Aaah....Sunday Morning
On USC Football:
USC 31 Stanford 28
USC really needs to stop being a second half football team, as my heart would rather do important things like, well, beat. Going into halftime, Stanford led 28-17. In the second half, the Men of Troy allowed only something like 16 yards total offense until six minutes left in the fourth quarter. Then a tremendous defensive stand by USC on a Stanford fourth down, and the game was no longer a contest...
On my Image:
Upon the initial meeting with me and subsequent interactions in the course of daily work periods, new employees would be terrified of me for weeks. I do not know why this happens, as I try as much as possible to hardly interact with a FNG at all, so they are hardly terrorized by me. I have been told this happens, nonetheless.
I must be softening in my age, as I received a phonecall at my home, which is not widely known at all, last evening from a guy who is only a month old with the company, inviting me out to the UTD campus to play soccer with he and his buddies. I could not attend, for I had a previous engagement with the Men of Troy as they contested bragging rights with the Stanford Cardinal on Stanford's own playing field while being televised in prime time, but I think I just might ramble out there next Saturday.
On Palo Alto, California:
I have been to Stanford Stadium only once, and not for a football game. My former barracks roomate(ah, the barracks, those were the days of freedom before the witch queen got me to get an apartment off base. The horror, the horror.) and I travelled to San Francisco to watch the U.S. National Soccer squad play Costa Rica in a World Cup Qualifier. After the match, he and I made our way to the parking lot. In the jumble of people herding along the pathways to the lot, I literally ran into and bounced off of, none other than, Bora Milatinovich, world famous soccer coach of squads such as the U.S., Mexico, and China National Teams...
On Film and Print:
I am a big baby. Nothing scares me more, besides girls, than a really scary film or book. This makes my selection of reading material, recently, all the more insane, as I have Bogarted my roomate's copy of Stephen King's Night Shift .
You want scary? Try these:
Ju-On Every hair on my manly body stood on end in a few scenes.
Saw Still pending release, and NO, I'm not going to see it in the theater. Other theater patrons would be annoyed by my constant outbursts of "Mommeeeeeeeeeee!"
White Noise This is a toss up. The concept creeps me out to the nth degree, but I'm not sure they could build a story around it.
On the remake:
I'm a traditionalist. Some have said that I was born in the wrong decade. I live with the values and ideals that Americans had in, lets say, the Ike years. Maybe not to that extreme, but I do live by a code set by the Duke(see Profile). You do something like, lets say, remake one of my hallowed films of old, and you get me fighting mad. (see: Ocean's Eleven, The Alamo) If ever Casablanca were remade, I would become the studio exec killer. Turner came close to having a stalker/killer when he colorized it.(I wasn't making the money I do now and couldn't afford a trip to Atlanta. Hey! I've got cash now! Road Trip!)
Okay I'm going off on an evil and twisted tangent, now. Back on track. When I saw the trailer listing for a remake of one of the films of Gen. Jimmy Stuart USAF (Ret), I damn near had a stroke. Then I watched the trailer. I am giving this one a chance. In fact, I am rather excited about it's release. It is the remake of Flight of the Phoenix , one of my favorite Jimmy Stuart films.
In Summary
In summary, Go Trojans, find me a girl who doesn't scare me more than the twisted films my roomate turns me onto, and may Gen Stuart rest with the knowledge that, hopefully, someone in Hollywood payed proper respect to his work....
USC 31 Stanford 28
USC really needs to stop being a second half football team, as my heart would rather do important things like, well, beat. Going into halftime, Stanford led 28-17. In the second half, the Men of Troy allowed only something like 16 yards total offense until six minutes left in the fourth quarter. Then a tremendous defensive stand by USC on a Stanford fourth down, and the game was no longer a contest...
On my Image:
Upon the initial meeting with me and subsequent interactions in the course of daily work periods, new employees would be terrified of me for weeks. I do not know why this happens, as I try as much as possible to hardly interact with a FNG at all, so they are hardly terrorized by me. I have been told this happens, nonetheless.
I must be softening in my age, as I received a phonecall at my home, which is not widely known at all, last evening from a guy who is only a month old with the company, inviting me out to the UTD campus to play soccer with he and his buddies. I could not attend, for I had a previous engagement with the Men of Troy as they contested bragging rights with the Stanford Cardinal on Stanford's own playing field while being televised in prime time, but I think I just might ramble out there next Saturday.
On Palo Alto, California:
I have been to Stanford Stadium only once, and not for a football game. My former barracks roomate(ah, the barracks, those were the days of freedom before the witch queen got me to get an apartment off base. The horror, the horror.) and I travelled to San Francisco to watch the U.S. National Soccer squad play Costa Rica in a World Cup Qualifier. After the match, he and I made our way to the parking lot. In the jumble of people herding along the pathways to the lot, I literally ran into and bounced off of, none other than, Bora Milatinovich, world famous soccer coach of squads such as the U.S., Mexico, and China National Teams...
On Film and Print:
I am a big baby. Nothing scares me more, besides girls, than a really scary film or book. This makes my selection of reading material, recently, all the more insane, as I have Bogarted my roomate's copy of Stephen King's Night Shift .
You want scary? Try these:
Ju-On Every hair on my manly body stood on end in a few scenes.
Saw Still pending release, and NO, I'm not going to see it in the theater. Other theater patrons would be annoyed by my constant outbursts of "Mommeeeeeeeeeee!"
White Noise This is a toss up. The concept creeps me out to the nth degree, but I'm not sure they could build a story around it.
On the remake:
I'm a traditionalist. Some have said that I was born in the wrong decade. I live with the values and ideals that Americans had in, lets say, the Ike years. Maybe not to that extreme, but I do live by a code set by the Duke(see Profile). You do something like, lets say, remake one of my hallowed films of old, and you get me fighting mad. (see: Ocean's Eleven, The Alamo) If ever Casablanca were remade, I would become the studio exec killer. Turner came close to having a stalker/killer when he colorized it.(I wasn't making the money I do now and couldn't afford a trip to Atlanta. Hey! I've got cash now! Road Trip!)
Okay I'm going off on an evil and twisted tangent, now. Back on track. When I saw the trailer listing for a remake of one of the films of Gen. Jimmy Stuart USAF (Ret), I damn near had a stroke. Then I watched the trailer. I am giving this one a chance. In fact, I am rather excited about it's release. It is the remake of Flight of the Phoenix , one of my favorite Jimmy Stuart films.
In Summary
In summary, Go Trojans, find me a girl who doesn't scare me more than the twisted films my roomate turns me onto, and may Gen Stuart rest with the knowledge that, hopefully, someone in Hollywood payed proper respect to his work....
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