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Name: Alex
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: Queens
Birthday: 10/20/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Anything that involves me sitting on the couch and exerting the least possible amount of energy.
Expertise: Procrastinator Extraordinaire. Full-time sports fanatic.
Occupation: Marketing
Industry: Business
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| For the record, The Wire is possibly the greatest tv show I've ever watched. This is what happens when you don't have HBO for most of your life. You miss out on shit like this. I'd watch the first two seasons of The Sopranos as well but I feel like that bandwagon is already full. Plus I really enjoy the Irish mobsters more than the Italian ones. Why? I don't know. Maybe because I'm quite fond of New England accents like you hear in The Departed (Boston) and Brotherhood (Rhode Island). Anyway, watch The Wire. It'll kick anything else's ass that was ever on television. So as the holiday season is well underway, I've come up with a wishlist for myself. I know, I know. It may seem a bit childish but I figure what the hell. It's a fun way to help kill some time for those who might be bored at work or at home. Besides, isn't the holiday season and Christmas all about the child-like wonderment of......children? What? Ok, anyway, without further ado, my Christmas list for 2007:
December 14, 2007
Santa Claus
Director of Operations/Chief Designer
Santa's Workshop, Inc.
North Pole, NP
Dear Santa: How ya doin, Chief? It's been a while since I've written one of these to you. Mainly because I discovered that you're not real, despite what the mainstream media tries to tell us. Plus you never got me my Ghostbusters ECTO-1 vehicle when I was 5. And I got Back to the Future for the Nintendo when I was 10, which happens to be the worst game ever. I mean seriously, were you listening? Anyway, I'm writing to you now because I'm bored and I'm trying to entertain my loyal fanbase (no one) that read my blog by coming up with a satirical list (partially satirical) of gifts that I want from you, my fake friend, Kris Kringle. So do me a favor and carefully review my list as I have provided pictures to go along with the items. I have also enumerated it in descending order from want to mainly want. Yes, I'm thoughtful in my process so that there won't be so much strain on your old eyes. I'm mean, what are you? 246 years old? Does anyone know this? My Top 5 Wish List 5) Gift of flight
Now I don't know how possible this is. Can you grant super powers like this? I think that's why I put it up at #5 (least want). But seriously, if you could that easily puts it into the #1 spot. Just thought I'd take a chance. 4) Kitchen Cart
This is actually pretty important. It's from www.HomeDepot.com. I'd get it myself but shipping is like a hundred bucks. I mean are they nuts? Plus they don't have them at the store. Right now I got my microwave sitting on my dining table and my toaster oven sitting on my radiator. Not cool. 3) Season 7 of 24 not to suck
The sixth season of 24 proved to America that the terrorists really have won. Never have I been so hyped-up for a season only to have it suck a humongous amount of donkey dick. Seriously, all I ask is for some pride restored into this franchise. The Jack Bauer I know isn't crying on the cover (not photoshopped, I swear. It was MS Paint).
2) Johan Santana on the New York Mets
Along with our awful bullpen, the Mets starting rotation fell apart towards the end of the season. Actually, the whole team fell apart towards the end of the season. But with Tom Glavine going back to being Atlanta's number one bitch, the rotation has a huge hole. How do you fill that whole? By trading for the best pitcher in the game. This one would be nice. Real nice. I mean, the Mets will still suck, just not in the starting pitching department.
