the jets?  making out like gang busters.

the packers?  look like cold, hard business men rolling the dice.  i do have to respect their commitment to thier decisions.  because i would have taken brett back after making him sweat for a minute.  or i might have not traded him and made him either hold out, or compete with rodgers for the spot.  maybe he didn’t want to compete, maybe there’s something else at play we have not yet heard.  although i doubt that.  it’s like the freaking oj simpson case starring brett farve. 

enough already.

brett farve?  looks like a whiney, bitchy, cry-baby prima donna.

i’m secretly rooting for a disaster of a season that finds brett breaking his own single season interception record, the jets winning two games and aaron rodgers knocking off the cowboys for the superbowl.  as well as stealing jessica simpson from tony romo.  at halftime.  during the conference championship game.

screw you brett farve.  retire and become an offensive coordinator at some po-dunk mississippi high school where all you do is throw the ball.  no running at all unless it’s a screen pass.  throw in a little option.  you should have won that giants game.  then someone started calling pass play after pass play after pass play after pass play.  and yeah, you guys hadn’t ran the ball very well up to that point but holy crap man. 

do run an option play or something.  i know you’re going to pass it.  you know you are going to pass it.  the american people know you are going to pass it.  and the new york giants defense sure as shit knows you are going to pass it.

if the packers don’t win the division, everyone gets fired.  if the jets win two more games than they did last year, which they might have anyway, the jets win big.  sold lots of season tickets, lots of number 4 jerseys and lots and lots of advertising.  this is a no win for the pack unless they make the superbowl.

i’m actually hoping the jets trade him to the vikings.

i don’t know if you are familiar with a liquid substance called “mineral spirits”, but it’s a lot like paint thinner.  in fact, i think they are pretty much the same thing. 

imagine a cloth rag soaked in paint thinner, then stored convieneintly in your back pocket.  and if you can’t imagine it, let me tell you that the paint thinner eventually will bleed through your pants and start to eat your skin.  it’s very uncomfortable.

the arthiritis is killing me.  i’m gonna have to move somewhere i can get a medicinal marijuana license.  i’m not gonna call it pain i’m feeling in my joints, but it’s certainly a discomfort.  and it is most certainly what my buddy danny call, “some of that ol’ bullcrap.”

let me first say  truly appreciate the capitalistic ferocity of one mr. kid rock.  my man has the same song playing across all genres of popular music right now.  with perhaps the exception of classic rock where they are playing the two songs he samples, sweet home alabama by lynyrd skynyrd and werewolves of london by warren zevon.

i’m tired of hearing it.  just like i am with the three other popular songs radio plays every fifteen minutes.

but this damn kid rock song is played every fifteen minutes and every music station i listen to. 

it’s a song he didn’t even really write.  he samples werewolves of london and sweet home alabama, puts a little beat to it, and and then talks about getting drunk, smoking weed and screwing in his car all summer.

brilliant!  i love that guy.

i tend to get stuck listening to country music while on the job site as that’s what everyone else likes.  and my music gives people head aches.  but on the country station here in louisville, both of them, he’s allowed to say drinking whiskey out of the bottle, not worrying about tomorrow.  and he’s allowed to say making love to our favorite song.  but they edit out the word “smoke” in the line that says “we were smoking funny things.”

i don’t understand that he’s allowed to specifically refer to underaged drinking and fornication but they edit out the part where he refers to reefer.  he might be talking about cigarettes, which are funny things.  or cigars, or pipe tobacco.

yeah, he’s talking about weed.  but my point is, it’s retarded to edit the word smoke out of a song.  if you don’t want that to play on the air, cut out the whole line.  because how hard is it to figure out what the word is?

and if that is innappropriate, why isn’t drinking whiskey out the bottle?  i think underage drinking is illegal too if that’s the case?  and i don’t know?  should the youth of america be encouraged to have sex in their cars all summer long?

i’m just saying, censorship is dumb.

Kentucky Basketball Player’s Mt. Rushmore.

On the Dave and Scott Show on 93.9 the ticket this morning, they were talking about whom you would put on your Mt. Rushmore for UK basketball, football, and UL basketball and football.  It was pretty interesting.  Some of the callers had good ones; some of the callers had stupid ones.

But we talked about it all day at work.  We are avid UK basketball fans so that’s what we talked about.  A little about football, but there are so many more football players that I don’t know and we all follow basketball much more closely, so that’s what we talked about.

