Repeat After Me. Follow With Severe Beatings.
Posted by Savage Henry @ 8:31 AM
Repeat three times a day, or as necessary. Complement with ass-kickings as necessary.
Jam, dammit
Posted by seed @ 4:23 PM
As it turns out, I transferred the domain to our host last year. They were listed with the registrar, Tucows. After much back and forth, I got contact info that was, of course, outdated. After doing a Google on the name cited on our WhoIs, I ran into his blog. I spoke to him about the service. He mentioned that he knew those guys but couldn’t figure out why his name was on the registration.
Honestly, who fucking knows? I find it hard to belive that he had nothing to do with the host. His name was on the registrar, period. Either way, he ended up jumping through the hoops and got the domain back into my hands. We are hosted with Dotster as of now, and it seems to be a pretty sweet gig; tons of space, bandwidth and an actual support team, accessible through a live chat java applet. We’ll take it.
With that, we are up and running. For starters, let’s put that 10Gb of disc space to use. I have uploaded a bunch of material to the Jams, for the riders’ review:
Goo Goo
What I Learned About Ego, Opinion, Art & Commerce: I started listening to this cd because it backed-up the Gomez album, which Savage was so kind to point to, in my iTunes. As a general disclaimer, anything that my wife says Is too loud, and tends to jam too much is worth a drive-by. It’s a greatest hits compilation. I don’t hav much familiarity with their material other than the one-hitters. Be that the case, the album rocks. Hands down.
How We Operate
Gomez: Savage put us on to this band. I’ve uploaded that album as well as a live track EP. I dig it. Some of the older material plods along a bit. I did purchase Bring it on and haven’t been able to it more than a casual spin. Either way, the later album is solid. THe live renditions of that material is even better. Dig.
Stereophonics
These guys are a staple at this place on the Web. Stereophonics: Language, Sex, Violence, Other & You Gotta Go There to Come Back.Those two are not my favorites from the band. But they should whet your whistle. Go out and buy Performance and Cocktails, also loaded up to the Jams. It is their best album. In spite of that, grab a tall glass of whatever you prefer and sit back a take in I’m alright, from You Gotta Go There to Come Back. Brutal, cathartic and wonderful.
For the riders, if you have lost/misplaced/forgotten your FTP and MintJams procedure, drop me a line. I can send it along.
Domestic projects: throne
Posted by seed @ 8:42 AM
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Since I fixed the Mint, I figured you guys can all return the favor by fixing my shitter. Here's the skinny: two-year old can is not elevating the floatation ball to the proper height so that the water supply shuts off. So, the water supply never shuts off and the excess water slips out the drain. Pretty simple, only that the water level does fill-up to the proper height. It's just that the ball doesn't float up high enough. It can be manually raised to the point at which it shuts off the water flow. So it's stuck--sometimes. This happens about every one every four or five flushes. Not a big deal. But I don't care to forget and leave the water run all day while I'm gone.
I tried a few of the obvious things. I did adjust the ball by lengthening its extension on the arm--it's threaded so that you can twist it to make it longer. This should produce more leverage against the valve because the ball is further away from the fulcrum. That didn't improve the overall performance of the flush. I also tried to lube the valve with a light petroleum oil that I had on hand. No luck there either.
So there it is. Have at it.
testing
Posted by seed @ 4:41 PM
One, two, tree-frog.
My foot hurts
Posted by seed @ 10:28 PM
That’s what Urlacher and team mate Lance Briggs are saying after the game on Sunday. It appears that is there excuse for sitting out the Pro Bowl next weekend in Hawaii. ’Course, it is a pointless game to begin with. And after the disappointment this past weekend, I don’t blame them for not feeling like Pro Bowlers.
Indeed. Nice season. Better luck next time. Much respect for the two of you.
XLI: post mortem
Posted by seed @ 7:56 PM
From there, the obvious candidate in succession is Rex. He choked. Even with the poor footing and give-and-take of the first few periods, he caved when the spotlight was on him; just like all the arm-chair QBs drew it up. The plan was to make Rex beat you by forcing him to make plays on his side of the ball, play from behind. The two INTs in the 4th quarter were huge. Before that, there was a third and long that broke-up. Grossman ran to the left side of the field and threw into double-coverage, when he should have kept the ball and slide in for what would have been a very close measure. The resulting FG kept the game close but it could have been tied.
