Thursday, November 30, 2006

Retarded Neighbors & The Hall of Fame

The three of you who actually read this blog know that a few months back I moved into a new apartment. Overall I am very happy with the place … it’s a bit smaller, it’s a bit cheaper, it has a nice view of Manhattan (see crappy phone camera picture), my commute to and from work is as easy as ever … but my neighbors are, well, retarded.

Now, don’t go getting your panties in an uproar … by “retarded” I don’t mean mentally handicapped or any such thing. They’re just stupid. Stupid and annoying.

For one, they like to smoke in the hallway. I can understand this … they have young children and I agree that you shouldn’t smoke around kids. My old man smoked around my brother and I and God knows we’ve had our share of medical problems. I also understand that, even though they have a very nice fire escape they could smoke on, maybe they’re not used to the dipping temperatures (although it has been unseasonably warm lately) and would prefer to smoke indoors. However, I do NOT understand why they think the hallway is an ashtray in and of itself.

Do they bother to ash or put out their butts in an ashtray, a soda can, anything? No. They feel that stairs serve the same purpose … and they’re nifty for getting up and down. And who, pray tell, winds up being the one who sweeps and mops up after them? You guessed it.

But in truth, this is the least of my complaints. I’m more concerned with their maltreatment of our building’s plumbing.

It all began several weeks ago when both my shower and my kitchen sink backed up. Neither was all that severe. A bottle of Liquid Plumber seemed to do the trick … for a day or two. And then it happened again. This time I took the plunger to the shower drain and yielded minimal results. I switched gears and tried the same in the kitchen sink. After three or four minutes of active plunging (that’s a cool word, you gotta admit) I pulled up handfuls (plural, not singular, please note) of rice! I don’t eat rice! These a$$holes had apparently forced about a pound and a half of rice down the drain. Jeez!

Then this week, after returning from Jamaica (I’ll write about that in the next post … probably) I found my shower backed up with about six inches of disgusting brown, hair-and-gunk filled water. Joy! I took the trusty plunger to the drain again … and after about 10 minutes the water slowly drained away. Two days later, it happened again. I repeated the process. Two days later, it happened again …

But this time was different. This time it reeked of bleach. It was next to impossible to breathe in my apartment. This time I had no choice but to call my landlord and have a plumber come and “snake my shit.” (That’s a shout out to JB … we’re both amused by the phrase “snake my shit.”) He couldn’t get out until the next morning … and by then I realized that whatever was causing the bleach odor was eating away my damn shower!

The problem is now resolved … but my poor shower has been scarred for life.

Big Mac & The Hall of Fame

Here are the only two questions that need to be considered whenever Mark McGwire and Hall of Fame are brought up in the same sentence -- as they will be a lot from now until the Class of 2007 is announced early in January. And maybe long after that.

First, do McGwire's on-field accomplishments merit his selection to Cooperstown? Yes! But, does anything else -- we all know what that might be -- demand his exclusion? I have to say no!

McGwire is among the 17 former Major League Baseball players on the 2007 Hall of Fame ballot, the first such group of prominent players linked to the use of performance-enhancing drugs.

This group includes Jose Canseco and the late Ken Caminiti, former MVPs who admitted steroid use. In fact, Canseco made the accusation that he and McGwire did steroids together while teammates with the Oakland A’s.

Members of the Baseball Writers Association of America who have covered the sport for at least 10 years determine which players make the cut. That’s who votes. Sports writers. People who are always looking for good copy.

Their consternation centers on whether to admit McGwire, who finished his career with 583 home runs, which ranks seventh on MLB's all-time list. Five-hundred home runs, 3,000 hits … both are usually considered automatic entries.

If only Big Mac hadn't gone to Capitol Hill last year. Things might be different.

The slugger was peppered with questions from opportunistic lawmakers wanting to know what he put in his body to become Paul Bunyan. His response is exactly what will unfairly doom his selection into the Hall, ``I'm not here to talk about the past.''

The Associated Press earlier this week surveyed about 20 percent of eligible voters. Only 1-in-4 who gave an opinion said they planned to vote for McGwire this year.

That's far shy of the 75 percent needed for induction. In fact, it's closer to the 5 percent needed just to remain on future ballots. And that’s a shame … nothing has been proven and there wasn’t even a policy in place banning steroids until 2002. Are we gonna ban the man that in many ways saved the sport with his run at 61 homeruns on hearsay and innuendo? Knowing baseball writers … probably so.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Worst Blog Entry Ever!

The Election is over ...

Okay, so those in the know are aware that a large portion of my work (and by that I mean the day job that supports me, not the artistic job that keeps threatening to put me in the poor house) is political in nature. So every election season my workload increases to near ridiculous degrees. How ridiculous? Well, I showed up at work Monday morning at 9am and was finally able to leave shortly after 7pm on Tuesday. That’s right folks … I worked a 34 hour shift. Straight. With minimal breaks and no time for lunch, dinner or breakfast. And 33 of those 34 hours were as busy as can be. Needless to say, I write this blog today very much in recovery mode. The good news is that the Democrats have taken over the House and made great strides in gubernatorial races and in the Senate. The even better news is … I have some vacation time coming.

Naturally this workload is the primary reason that I’ve been more than remiss at updating this ol’ blog. It’s not so much that I haven’t had a free moment here and there to write something but more that my mind (at least the part that is moderately creative and capable of writing) has been as inactive as can be. Don’t expect this to be all that entertaining or amusing of an entry.

Bike Taxi and KISS

A week and a half ago or so I did have one evening that was filled with entertainment. I left work shortly after 5pm and went to McCann’s in Port Authority with JB for a few drinks. We were really just killing time. Later that night we had tickets to go see KISS in concert at Cobo Hall in 1976. Yeah, I know, a movie of a concert from thirty years ago. Ho hum, some of you say. But not me. This was KISS! This was young, energetic, hungry KISS. This was exciting!

So we leave the bar at Port Authority (a little stumbly and a touch buzzed) and find that getting a cab quickly (we only had about 30 minutes to get to Union Square) wasn’t going to happen. So we took the first available option … a bicycle cab. From 42nd and 8th Avenue all the way to Union Square. We hop in, put a blanket over us (it was a bit chilly that night) and our new friend and chauffer (who we took to calling Tyrell) huffed and puffed his way to the movie theatre. In all the time I’ve been in New York, I had never taken the bicycle taxi, always figuring that it was too expensive. Well … it is! But it was a blast. We naturally behaved as though we were teenagers in a limo … hooting and hollering at everybody as we passed. We even dropped the old Mr. Microphone line, “Hey baby, we’ll be back to pick you up later!”

Random Mindless Observations

So, without expounding on anything (told you this was gonna be a lame entry) here are a few things I’ve noticed the past couple of weeks (in no particular order):

1. Never take an evil mop home with you.
2. If you do and they come back, lock the door.

3. I start to get grumpy around the 26th hour of being awake and then silly at about hour 31.
4. I’ve met a lot of selfish people over the years – you know who you are! You're the people that suck!
5. The criteria for me to refer to somebody as “exotic” is pretty limited.
6. I’m better at karaoke when I’ve never heard the song before … and I’m drunk.
7. No matter how hard you try to put the past behind you, it’ll rear its ugly head from time to time.
8. I have a lot of past.
9. Everybody has a cooler cell phone than me.
10. Rebecca was right … the meatballs at Carmine’s are excellent! And trust me, I know meatballs.
11. I have never actually purchased an umbrella in my entire life! Been given a few, stolen a few … never purchased one!
12. Ducks are funny. Period. They just are. Even devil ducks.