The first pro football and pro baseball games I saw in person were in the Astrodome. It was truly a wonder to a country boy like me. But like the rest of us that came to be in the 60’s, it’s old and decrepit. People are still trying, against all odds, to save it. I wish it could be saved, but at some point we have to accept that it’s not going to happen. Hail Marys need someone to catch and run with the plan. With every heaved idea that thuds to the ground, it seems less and less likely to happen, especially without the taxpayers footing the bill. It’s a shame, but that’s life. We get old, we fall apart, we go away, people might talk about us wistfully for a while, and that’s it.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the morning
On the fields of green
In the homeland
We’ve never seen.
Here at Newsome.Org, we want to not only make your life richer in tech and music, we want to help you extend it. So, we have the following suggestions.
One, don’t mess with anteaters.
Two, don’t try to cook a cobra.
Three, if you forget one and two, use a farm implement.
I am looking forward to this upcoming documentary on the failed Atari game.
More info here.
(via The Verge)
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Tagged atari, games
My extreme dislike of stupid words began around the time I noticed the first few car dealers replacing their used cars signs with ones that said pre-owned cars. Put a new word on something, and instantly convince the masses that it’s something different. The fact that it apparently works doesn’t help. It just makes me mad at humanity for being as dumb and gullible as they think we are.
Since then, there has been a steady stream of invented words, designed to fool us into all manner of beliefs and action. Web 2.0, semantic web, thought leader (by far, my most hated), etc. In real life, when people start talking at me in this language, I belittle them by saying “I don’t understand all these made-up words you’re using. Can you just talk regular?” The look on the person’s face and the laughter from anyone who overhears this (some of whom, by now, know it’s coming) almost make it worth it.
It’s harder to stop this semantic madness when you’re reading stuff online or (if you enjoy day old information) in those quaint newspapers. Over time, you become less sensitive to it, but it remains a mild irritant. Like shirts with starch in them. And ties. I don’t need a neck tie, because I have buttons. I don’t need to reach out to someone, because I can email them.
I’ve always been a Weird Al fan. Now, I have another reason to be one. This is my favorite of the recent Weird Al videos.
NOTE: Some stupid deal made by somebody seems to be preventing people from embedding the video, which means we all get forced to the WSJ page to see it. I just love the way old media tries to apply the old media rules to the web. It doesn’t make us love you, folks. It makes us as annoyed as some of the words in the clever music video you are holding hostage.
Regardless, the video is worth the trip. Good stuff.
From Farm Aid, 1986. Manor, Texas.
Posted in Life, Music
Reddit, man, frickin’ Reddit. I love it with the power of a thousand suns.
So some poor mom writes a heart wrenching post about some asshole kids (and there are a ton of them) being mean to her little boy.
I just want him to be happy. My heart hurts for him, and my hugs aren’t enough anymore.
Shortly, some other Redditor, a stranger, writes some of the best, most powerful words I’ve ever read. Holy moly. That’s the best writing I’ve seen since the Indian attack in Blood Meridian.
And in the face of it all, asks for two wonderful favors.
1) Please, Never Be Cruel.
2) Please, Always Be Kind.
If everyone would try a little harder to do that….
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