Then we can move to the defense. The Colts are going to make plays. Fine. Blown coverages are most regrettable. Fer chrissakes, Manning was throwing off his back foot while being dragged to the ground and he got off with a touchdown. Indeed. The defense didn’t start missing tackles until later in the game, after they had been on the field for two-thirds of the game. Overall, they had the Colts were they wanted them, in terms of game-plans. Third and long allowed them to play the coverages they wanted. They just gave up the big plays. A couple of sticks in the 3rd quarter would have made all the difference.
Overall, this goes down as a huge choke. Honestly, I expected a much better showing from Lovie’s team. The plate of blame goes full circle. It’s one thing to lose, it’s another to get your ass handed to you. Which is kinda funny, because after the play where Urlacher swallowed Rhodes (I think) in the first quarter, I leaned over to a neighbor and mentioned that this could turn into an ass-whooping. Well, it did, just not from the hands I was thinking of. As for Rex, he played as bad as everybody else. There is much to learn in the off-season. First on the agenda is better pocket-presence. It works both ways. Rex is jittery when he shouldn’t be and he fails to sense pressure when he should. I still think his main issue is composure. He’s going to throw the ball around from time to time. He should not feel like he needs to in order to make big plans. I’ll be very interested to see how he comes out next season. I still think he’s a much better player than his current record.
Pitchers and catchers report in two weeks.
MMMmmmmm ...Mac
Posted by Savage Henry @ 5:24 PM
Just wanted to say the first day at the new gig is under the belt. Looks like it should be a good place to be. If for no other reason than the new work rig is pretty sharp.
One oddity: turns out a woman I went to grad school with is now in the same office of the company. Things didn't part well, since she went from friend to avoiding me under the belief that, despite my relationship with the woman who is now my wife, I harbored a secret and obsessive crush on her (actually she believed a LOT of guys had a crush on her). Some schadenfreude: she used to be a dancer and talked endlessly about how guys always stared at her body, and has put on maybe 15-20 pounds. Amusingly, it doesn't look bad on her. At least she has tits now.
Mud Bowl?
Posted by Savage Henry @ 6:34 PM
I was just bitching to seed that Super Bowls are no longer played where there's a significant chance of snow. His suggestion was that teams play for home-field rights. Sounds good to me.
I'm at least happy to see that it's pouring on Dolphin Stadium since they don't have one of those ridiculous covers on the field. This is, after all, football. Not soccer, not baseball, not basketball. The fucking environment is supposed to part of the experience.
Notes from the Gym: Side Kick 101
Posted by seed @ 3:24 PM
I know you've done this before. You've been sitting in the gym, in between sets, maybe on the tread mill, and you've watched some asshole butcher what ever type of exercise they are doing. Like me, maybe you have witnessed somebody tru to do leg presses on a smith machine, with a flat bench—when the leg sled is three feet away.
This week was the last straw for this category: martial-art dance class. Countless times I have winced while I have watched the over acheiver trying to do some half-asses leg kicks that they learned in their taebo class free-form stlye in the middle of the gym…for all to witness. Some may try to use the inflated semi-sphere balance devices—more on those is a minute. I watched a girl completely butcher a side kick, while leaning on a flat bench. It appeared to be a cross between Jane Fonda and Ralph Machio.
It. Was. Brutal.
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There it is. With a little practice, you'll be snapping ligaments like a pro. Remember, wax-on, wax-off. Make a semi circle with your kicking knee. Find a rhythm with the apex of your raised knee and your arms. 1. Pick the knee up; 2. Drive your knee, and you fists at your target; 3. Point that foot towards the floor and put your heel through whatever you want to hurt. Simple.
Now, for those who want to be in balance throughout the motion. Fooowey on that. You want to push against the floor as hard as your are driving your heel. Balancing on a balloon is fucking silly. Push off your supporting foot and throw everything at the target. For me, I like a dead heel, flat on the ground (not on the ball) as I make contact. Mainly because my weight tends to be more spread out than those who I like to kick. I need as much foundation as I can get. The balance part comes with the recoil. The snap at the end of the kick brings your balance back to center, and ready for the next move.
Now, where did my baboo staff go?
