So much for One World, One Dream or whatever. The picture above shows members of the Spanish Olympic basketball team making what The Guardian calls a “slit-eye” gesture. I thought it was slant-eye, but po-tay-toh, po-tah-toh, it’s still freaking racist.
This picture apparently appeared in a full page ad in a Spanish newspaper and no one batted a racist, faux-slanted eye. Nice job, Spain. This is sure to help your chances in landing the Games in 2016.
Oh, and memo to members of the Spanish Olympic team in China right now: Let’s just say I wouldn’t drink any more Coke until I was back home if I were you.
Phelps and random other dude celebrate 4x100m victory.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m actually watching the Olympics and I’m enjoying them. So sue me.
Even though it sucks to have to stay up until almost midnight to follow stories like Michael Phelps’ quest for an unprecedented eight gold medals, last night it was totally worth it.
Phelps swam the first leg of the 4×100m freestyle relay, an event where the French where not only favored to win, but talking some pretty serious shit before the competition. French anchor Alain Bernand - which is probably pronounced “Alan” but I like to think it is “Elaine” said of the US squad before the race…
The Americans? We’re going to smash them. That’s what we came here for
After he had…um, surrendered the race to US bad-ass anchor Jason Lezak, Bernard could only muster a weak
Of course, we are a bit disappointed, but (silver) is a nice medal.
Spoken like a guy who just finished second after talking smack. Sorry, Frenchie.
Anyway, I’m enjoying the Olympics and hope that Phelps is able to complete his quest for eight gold. He seems like a nice enough kid and it would cool to see anyone accomplish something so amazing. It just makes it all the better that he’s one of ours.
The blizzog has been long overdue for a new look, and what better way to class this joint up than with a big picture of me… you know, being classy and stuff.
This is my first-ever Wordpress theme, and I’ve titled it “Stay Classy” after one of my favorite movies ever. It wasn’t easy to do, but it’s been a cool learning experience.
Drop me a Smart Remark below and let me know what you think.
You stay classy… Interwebs. And thanks for dropping by.
I hate the new JC Penny commercial that rips off The Breakfast Club. How many kids targeted by the commercial even know what the hell it’s supposed to be about? Lame.
When pressed to account for his actions, Mr. Dogg had the following statement.
I just hit the eastside of the LBC
On a mission tryin’ to find Mrs. Nate Doggie.
Seen a car full of girls aint no need to tweak
All you skirts know whats up with 213
Um, so who can argue with that, right?
What is Nate Dogg doing stalking his wife, anyway? Doesn’t he see her like all the time? I mean, when I stalk people it’s usually someone that I wouldn’t see all the time unless I was… you know, stalking them. Or something.
But I think it’s best that we leave Megan Fox and the hot chick who works at Pier 1 out of this. Let’s all just concentrate on Nate Dogg and hope he beats this rap so he can get back to letting his gat explode then turning his mind back into freak mode and stuff.
The blizzog is saddened to note the passing of comic great Harvey Korman, who died yesterday at the age of 81.
I first discovered Korman as a kid while watching “The Carol Burnett Show” with my parents. But I didn’t really understand the depth of his comic genius until he starred as Hedy Lamarr (”that’s HEDLEY!”) in my favorite movie of all time, “Blazing Saddles“. His turn as the scheming land-snatcher (”see: snatch”) is one of the best parts of the film and the standard by which all comic bad guys should be judged.
Apparently the vacuum system that sucks the doodie away from you so it doesn’t float all up in your business isn’t working. According to the NASA status report (emphasis mine)…
“While using the toilet system in the Service Module, the crew heard a loud noise and the fan stopped working. After some troubleshooting the crew reported that the air/water separator was not working.â€
Heh. The crew “heard a loud noise” and the fan stopped working. I’ve been there, brother. Only when I do it I just go grab a plunger and take care of business. I’m not stuck in a space RV orbiting around the planet with two other dudes who now can’t take a dump for 10 days. Bad times.
I wonder who did it? The three guys they mention in the article are named Sergey, Oleg, and Garrett. My money would be on Oleg Kononenko. That just sounds like the name of a big dude. Like the kind of dude that could clog a space toilet.
I bet the other two guys were giving him shit at first, pun totally intended. “Hey, Oleg. Maybe stop after one bowl of space chili next time, eh?” That would be funny for at least a few days… or until I had to rock a Number 2 and couldn’t, whichever came first. Stupid Oleg.
Luckily these guys have another toilet they can use, but it only has limited capacity. After that’s full? Well, the article mentions these things called Apollo bags, which are “bags with sticky openings”. Riiigggghhhtttt.
If I’m stuck in a cramped little bathroom in space and the only defense I have against turds floating up in my grill are “bags with sticky openings”, then I think it’s time to get resourceful and look for better alternatives. All I’m saying is that if I were Oleg, I’d check my pillowcase before I went to sleep.
I went home to Ohio this weekend to visit my parents and sister and to visit with my two grandfathers, ages 81 and 89. It was great to see everyone.
My parents have lived in the same house since 1988, when I was 13 years old. After we got home from dinner on Friday night, I walked down our driveway to pick up the mail. I don’t know if it was the pink light of dusk or the warm spring air or the fact that I’ve just rolled over my 33rd year on life’s odometer, but as I took a glance up and down the street I was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia for a time long past: those first few summers that I spent in that neighborhood and the things we used to do.
I remembered the friends I had who lived there and the things we used to do together. From watching old Bruce Lee movies at JJ Johnson’s house, to listening to countless Rush albums at my drummer friend Scott Ross’ house, to listening to “Straight Outta Compton” for the first time at my next-door neighbor and friend Jenna Sammons’ house while our parents were at work and feeling like I was getting away with something, to the seemingly endless spring and summer nights we spent playing basketball in my lopsided super-steep driveway; they all came back to me in a flash, and it was wonderful.
They say that youth is wasted on the young and adults are always telling kids that those younger years are the best of your life, but I’ve always thought that was utter and complete bullshit. I think your life is what you make of it in the moment that you’re in, and I like to think that I still have my best years ahead of me.
But I tell you what… walking down that driveway Friday night as the sun was setting and the air was warm with that first hint of summer, I would’ve given anything to walk down to Scott, Jay, and JJ’s houses and put together a game of 2-on-2 that would’ve lasted until the combination of waning sunlight and the two 75-watt bulbs on either side of our garage door weren’t enough to let you see the rim anymore.
Those were definitely good times. And I miss them.
I am not at all embarrassed to profess my man-crush (or is it boy-crush?) on Davidson’s Stephen Curry. This kid is simply amazing. He has single-handedly made this my favorite NCAA tournament in years. He is going Randolph Childress on the entire field. Insane.
It’s crazy to think that all of the ACC schools passed on this kid. I love Wayne Ellington as much as the next die-hard Heels fan, but I’d kill to have Curry at UNC playing the 2 this year.
Who cares if he has more points in the tournament than chest hair? He’s no boy. Stephen Curry is the freaking man!!! Go Wildcats!!!
