The article...
Turn it off!: The 50 WORST Sports Announcers in Sports Today
(By Jay Busbee) can be found at the link below.
http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/post/Turn-it-off-The-50-worst-announcers-in-sports-?urn=top,137612&cp=3#comments
Copy. Paste. Hate.
J.J.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Jordan's JACKHOLES - Episode 1
It's a moral imperative that I do this...."Jordan's Jackholes".
There is soooo much Good/Bad viral video on the web that I'm afraid you're missing some of the Best/Worst of it. And I can't sleep knowing that.
Plus, let's be honest, what else are you going to do at work... work?
HA!
I need to devote at least one weekly blog segment to people attempting impossible stunts, getting caught in salaciously stupid acts, dumb criminals (as if are there any other kind), animals attacking, drunk celebs (or celebs attacking drunk animals) and radio D.J.s doing idiotic things with "Sham Wows". D'oh!
In general... moronic activities that show no bias toward church, creed or political affiliation... but are simply placed on the world-wide inter-web for us to enjoy from a nice, safe distance.
*Whew*
Let's begin down under, in Australia, where we see a news report on two criminals attempting (poorly) to escape - after being handcuffed AND pepper-sprayed- and being caught (not by the long arm of the law) but the tall, static presence of.... a light pole. Enjoy.
Until Next Time... Do Not Attempt At Home - go to your neighbors.
J.J.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Walking on a Thin (Mint) Line
It's that time of year again when workplaces turn into a din of Daisy Go Rounds and we Do Si Dos a delicate dance called "Buy My Child's Cookies" - no pressure.
First off... I think Girl Scouts is a great organization and proceeds from the Girl Scout Cookie Program supports programs for girls and training for volunteers across the area. But really... I just LOVE the cookies.
A box of Thin Mints in the freezer chased with a glass of milk = heaven.
But the overwhelming guilt brought on by the den mothers/fathers of the G.S.'s takes the pleasure out of it. Example: Parent #1 approaches and gives you the standard, "Hey my daughter is selling Girl Scout Cookies! Are you interested?"
Uh... yeah. Of Course I am!
But then how do I tell parents two through 14 that I already favored parent 1's child over theirs?
PLUS in the back of my head I fear I'm somehow responsible if she comes up one Lemon Chalet box short on the cookie selling badge. Thus leading to a life of Creme... er... crime.
And people wonder why my freezer is stocked like a dorm fridge after parent's weekend this time every year. I can't say no to those precious, desperate little faces.... or their kids.
But maybe I don't have to.
I inquired about the cookie-selling policy in our office and found out the station had adopted an unofficial/official stance on the out-and-out shilling of Samoas and Shortbreads. I believe parents can have the order forms at their desks but cannot openly solicit the peanut buttery goodness of Tagalongs to anyone unless approached first.
Ahhhh... the pressure's off... let the dunking begin!
P.S.
The Peanut Butter Sandwich (a.k.a. Do Si Dos) is salmonella safe.
Whew!
Until Next Time...
J.J.
First off... I think Girl Scouts is a great organization and proceeds from the Girl Scout Cookie Program supports programs for girls and training for volunteers across the area. But really... I just LOVE the cookies.
A box of Thin Mints in the freezer chased with a glass of milk = heaven.
But the overwhelming guilt brought on by the den mothers/fathers of the G.S.'s takes the pleasure out of it. Example: Parent #1 approaches and gives you the standard, "Hey my daughter is selling Girl Scout Cookies! Are you interested?"
Uh... yeah. Of Course I am!
But then how do I tell parents two through 14 that I already favored parent 1's child over theirs?
PLUS in the back of my head I fear I'm somehow responsible if she comes up one Lemon Chalet box short on the cookie selling badge. Thus leading to a life of Creme... er... crime.
And people wonder why my freezer is stocked like a dorm fridge after parent's weekend this time every year. I can't say no to those precious, desperate little faces.... or their kids.
But maybe I don't have to.
I inquired about the cookie-selling policy in our office and found out the station had adopted an unofficial/official stance on the out-and-out shilling of Samoas and Shortbreads. I believe parents can have the order forms at their desks but cannot openly solicit the peanut buttery goodness of Tagalongs to anyone unless approached first.
Ahhhh... the pressure's off... let the dunking begin!
P.S.
The Peanut Butter Sandwich (a.k.a. Do Si Dos) is salmonella safe.
Whew!
Until Next Time...
J.J.
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