and all I can see is a screen. Any number I give is going to be a guess. Although, if you were standing in front of me in real life, your hands would be behind your back, so it’s not really that different, I suppose. Okay. Eight.<br /><br /><i>19) Are you a morning person or a night person?</i> I like to think of myself as a person, regardless as to what time of day it is. What a silly question.<br /><br /><i>20) Have you ever created a list of questions similar to ones that are forwarded around for people to answer and pass along to friends and family in order to have creative content for a blog post?</i> No. (As far as anyone knows...)</span>j.m. neebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17100118942932650408noreply@blogger.com9