Defenestration
7.5.2k8
The Summer Olympics are nearly upon us and I've got to turn you on to a drinking game one can play only once every two years, as it has to do with the Olympic games.
Rules for O PoN Drinking Game
The O PoN drinking game is the Olympics Parade of Nations game and it's played during the opening ceremonies of the Olympic games, whether they're Summer games or Winter games, and specifically during the Parade of Nations segment when the athletes march into the stadium behind the flag of the country they're representing at the games.
The game is played with players taking turns predicting the name of the next country to follow the one that just entered. Whether the guessing player is correct determines who drinks, and that is determined thusly:
SUMMER GAMES If the guessing player is correct, the other players drink. If incorrect, he or she drinks.
WINTER GAMES If the guessing player is correct, he or she drinks. If incorrect, the other players drink.
The goal of the game is to get shitty drunk. So if it's yr turn this August, and you aren't tanked yet, turf it: "That white flag with a big red meatball in the middle of it is ... the flag of Brazil!" You drink!
Hints:
Greece always goes first. That's a gimme and everyone drinks.
They march in a specific order that has to do with the language of the host country. If it's an English-speaking country, the parade goes in alphabetical English order. Same for French. Not sure what they're gonna do in China, so tune in and find out.
I'm posting this a week early because Lovely Longtime List Member Mark Bobek lives in China and he will be playing the O PoN DG as it happens on 08/08/08 while the rest of us wait for that peacock network to rebroadcast it on Friday, primetime.
Take pictures! YouTube!!
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Zoom, Zip.
7.4.2k8
There's stealin' at work, then there's stealin'.
One of my team came to me and said someone snagged the iPod he left at his desk overnight. "What's more," he said, "it was hidden behind some books on the shelf, INSIDE a small box with some shit on top of it." He then added, "whoever snagged it had to look for it." My first thought was, "that fucker. I hate thieves." Second was, "you dumbass. Don't bring anything to work you'd be painfully and unwillingly parted from."
A day later I got some email that said "someone stole my PSP ... watch out!" It went on to explain that it happened in the time between when he went home the previous night and when he got to work in the am. The wee electronic device was secreted away at their workspace and the thief clearly had to search for it. As that had just happened to one of my guys, I thought about it for a second. The perpetrator had ACCESS and TIME. Access to be in the "secure" place he was in and to look as though he belonged there; and time to look around. The only people that had access and time at that time of night and early morning, sadly, are the custodial crew and the security guards. I didn't really care for this conclusion, because people in those roles are often hard, honest workers without a lot of options ... underdogs. Being a Chicago Cubs fan, I'm a natural supporter of underdogs.
The company's administrators sacked the custodial crew and the security guards. Then replaced them.
Then, as I said before, there's stealin'.
I worked at a joint in Chicago where we did a gawdawful lot of McDonald's commercials. Mostly effects-heavy "Ronald" spots and such. We had a ton of clients up in one of our sound suites supervising the audio mix for Happy Meal spots and they had brought along several full-color, full-sized prototypes of the new Happy Meal boxes. This "comp packaging," as it's called, is one-of-a-kind, unique, professionally constructed and therefore very, very expensive. Trouble is, it looks like a goddamned Happy Meal box. So, naturally when the asshole clients fucked off for the night, and left behind their comp packaging, the cleaning crew did their jobs and chucked out the empty Happy Meal boxes. The clients returned in the am. Heads rolled in the pm. Sad.
So there's stealin' at work, and then there's stealin'. Result's the same.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
7.4.2k8
There's stealin' at work, then there's stealin'.
One of my team came to me and said someone snagged the iPod he left at his desk overnight. "What's more," he said, "it was hidden behind some books on the shelf, INSIDE a small box with some shit on top of it." He then added, "whoever snagged it had to look for it." My first thought was, "that fucker. I hate thieves." Second was, "you dumbass. Don't bring anything to work you'd be painfully and unwillingly parted from."
A day later I got some email that said "someone stole my PSP ... watch out!" It went on to explain that it happened in the time between when he went home the previous night and when he got to work in the am. The wee electronic device was secreted away at their workspace and the thief clearly had to search for it. As that had just happened to one of my guys, I thought about it for a second. The perpetrator had ACCESS and TIME. Access to be in the "secure" place he was in and to look as though he belonged there; and time to look around. The only people that had access and time at that time of night and early morning, sadly, are the custodial crew and the security guards. I didn't really care for this conclusion, because people in those roles are often hard, honest workers without a lot of options ... underdogs. Being a Chicago Cubs fan, I'm a natural supporter of underdogs.
The company's administrators sacked the custodial crew and the security guards. Then replaced them.
Then, as I said before, there's stealin'.
I worked at a joint in Chicago where we did a gawdawful lot of McDonald's commercials. Mostly effects-heavy "Ronald" spots and such. We had a ton of clients up in one of our sound suites supervising the audio mix for Happy Meal spots and they had brought along several full-color, full-sized prototypes of the new Happy Meal boxes. This "comp packaging," as it's called, is one-of-a-kind, unique, professionally constructed and therefore very, very expensive. Trouble is, it looks like a goddamned Happy Meal box. So, naturally when the asshole clients fucked off for the night, and left behind their comp packaging, the cleaning crew did their jobs and chucked out the empty Happy Meal boxes. The clients returned in the am. Heads rolled in the pm. Sad.
So there's stealin' at work, and then there's stealin'. Result's the same.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I'm a dad!!!
7.2.2k8
No kidding!!! More details to follow. Meanwhile, check out the little burrito below!
And to celebrate, Radium/SF is sponsoring a cocktail gathering at VODA.
You never know what'll happen at one of the Ra events. Hell.... I met my "baby-mommy" at one!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
7.2.2k8
No kidding!!! More details to follow. Meanwhile, check out the little burrito below!
And to celebrate, Radium/SF is sponsoring a cocktail gathering at VODA.
You never know what'll happen at one of the Ra events. Hell.... I met my "baby-mommy" at one!!!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Happy Third!
7.1.2k8
Many places have their Independence Day celebs on the third of July. It's cheaper. ... or something.
Tonight, a place that will surely host a pleasant eve. - Lucky 13.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
7.1.2k8
Many places have their Independence Day celebs on the third of July. It's cheaper. ... or something.
Tonight, a place that will surely host a pleasant eve. - Lucky 13.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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