Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs

Posted in Uncategorized on August 10, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban
Admit it, Baptists. God has a sense of humor.

Admit it, Baptists. God has a sense of humor.

Life sure isn’t easy living on Gay Street. Especially if you’re the Jesus-loving folks at Second Baptist Church, whose house of worship sits at the intersection of Gay and, hopefully, Irony Street.

That the San Antonio congregation has petitioned the city for a name change is no surprise. To quote one “churchgoer”: “First of all, Gay Street, that’s not a proper name because I’m anti-gay.” The church has proposed Second Baptist Way as a suitable replacement, but I can think of a few better options…

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Things I would like to do…

Posted in Uncategorized on August 8, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban

…to the a-hole that flipped me the bird this afternoon, AFTER running a red light and nearly hitting me.

In no particular order…

Inform him that Jheri curl has been out of style since 1990, and, since that time, only one man has ever been known to pull of that look…

You do not like my hair? How about I just beat the crap out of you then?

You do not like my hair? How about I just beat the crap out of you then?

Recreate any number of steps taken in this video…

Track him down and lock him in a closet with these people until he goes insane…

"Most worthless man on earth, meet Spencer and Heidi..."

"Most worthless man on earth, meet Spencer and Heidi..."

Trap him in a room and force him to listen to this on a constant loop…

Have my friend “The Enforcer” take care of business…

Lisa Campo may very well be the last thing you ever see

Lisa Campo may very well be the last thing you ever see, fool!

Explain this to me…

Posted in Uncategorized on August 7, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban

So in searching the Internets for the trailer below I came across this little nugget…

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OK, so you pretty much just had the same exact thought I did.

So, just to be clear on this, somewhere out there there’s a dude who just can’t quite get a handle on this NASCAR thing. “So whatta they just like keep goin in circles? This is some complicated shit.”

Oh Kiefer, why?

Posted in Uncategorized on August 7, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban

Seriously, can you believe this crap? Not to be too harsh, but damn man. If crap could take a dump, this is what would probably come out … ok, maybe that was harsh. Retracted.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there really is something there. Maybe the filmmaker is trying to paint some sort of Dorian Gray-like metaphor about how the mirrors show us the physical burden of age and sin from which Kiefer has been spared, ultimately asserting itself as his conscience and hounding him with the knowledge of some sort of wrong he may have committed … or they could’ve just said “Fuck it, get me Jack Bauer and The Ring: The Director’s Cut!”

Either way, I’m pretty sure the only way this thing could be salvaged for me is if Jack spends the last half hour running around blowing stuff up and shouting things like “We have to find the detonators!” and “Damn it, Chloe! I need more time!” or “I can’t believe they let me out of jail to film this crap!”

Cinta de la mezcla

Posted in Uncategorized on August 5, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban

OK, after yesterday’s post perhaps it’s time to get back to something a little lighter. Besides, I’ve already gone through the six stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, Hall & Oates). How about a mixtape?

Compacto – Curumin

Me and Armeni – Emiliana Torrini

All the Night Without Love – Elvis Perkins

A Change Is Gonna Come – Ben Sollee

I Feel It All – Feist (for Ide)

Paint a Face – Neil Halstead

Trees – Everest

Can’t Hardly Wait – The Replacements

She Does – Locksley

I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You – The Black Kids

Pretty In Pink – The National

You Don’t Wanna Leave – Mike Mangione

The One – Old 97s

Let It Be Me – Ray Lamontagne

Easy Love – Leslie Mendelson

Follow the link to download. If you like what you hear buy something!

“Goodnight, everybody”

Posted in Uncategorized on August 4, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban
Skip Caray, 1939-2008

Skip Caray, 1939-2008

Ask me how I feel about crying when someone close to you dies and I’ll tell you it’s a perfectly natural, healthy emotion and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. Ask me how I feel about crying when the announcer of your favorite sports team dies and I’ll tell you: a little queer.

But I cried anyway. I guess if you listen to someone so intently for so long you grow married to the idea of them always being there, always painting the picture for you. It’s jarring when you realize you’ve experienced something for the last time. It sure doesn’t feel right that there’s a Braves game coming up and Skip Caray won’t be around for it.

What struck me, and I think it’s safe to say most people, about listening to Skip was that he never really put up with the bullshit. He wasn’t afraid to call a duck a duck, so to speak. If the team was playing crappy, he’d say so. If the league or the organization or even his own bosses at Turner tried to pull some lame stunt/marketing ploy on the fans he’d note it for what it was, a load of bull.

Skip once said of a game so far gone that only a miracle could salvage it, “You have our permission to turn off the TV and go to bed now … as long as you promise to patronize our sponsors.”

He had a caustic, self-deprecating wit that the Joe Buck’s and the Tim McCarver’s of the world will never understand. As good of an announcer as he was, Skip could just have easily been the guy sitting next to you in the bar, ranting about how awful Francoeur looked in that last at-bat or how ridiculously overplayed the whole Manny Ramirez saga is. As tongue-in-cheek as that quote was, it pretty much encapsulates what Skip was all about. He knew who he was talking to. And he never took their intelligence for granted.

The funny thing is, no one ever really turned the TV off. Because as bad is it may have been, and during his 30-year tenure there were plenty of bad nights, Skip never really let it get boring. Whether it was his constant ridicule of the B-movies that so often followed games (in case you were wondering, there’s a reason I have a soft spot in my heart for movies like Roadhouse) or his famed colorful aphorisms (“The bases are loaded again, and I wish I was too”) or his undying affection for former reliever Jung Bong and the numerous puns his name provided (“The Mets take another hit off Bong!”).