I sent the question to a bunch of my friends via text asking, who’s on your UK basketball player Mt. Rushmore?

I got lots of replies.  Most of them serious but then I also got a couple votes for Gimel Martinez and Todd Sveboda.  If the Cats would have played Alabama every game, Gimel might be on mine.  He lit those guys up for some reason.

Dan Issell and Jamal Mashburn are unanimous.  The other two are pretty varied.  I got everything from Alex Groza to Kyle Macy to Antoine Walker.  I even got someone considering Tom Payne, the first black player to play for UK.  Although that was a milestone, he was never really much of a player and I think he even spent some time in the clink for rape.  So he’s out.

It’s hard for me not to put Jack Givens on my Mt. Rushmore simply because he dropped 41 on Duke in the National Title game.  And it would be hard to leave Macy off because as one of my friends put it, he was always money.  And he was always money.

I got a couple votes for Caywood Ledford, Adolph Rupp and Bill “Mr. Wildcat” Keightly.  But we’re sticking to players only.

I got votes for Rex Chapman, Tony Delk, Ron Mercer, Frank Beard, Cotton Nash and a few others.  Personally, I find it hard to leave off someone like Chuck Hayes.

But I decided on my four UK Mt. Rushmore players. 

Dan Issell, Jamal Mashburn, Kenny Walker and Tayshaun Prince.

With honorable mention going to Jack Givens, Kyle Macy, Chuck Hayes and Frank Beard.

Please comment and leave me your choices for the Mt. Rushmore of Kentucky basketball players.

The Dark Knight.

It might not be the best movie ever made, but it is certainly the best movie I can remember seeing for myself.

I went to see it Saturday at the IMAX which was of course sold out.  When I got to the ticket booth, I asked the guy if there wasn’t one single seat left in the IMAX.  He said no sir, I’m sorry.

So I bought a ticket for the regular showing.  But being the sneaky guy I am, I walked into the IMAX theater just to see for myself.  At the IMAX you purchase numbered seats and they have ushers in there to help seat you.  Just so happens as I walked in, the usher on my side was helping someone to their seat up in the middle of the theater leaving the first row unguarded.  And there has a sparkly, golden seat calling my name.

Ha ha, suckers.

I didn’t feel safe until the lights went down though.  The theater was packed.  And there probably wasn’t a single empty seat.  I am lucky I didn’t get busted.

Needless to say, I was blown away.  Awesome is the only word that came to mind as I was walking out of the theater into the blinding sunlight of a humid July day in Louisville, Kentucky.

It was so good, I went to see it again the next day.  Just to make sure it was truly as bad ass as I thought it was.

It is.

It would have been nice to see all the same people reprise their roles from Batman Begins, but apparently Mrs. Tom Cruise didn’t think.  That’s it, she just didn’t think.  How can you not get back in this film?  Just one more reason I hate Tom Cruise.  I’m sure it’s his fault.

But that’s okay, Maggie Gyllenhaal looks like her a little bit and acted just like her, really.  I don’t know if she was intentionally trying to be Katie Holmes but she was dead on.  Speech patterns and all.  She’s just not quite as cute as Katie. 

Screw you Tom Cruise.

This thing was as good if not better the second time I saw it.  I’ll probably see it a third time.  I think it’s easily going to make more money than any movie in history; certainly it will make more money than any other movie this year.  And I know that’s not what gets you Academy Awards, but I’m starting to think they need to take box office draw into consideration.  I mean, gas is four bucks a gallon and it is at least six bucks for a matinee most places.  And if people are forking out that kind of bread two and three times to see the same movie, that means it’s pretty damn good.

The Guardian reports opening weekend ticket sales near $200 million.  http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,2291950,00.html

That’s a lot of bread.

Go see this movie.  It is a definite full price, as soon as it comes out on DVD purchase. 

I give this film eleven dead Joel Shumachers out of ten dead Joel Shumachers.  Because Joel Shumacher should be buried under alive under the used ticket stubs of this film for what he did the Batman franchise with Batman Forever.  What a douche.