1) The Account Executive position at BGW
I interviewed for the job and made an impression. I want this job. I NEED this job. In reality, I need ANY job, but I know that this job is meant for me. Seriously, when do I ever sound so optimistic about anything? Exactly. Please make them hire me and I swear I won't have mean thoughts about ramming people into the meridian of the BQE for horrendous driving. Well, that's my list. My number one is a job. How responsible is that, Santa? I've grown inside and out. I've been relatively good this year. I don't yell at my little brother as much and I drove AND picked-up my parents from the airport......TWICE!!!!! I know you saw me do that shit last week. Anyway, I know you're busy so I'll let you go. Hope to hear from you soon. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Alexander Kim
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| Ok, I'm unemployed and every decent lead that I get, it seems to amount to, "Sorry, we went with somebody else." But as tiring as that's becoming, I'm just fed up with the disaster called the New York Mets. 2007 was supposed to be a year filled with higher expectations. After running away with the NL East title last season, things were supposed to be a little tighter. And after sitting in first again for most of the season, this ship is sinking and sinking fast. In all my years of watching Mets baseball, this team has to be the most disappointing yet. And that's including the last place teams during the Art Howe era. Maybe the expectations were too high. Maybe us Met fans hoped a little too much after watching such brilliance in 2006. Just when the Mets were starting to be the "real" New York team, the stars realigned and brought order back into the baseball universe. I guess it was a little too much to think that the Yankees were gonna miss the playoffs (that's why I almost never count them out) while the Mets kept sitting back and waiting for October. Well, Yankee fans, you get the last laugh as we're about to piss away the division and maybe the playoffs while you run away with the Wild Card and possibly the division.....again. There are so many people to point fingers at for the latest collapse. We can start with our supposed spark plug, Jose Reyes. There's a reason I cringed when people started calling him the best shortstop in New York. Hell, I gotta admit I bought into the hype. He was even making a real good case for himself for most of the season. Now he looks like the same immature player that he was as a rookie, showing off his golf swing at pitches in the dirt, getting thrown out trying to steal a base in the most critical situations, and so forth. It seems that his smile shines a little less brighter and his dance moves have a little less flair. Our brilliant GM, Omar Minaya is just as responsible, putting out a mirage of a bullpen. He let go of good players, signed crap player, traded good players for crap players, and pretty much summed up his junior year as GM as a complete bust. I mean seriously, how do you reward a guy who got busted for doing steroids by giving him a 2 year deal? Does that make sense? Does he know how steroids work? You usually have to keep taking them to receive that same performance. Once you stop, your skills typically decline. And seeing as how he got caught, it's a good bet that Mota isn't taking them anymore. In fact, you can just look at his ERA to tell that he isn't taking them anymore. But the real problem I find with this team is the manager, Willie Randolph. Ahh, Willie Randolph. Gold Glove winning second baseman who made a name with himself as a New York Yankee. Brooklyn born Willie Randolph. The first black manager in New York, Willie Randolph. He brought a winning attitude to a franchise that was in disarray. Having won championships as a player and a coach, Willie knows a little something about winning. However, he doesn't seem to know anything about managing. Consistently making inexplicable moves, Willie is one of the main reasons if not THE main reason why the Mets have collapsed. Instead of relying on statistics and favorable pitching match-ups, Willie likes to go with his "gut." Now while I applaud a manager who isn't always by "the book," I also know that there's "the book" for a reason. Willie's "gut" is about as reliable as FEMA. And please, someone give the man a pulse. I get the whole even-keel attitude, but wake up you son of a bitch. I don't wanna hear what your pedigree is as a player and a coach. You're a fuckin manager and a poor one at that. Any monkey could've guided last year's team to the division title. But your terrible in-game strategy has already cost us dearly in a pennant race that we're soon about to lose. This team has been, plain and simple, a disaster. It used to break my heart watching this team lose game after game up until a couple of days ago. Now, I just expect it. Now I just hang my head in dissapointment. I've never felt more disgusted watching this team play EVER until this season. The lack of leadership and killer instinct this team once had only a season ago is suddenly gone. The dancing, the dugout that resembled Carnivale is quickly fading away as do their playoff hopes. There's no character left on a team full of characters. As I was at the Mets Clubhouse shop yesterday, I pondered long and hard about laying down $100 for a David Wright batting practice jersey. I decided against it only because I have bills to pay in a couple of weeks with no paycheck coming in. That's decision making skills I didn't put on my resume. Someone give me a job. | | |