But as good as he was during the blowouts and the rain delays, Skip was at his best in the big moments, that pinched, nasally voice rising to a yell, bubbling over with excitement and joy. People could argue day and night about who was better, but there was no one I’d rather hear call a big moment.

Game 7 – 1992 NLCS

Game 6 – 1995 World Series

While most other fans complained that Skip was a homer openly rooting for the Braves to win, Braves fans loved him for it. So what if he rooted for the home team? Skip had a passion for his team and he lived and breathed with them just like the rest of us.

I’ll miss Skip. I grew up listening to his voice. I’ve shared laughs, triumphs and heartbreak (a whole lot of heartbreak) with him, and never once did I ever want to turn it off. Right about now it feels like we’re in the midst of a blowout, and without Skip around it just doesn’t feel right listening.

So maybe it is OK to turn the TV off now … so long as I remember to support the sponsors.

So long, Skip. Life sure will be a heck of a lot duller without you.

Welcome to the Town Hall Chat

Posted in Uncategorized on August 3, 2008 by Ricardo Montelban

Just last June, shortly after Barack Obama had clinched the nomination, presumptive Republican Presidential nominee John McCain challenged his Democratic counterpart to a series of town hall-style debates. Originally receptive the idea, Obama’s campaign demurred as time passed and questions began to arise as to the true format of these debates. Each side blaming the other for gumming up the process and calling on the American people to note just what a ninny the other candidate is. Late last night both men took a break from campaigning to chat informally about the proposed debates’ structure. The following is what transpired…

Welcome to the Town Hall Chatroom

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Uh… hello? Is this the googles? Hello?

/furiously taps computer screen

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Barack?
YoBamaWearCombatBoots has entered the chatroom
Yes! Yes! Thank you, Dayton! I love you guys!

*/ looks around sheepishly

Oh… sorry John… I had, uh, a thing…

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Well there you go AGAIN … will your brown-nosing ever end? I thought you were running for President of the United States, not President of Dayton. Why not court some people whose votes actually count?
You are aware that Dayton is in Ohio, right?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

So? Are there troops there?
Well John, I’m glad you asked. Actually, Fairborn, Ohio, just a short drive from Dayton is home of Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, the largest and most diverse and organizationally complex base in the Air Force. Wright-Patterson has a work force numbering approximately 24,000 people, the bulk of whom are some 10,000 researchers, scientists and engineers. It’s host units are the 88th Air Base Wing, the 445th Reserve Airlift Wing and … John?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

zzzzzzzzzz
John!

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

WHAT.. THE.. HELLS!?!!? I was napping!!!
I was making a point, John. And, not to be a nag, but you were snoring quite loudly.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Elitist!
Idiot!

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Self-serving, arrogant, arugula-eating asshole!
Sycophantic, double-talking, manipulative little bitch!

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

You are SOOO the antichrist.
Oh, it is on like Donkey Kong, grandpa!

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Let’s do this, JFGay! I will eat your babies!
DarthNader has entered the chatroom

DarthNader

DarthNader

Did someone throw a rumble and forget to invite the Green Party? Listen to the market, bitches! The market dictates I cut somebody! Bring the pain!
WHAA!?!?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

What in the shit are you supposed to be?

DarthNader

DarthNader

Listen here, Corporate Teat-Sucker! The Anti-Big Business Train is coming down the tracks and I’m the conductor, bitches. Imma bout to be all up in your big business!
Is this shrubby little pissant for real?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Nader make McCain angry! Nader wouldn’t like McCain when angry!!!!
YouGotMaverickRolled has begun smashing chairs.
DarthNader has left the room.
Are you alright, John?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

(Confused) I… I think so… What happened?
You had a, um, “McCain Moment”… I think you went Hulk for a second.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

I frickin’ hate that little bastard!
Me too, John. Me too.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Hey, maybe we have more in common than we thought.
I suppose. If there’s one thing both Democrats and Republicans can agree on it’s that Ralph Nader is gayer than Bravo.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

You know, I didn’t really mean it when I said you’re the antichrist.
No big deal man. Besides, I’m not the one running for a third Bush term.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

So did I get him? Did I take out Nader?
No actually… I think you might’ve broken that ottoman though.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Oh… uh, collateral damage. Do you know where he went?
The Joint Chiefs seem to think he’s hiding out in PakChatistan. Let’s go get him.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Eh… I think I’ll pass.
Are you for real dude? I thought you said you’d follow him to the gates of hell.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

Irrelevant!
Right…

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

They’re a sovereignly-moderated chat room, Barack!
Like Iraq?

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

……..
Well I’m going after him. With or without your support, John.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

You can’t go! You simply can’t go!

/stomps foot

I’m sorry, John. But the Internets need me. The World Wide Web is not a safe place with lunatics like Ralph Nader roaming around.

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots

YoBamaWearCombatBoots has left the chatroom

YouGotMaverickRolled

YouGotMaverickRolled

But who will I debate?
Ahem…

HillzThatPayDaBillz

HillzThatPayDaBillz

Meanwhile in FoxChat…

FullOfBrit

FullOfBrit

Barack Hussein bin Hitler “The Impaler” Obama refuses to debate John McCain. Why is he such an elitist?