Oh, Heath Ledger’s Joker is off the charts frightening and hilarious.  Often times in the same scene.  In both screenings I saw this weekend, the audience reacted to his Joker like I have never seen in any other film.  Ever.  They laughed with him one moment and where scared to silence the next.

i’ve not blogged in like ever.  nor have i read any blogs.  my bad.  i suck.  i did try to comment on someone’s blog a few days ago but myspace was being shitty so i couldn’t.  sorry.

my allergies have been kicking my ass this week.  i finally got the use of both my nostrils back today.  feeling much better.  i gotta wash my sheets because every time i’ve rolled over in bed the last few days this disgusting liquid snot has poured out all over myself and my bed clothes.  i know, gross.  but what are ya gonna do?

i tried to sleep with toilet paper wadded up in my nose but that’s just uncomfortable.  plus after a couple hours the toilet paper gets so saturated with liquid snot it kinda rolls out onto me  and i think that might be nastier than just the straight pour of goo.

now that it’s clearing up, the flem in my nose is starting to harden and stick to my nose hairs so that it’s making my nose hairs stick out of my nose in all kinds of crazy angles.  and my nose is so chaffed and sore from the constant blowing that it really, really hurts to stick my finger up there and try to straiten stuff out.  and it really, really, really hurts to try and pull the little hairs out.

oh, and speaking of nose hairs…

you know you are in a classy establishment when standing at the urinal you look up and see a giant booger staring you in the face.

and you know you are in a really high class place when there’s a nose hair stuck to that giant booger staring you in the face.  i can’t help but wonder if the nose hair came out with the booger of if someone purposely pulled out a nose hair to stick it to the wall with the giant booger.

i’ve not worn a pair of matched socks in weeks.  and it don’t really bother me.  it bothers other people.  but not me.

if someone notices, they say, hey.  you know you got different color socks on.  and i say.  yeah. 

sometimes i’ll get chippy with them just for fun and say something like, it’s laundry day.  what of it?

someimes they get chippy back and say something like, watch your tone with me young man.

sometimes i have to smack some old ladies walker out from under her because she made fun of my one white sock and my one black sock.

sometimes.

i hope everyone’s fourth was as cool as mine.  i got to eat my weight in ale-8’s and set off some explosives within close range of juveniles. 

my brother has a big fourth of july bash every year where we all go to his place and grill out, play some corn hole and washers, and when the sun goes down set about five hundred bucks in projectile explosives off in his front yard.  what fun.

this year we had a four man team shooting off the mortars.  me, clay, and his neighbors on either side of him.  me and chris on one side and clay and aubry on the other.  aubry was a newbie to the festivities so we’ll give him a pass but he better get on his game for next year.

it was a good show though.  me and chris would get ours lit and up in the air and while they were still burning colors in the sky, clay and aubry would have thier two mortars lit.  it’s a pretty impressive show for a neighborhood fireworks display.  and we set off a couple of those boxes full of mini mortars for the grand finale.  with me and chris still launching some of the big mortars behind the little ones.

i’d say the show ran a good twenty five minutes this year.  that’s about as long as it needs to be.  any more than that and i feel like chevy chase at the grand canyon.  yeah, yeah, let’s go.

good times, good times.

i think i got myself fired from my resturant job though.  hey, i told them on tuesday i wasn’t going to be there on saturday night.  sorry.  i’ve been working on prioritizing my life and clay’s fourth of july party trumps the part time resturant gig. 

norma left a mean message for me on my voice mail that said something like it was my responsibilty to get someone to cover my shift and if i didn’t get someone to cover or show up myself she would take me off the schedule permantly.  so, i kinda wonder if i’m fired or just taken off the schedule.  that would be sweet.  then i could just work when i wanted to.  which is kinda what i do anyway.

oh well, i need a better second job anyway.  who am i kidding.  i need a better first job.

one more thing, check out my other blogs.  cal’s don’t be fat blog at calsdontbefatblog.wordpress.com and cal’s movie blog at calsmovieblog.wordpress.com.

gotta love that global warming.  it’s barely gonna break 80 today if it even does.  it’s almost july.  in kentucky.  al gore’s such an idiot.

job for today blew out.  i love it when that happens.  nothing like showing up to a job site and not working.  good times.  until i’m broke.  then it kinda sucks.  maybe i should work on my resume a little.  only problem is i really don’t wanna work anyway.  so i guess it all works out.

went to the gym this morning since we didn’t work.  i suppose that’s doing someting at least half way productive with my time.  doing some laundry the rest of the day.  that half way productive as well.  got band practice tonight.  that’s only productive about half the time.  so i guess that would be about a quarter of the way productive regardless of what goes down.