| When I read stuff like this, it makes me feel all tingly. Not because sports is available just about anywhere, but because of the way people react and interact with one another when rooting for a team. From the New York Times: Satellite TV Creates Sports Bar in the Sky By KATE TORGOVNICK Published: March 28, 2007 Dave Adams of Brooklyn had his eyes glued to the N.C.A.A. men’s basketball tournament game between Ohio State and Memphis on Saturday. He threw a celebratory fist in the air as Ohio State center Greg Oden, his favorite player on the court, made his way to the basket. A cold beer sat to Adams’s side, and he held a bag of chips in one hand. But Adams was not in his living room. Nor was he at a sports bar. He was cruising at 19,000 feet on JetBlue Airways, Flight 1308 from Washington Dulles to Kennedy International Airport, a thick layer of clouds visible through the window beside him. Television screens at each seat with live satellite broadcasts are a feature that has changed the in-flight experience for sports fans and nonfans alike, virtually creating a sports bar in the sky. Fans can follow the action, but they do not always do it discreetly. “I can always tell when something exciting has happened, good or bad,” said Natalie Ordakowski, a flight attendant for Frontier Airlines. “Everyone lets out a huge roar. They throw their hands up in the air or tease one another. We definitely sell a lot more liquor when games are on.” Joan Vincenz, the managing director for product marketing at Delta Air Lines, said, “We have people whooping or crying when their team is winning or losing.” Major sporting events like the N.C.A.A. tournament or the World Cup stir fans’ passions, and some of those fans find themselves on airplanes during their teams’ games. “This is the reason I travel with JetBlue,” said Adams, who watched Ohio State prevail in the Round of 8. “It’s better than whatever foolish movie they usually have on planes.” A spokesman for JetBlue, which offers 36 channels of DirecTV, said that ESPN consistently ranked among the three most-watched channels. A spokesman for Frontier, where customers pay $5 to use a 24-channel system, said ESPN was the most-watched station by far. JetBlue was the first airline to offer live satellite television; when the airline started in 2000, all of its planes had small, seatback screens. In 2002, it acquired LiveTV, which installs seatback televisions and equips planes with satellite systems. Frontier purchased its systems from LiveTV, and as of 2005, all its airplanes were equipped with televisions. On Delta, Dish Network satellite television is available only on cross-country flights from Kennedy. Airlines must negotiate the specific set of satellite TV channels they want to carry. Sometimes sporting events are not included among the channels, so the airline can try to work out a special arrangement. Frontier has done this for several years to allow passengers to watch the Super Bowl. “On that one day a year, we negotiate with DirecTV and LiveTV to basically replace a channel with the station broadcasting the Super Bowl,” said Joe Hodas, a spokesman for Frontier, which has not made such an arrangement for the N.C.A.A. men’s basketball tournament or the World Series. JetBlue regularly carries CBS, so sports fans can watch the N.C.A.A. tournament and the Super Bowl, among other events. “It’s always cool to watch with the passengers,” said Ryan Meagher, a JetBlue flight attendant. “Some of the most memorable sports moments have occurred while I was flying,” he added, recalling Phil Mickelson’s meltdown on the 18th hole last year at the United States Open, the Giants playing in the N.F.L. postseason and Gilbert Arenas making a 3-pointer from halfcourt at the buzzer. Brett Muney, manager of product development at JetBlue, said the best part of having televised sporting events available in-flight was the sense of competition that often emerges among passengers. “It’s great when we fly between two cities who are playing,” Muney said. “I remember we had a New York-to-Pittsburgh flight while that game was on,” he added, referring to an N.F.L. game. “You could hear everyone rooting for their home team. It becomes a fun environment.” But there is at least one downside to watching a live game on a plane. When it arrives at the gate at its destination, the TV screens may be turned off at exactly the wrong moment. Hodas, the Frontier spokesman, said he heard about this from Frontier’s chief executive. “The year before last, Jeff Potter, our C.E.O., was on the plane the evening of the Super Bowl,” Hodas said. “They pulled into the gate with three or four minutes left in the game. No one wanted to get off the plane, so Jeff went up to the captain and said, ‘Let’s just sit until the game’s over.’ The captain made the announcement, and Jeff, along with everyone else, sat there and watched the end of the game.” | | |
| Have we experienced the death of xanga? Maybe not death, but a slow, agonizing form of cancer that's leading to its death? I noticed that no one really updates anymore. It used to be that I would look at my subscriptions and have something new to read every single day. Slowly it became every other day. Then it was a couple of times a week. Soon, it became a couple of times a month and so forth. Funny thing is, I still log on everyday to see if there's anything new written, even though by now I know there won't be. And no, I don't count anything Eugene writes as "reading material". Old habits die hard, I guess. Anyway, just for old times sake, I will post sports related material. So BUCKLE YOUR SAFETY BELTS, FOLKS! WE'RE IN FOR A WILD RIDE!!!!! Ok, more pedestrian-like, but still..... Super Bowl 41 (I'm bad with Roman numerals; although I think it would by IV+I = IVI) was a complete and utter bore. See; this is why I don't watch football. This is why I don't care if people criticize me or not for not being a fan of the grid iron. Because if I found some way to end up rooting