07.22.07 
Observations no comments
After his “glory days” are behind him the jock must find an outlet for his desire to be in the lime-light, brag, be the champ, brag, win against odds, brag, and crush his opponent. So along comes fantasy football, a role playing game equivalent to Dungeons and Dragons, where jocks can live their wild sport fantasies in a virtual world made of whimsical teams that they role play as the manager. These were the same jocks who looked down on the nerds who played their silly fantasy-world video games. Oh the irony! Still the jock was always prone to wasting time instead of furthering himself intellectually, I guess one can’t be too surprised how he chooses to relive those “glory days.”
07.18.07 Facts no comments
Deltiology is the study and collection of postcards. Yes, postcards. Remarkably, this hobby ranks as the third most popular in the world today.
Can you imagine these people? Stop into a local Sheetz or Highs Dairy tomorrow and you might see a deltiologist perusing the postcard rack, just looking for that perfect addition to his collection. My guess is that he’ll probably be wearing a multi-colored canvass fanny pack situated over his right-hip. He’s also likely wearing denim shorts, 6-inches above the knee, with white crew socks to complement. His t-shirt is probably off-white portraying “The Great Outdoors” with a deer on it to boot. The crazy part about all of this is that, may I remind you, this is the third most popular hobby in the world.
I must depart. I heard there’s a $0.99 postcard sale at Wal-Mart.
07.12.07 Observations 8 comments
Could there be a more meaningless form of communication that the internet has brought about then emoticons? O.k. if I think about that too long I start to think of some others, such as abbreviations for meaningless sayings like “LOL”. Who in their right mind is actually laughing out loud when the type that? Nobody. I find these both to be a regressive form of communication that in turn actually communicate the user is a mongoloid. I recently received an email from a friend who ended the first sentence with a smiley-face emoticon at which point I stopped reading and hit the delete key.
07.01.07 Culture 22 comments
Recently I discovered that I know grown adults using the colossal waste of time called Facebook. After this discovery I am evaluating whether or not I can still call them my friends. In fact since the crowning achievement with these social networking sites is to obtain as many “friends” as you can, I am contemplating starting a “no longer friends” list that contains all the guys I know that use Facebook. “Why?” you say, would I consider disowning them as comrades. Well for starters using Facebook as a grown man is far from masculine. Facebook is equivalent to scrap-booking, a hobby enjoyed by teenage girls and housewives. If I ever went over to a friends house and found him pasting pictures, notes from others, and newspaper clippings into a scrapbook I would quickly snatch the book run for some type of flammable liquid, a match, and set the thing ablaze. That is the kind of faithful friend I am. However, since I can’t do this with Facebook I will instead post their names as “Friends no more.” I just can’t be associated with such pansies.
After his “glory days” are behind him the jock must find an outlet for his desire to be in the lime-light, brag, be the champ, brag, win against odds, brag, and crush his opponent. So along comes fantasy football, a role playing game equivalent to Dungeons and Dragons, where jocks can live their wild sport fantasies in a virtual world made of whimsical teams that they role play as the manager. These were the same jocks who looked down on the nerds who played their silly fantasy-world video games. Oh the irony! Still the jock was always prone to wasting time instead of furthering himself intellectually, I guess one can’t be too surprised how he chooses to relive those “glory days.”