fixed some kick ass stir fry for lunch today.  it’s good to fix your own food.  cheaper, healthier, funner. 

i cut up two chicken breast and cooked them in my wok, then added some frozen stir fry veggies.  in a separate pot i cooked some wild rice.  i love wild rice.  i need a bigger wok though so i could have put the rice and everything in there and stir fried it.  but we just had to put the rice in it when we ate it.  it was still good.  i put some crushed chili peppers in mine.  you know that stuff on the top shelf of the oriental food aisle.  it looks like liquid red pepper flakes.  and i suppose that’s what it is.  mmm…good stuff.

burned myself a cd to listen to in the car.  secret samadi by live.  that’s a good band. 

oh, i started a new work out today designed to sculpt a v shaped torso.  i’ll let ya know how that goes.  my back is kinda sore though.  that sucks.  you’d think bending over all day laying a floor would get my back in pretty good shape.  but after about 25 dead lifts, i can sure feel it.

i gotta work on my chin ups.  i can do like four in a row.  and i don’t even think i do them right.  in the men’s health magazine, where i glean all my health knowledge, it says that a correct chin up is when you bring yourself all the way up and touch your chest to the bar.  i can’t even do one of those…

almost had to drive with mom to el paso.  she’s on her way out there to pick up little emily.  but since we had a full week on the schedule she got a plane ticket to fly her out there and she’s bringing em back on the greyhound.  that’s gonna suck.  greyhound is a cheap way to travel i reckon, but it’s not exactly comfortable.

it’s a lot cheaper though than driving out there.  i think she said gas would have been like 250 and we’d a had to get at least one motel.  probably two.  i remember back in the day i could get in my car and drive straight to dodge city, kansas.  i can barely make it to winchester these days without having to stop.

oh well.  maybe i’ll drive back out at the end of summer when emmies gotta go home for school.  it mom don’t just keep her here.

Okay, here’s a few random things I’ve been wanting to say something about but have been to fat and lazy to.

The incredible hulk is incredible.  It is really good.  How could I forget how wonderful Liv Tyler is?  She is amazing.  She also looks pretty good.

This one is far, far, immeasurably better than the last one they made with what’s his name?  Played Hector in the crappy movie with Brad Pitt as Achilles?  He’s also in Munich, which is very good…Eric Bana, yeah.  The one where he was the Hulk was terrible.  Although Jennifer Conley is worth the price of most admissions…

I mean, what’s the last bad movie you saw with Ed Norton?  Or Tim Roth?  Guys like that tend to pick pretty good scripts.  A good script and a dump truck full of twenties…

I also saw Kung Fu Panda.  It was chocked full of awesomeness.  That’s really all you need to know.  It was even more awesome because I saw it on IMAX.  IMAX is awesome.  Not sure it’s worth friggin’ eleven bucks a ticket…but it is awesome.

David Cross as Crane was pretty funny, but when I heard his voice I just had trouble picturing a bad ass kung fu master.  Didn’t even recognize Angelina Jolie as Tigress.  Or Jackie Chan as Monkey for that matter.

But it is hilarious.  Big fat panda kick major ass.

The White Brother Funk is alive and well.  Had another jam session with Phil and Steven in Lexington.  It’s pretty awesome.  I really enjoy playing my bass guitar.  It’s good therapy for my slightly deranged mind.

I thought the Tunesmith’s had a pretty good practice last week.  Maybe we didn’t get much accomplished in the way of solidifying some song structures and stuff like that.  But we did get in some pretty good jams and got some of the best takes on stuff we’d been working on.  At least I thought so.

Playing bass guitar is fun times regardless.  And it really does help me focus my thoughts.  I focus on playing the guitar and kinda gets all my brains muscles working toward the same goal, which is to rock ass on bass guitar, and it’s almost like my mind stays focused a little better for some time afterwards. 

I guess that means I should play my bass more.

Going to the Y feels like that too.  I should go to the Y more.  In fact, the day after rocking out my bass real good, I actually made it to the gym.  Thank the good lord in heaven.  I’m getting so fat I disgust myself.

I mean, I still look good.  Don’t get me wrong.  But minus 15 pounds and the little girls just don’t stand a chance.

Alex’s bass is the best thing I’ve ever stolen.  I wish I had stolen someone’s bass twenty years ago.  Or at least right after high school when i sat my trumpet down.

Oh well.  I’m a late bloomer.  A very, very, very late bloomer.