for the Jets or Giants and had to watch them every Sunday out of loyalty, I'd quickly kill myself. That's if I didn't die of boredom first. But to be positive, now that the Patriots are no longer Super Bowl champs, I don't have to worry about retarded commercials with Tom Brady. Although I now have to worry about retarded commercials with Peyton Manning. Worst part about it is is that the Super Bowl commercials, much like the last few years, have sucked. I mean just brutal. Seriously, I know Bud Light is targeting the coveted 18-34 age demographic, but can they find a new ad agency or something? Do they have focus groups with this core demo and see them laughing? I really wanna know. I NEED to know. I mean shit, is Cedric The Entertainer that bored or desperate for work? You were a fuckin self-proclaimed original King of Comedy mah brutha! CareerBuilder.com also spent a lot of money on ad space. Too bad their ads sucked as well. It's a shame too since that campaign looked expensive to make, from the sets and stunts and everything. Mix that in with the cost of advertising during the Super Bowl (especially during the first few minutes of the first quarter) and you have yourself wasted money. Well done! Enough about that. Onto the Rangers of New York. The Broadway Blues. The Blueshirts. The New York Rangers. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously. This team has all the talent to succeed, yet they can't stay consistent. One win streak coupled by a longer losing streak. After the rennaissance on Broadway last season, I really thought this team had what it took to be a force in the Eastern Conference. WRONG! They're on the outside looking in right now and have to go on one helluva run to make the playoffs. Ya know, I had a long baseball hangover after that incredible Mets season. As soon as I knew it, a third of the Rangers season had already ended with me missing out on a lot. I think maybe it should've stayed that way, only I miss the rest of the season and not really care. Ahh well. What can ya do, right? At least the NHL is growing more and more after the lockout, right? Nope. A whopping 736 households in the New York market watched the Devils beat the Panthers on Jan. 27. 736 households. Paaaathetic. You know how hard it is for the Nielsen research team to figure out such a small ratings sample? My god. 736 households at best, for arguments sake, 2,200 people. I have more friends on my MySpace network. The NHL is in trouble! No wonder people don't take the sport seriously anymore. But a sport people might start taking seriously is soccer. Football, or futbol en Español, could get a huge lift in this country thanks to the signing of David Beckham to the Los Angeles Galaxy of MLS (Major League Soccer). Yes folks, America has a soccer league. A PROFESSIONAL league! Anyway, much talked about, he signed a deal worth close to $60 for 5 years. Those $250 million headlines weren't inaccurate, but misleading. That's his projected earning potential in this country, not his actual salary. But regardless, the Galaxy have already sold more season tickets in one day then they have.......ever, and Beckham jerseys are flying off the shelves. While his move might be criticized by many across the pond, the signing of arguably the most popular athlete/celebrity face in the world might get our most unpopular professional leauge/sport in the US on the global map. Will this have long term affects? Who knows. But for the first few seasons anyway, people will be flocking to their local soccer stadium (if they ever figure out where they are) to see Mr. Spice Boy lace em up in that hideous looking banana jersey. 
As for my Mets, well, its been a little bit less dramatic than people thought. They didn't sign Daisuke Matsuzaka thanks to the Red Sox overblowing their load on D-Mat, and they didn't overpay for Barry Zito as they shouldn't have. What does that leave us with? A Trachsel-less starting rotation. Meaning? Better than with a Trachsel-ful starting rotation. And we signed Moises Alou who absolutely tears apart left-handed pitching; which the Mets were second worst against in the league. Plus he adds protection to David Wright, who can hopefully hit his full stride this season. Just a little longer till Spring Training begins. Then comes April, and we got baseball back! Ya know, I drive by Shea and the new ballpark everyday as I go to work. It's amazing how much they can complete in months. 2009 can't come soon enough. Huzzah! I'm getting all excited just thinking about it. | | |
| I was at the Border's in Fort Lee after work to take advantage of my coupon. It was for 40% off any DVD box set. I knew I was gonna spend it on the fourth season of 24, knowing that I had season 1-3 and felt like I'd be betraying Jack Bauer if I didn't have the rest of the collection. Well apparently even with 40%, it's only about 4 bucks cheaper than, say, Best Buy. I don't know who these bastards think they are with their ridiculous markups. Anyway, I had to pee and went to the bathroom. As the gentle sounds of Christmas music carried on into the bathroom, I stood in front of the urinal and noticed a pube resting on top. How did a pube get there? This isn't a toilet where a stray pube could just fall off. This was a friggin urinal. There was a black guy who was washing his hands as I entered, but he wasn't THAT tall. Could it have been someone's arm pit hair? But how does one's arm pit hair get there as well? It's cold and most likely the person is dressed in longsleeves therefore not leaving much chance for a stray to fall on top. As I finished my pee and washed my hands, I left to go pay for my new season four. The point of the story? There absolutely isn't any. Happy Holidays! | | |
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