Just Me Against The World

I’ve been putting off my long blog regarding some of the Lakers fans and probably will for a while out of respect for my friends like Jason Dienhart, Roel Concepcion, Eddie Lee, etc who are actually true Lakers fans that actually understand the game of basketball. Right now, I’ll just skip to the NBA Finals that are currently going on. Living in California the majority of my life, I only know a handful of true Celtics fans. I’m sure they’re a lot more annoying when you’re in Boston. However, some Lakers fans are really something else. I say some because it’d be truly stupid to say all, since I don’t think an entire group of any people act the exact same. But some of these Lakers fans get so sensitive when it comes to their team. Now if it’s trash talking, then of course you have to defend your team. However, these so-called fans get really pissed if you 1) aren’t rooting for their team 2) say anything that’s not 10000% positive about their team or 3) aren’t riding up and down on Kobe’s cheating jock. It’s pretty funny actually. Throughout the Finals, I haven’t really been going for the Celtics as much as I’ve been going against the Lakers. This makes Lakers fans mad. Though last time I checked, this was America (red, white and blue like the Clippers colors) and I’m free to choose whichever team I want to win…or lose. I’ve even kept my Tweets and FaceBook status updates pretty fair, yet I still get Ke$ha for it. BTW, Ke$ha is the new codeword for shit. These Lakers fans get so mad that they resort to calling names, cussing, or bringing up how bad the Clippers are. Like I didn’t already know that. LOL. Thanks for the breaking news. These Lakers fans swear they know more about basketball than Phil Jackson himself. Trust me, I know basketball. You’ll never hear me say the Lakers suck or Kobe sucks because they don’t. I just don’t have to like them. It’s my right not to. (more…)

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It’s very rare that the Clippers have a lot of cap space to spend on a big free agent at the right time. Last time I remember was when Kobe Bryant opted out of his contract with the Lakers only to stroke his own ego then bone us like he did to that white chick in Denver (allegedly). Well, this summer is much different. There are more superstars in the NBA than just Kobe and they all happen to be opting out of their contracts to become unrestricted free agents. The main ones emerged from the same draft class as the big goofball Chris Kaman. The biggest being, of course, King LeBron James. (more…)

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For as long as I can remember, I haven’t been a big fan of bread. Even before all these low-carb diets, I’ve just thought that bread was a waste of stomach space. So this has gone on in my wacky brain for years. Then because of my White Mother, Julie Cruz, and their Lighthouse Ministry of Orange County organization I came up with a pretty random idea. I can’t count how many restaurants I eat at that automatically bring a huge plate of bread out for you to snack on before you order your meal. For me, it’s a total waste because I won’t eat the bread unless it’s really good. Even if I ask them not to bring me any bread, they still will out of sheer habit. So 80% of the time, the bread just sits on that plate then gets thrown away after I leave. At least I think they throw it away and don’t serve it to some other unsuspecting patrons. That’s where I find the big problem to be. I mean, there are so many people out there who are starving and here we are throwing away perfectly good bread. I guess they could dig it out of the trash like the grungy guy who hangs out inside my dumpster every weekend, but why don’t we just try to avoid that step in the first place? Here’s what I first conjured up as a plan. I’m sure you’ve bought something somewhere and have been asked if you wanted to donate $1 for some charity. If not, you will. So when you go to a restaurant, what if they asked if you wanted to donate your bread to a charity or homeless shelter. This would occur before they brought it out of course, so that people wouldn’t be exactly getting your sloppy seconds. (more…)

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I don’t know if you guys remember the “mosh girl” who was pretty much the funniest thing on the Internet for a while. It was this chubby chick at a party kicking her leg up like a freak. Pretty normal at a punk rock party, I suppose. But someone decided to very poorly Photoshop her in different scenarios. It’s probably not as funny without seeing it, so here’s a link to some of what they did.

After her, there were a bunch of followers like the 9/11 guy that we tried to recreate at Super Street. He’s the dude who supposedly was on top of the World Trade Center wearing a parka jacket and beanie posing for a picture with a plane flying right at him. Then there was the fat kid who I don’t remember where he came from. And of course, Pedo Bear, the freaky Japanese cartoon pedophile bear.

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I’ve flown on Jet Blue a countless amount of times back when I used to travel a lot more for work. Mainly because they conveniently flew out of Long Beach Aiport, which was down the street from my house so I didn’t have to haul myself all the way up to LAX to either fight traffic to barely make my flight or to miss traffic and get to my flight three hours early. Aside from the convenience-factor, Jet Blue was always one of those airlines that strived to be cooler than the rest by using funny ads. They are still one of the few airlines that don’t charge for checking in baggage or in-flight snacks. Oh, they also have personal monitors with DirecTV playing at each seat. Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever having a bad experience on Jet Blue…until now. (more…)

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I’m already disgusted by the fact that 75% of the members at the gym don’t use towels to wipe their sweat off of the machines. I can’t sit here and say I follow all of the rules posted at LA Fitness because that would be a lie. However, I try my best to comply with the more important ones like not dropping weights on the floor and not falling asleep on the machines. OK. I made that second one up, but it’s a pretty good rule if you see the stuff I do at the gym.

Let’s get to one of the most basic rules - dress code. I’m not sure if it’s for comfort or appearance but it should exist regardless. From what I recall, it states that the following articles of clothing are not allowed anywhere in the work out areas: work boots, jeans, flannels, sandals, high heels, cowboy hats, cowboy boots, big belt buckles, tuxedos, and some other random things that nobody in their right minds would even consider wearing at the gym anyway…except this dude. (more…)

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What’s the worst profession in existence? Not bad for the person doing it, but for the rest of the world to despise him (I am only using man/men/him/he not because I’m sexist and un-PC, but it’s just faster for me to type and it’s less confusing to try and figure out how to label a unisex job position). Used car sales? Repo man? Parking patrol? Nah. I think the most despicable job on the planet is that of a weatherman. Why? Because for the past thousand years or so, these idiots claimed they could predict the weather and are not held responsible if they are wrong. Well, maybe at some point they were held responsible, but they sure as hell aren’t now. It’s even worse because they have all the technology at their disposal to be more accurate. (more…)

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What an annoying way to hit the middle of my Sunday. I haven’t played my Sony PlayStation 3 in quite some time now, but I heard there was a new game out called Heavy Rain that was pretty dope so I went out and bought it. Yeah, I bought a video game even though I usually get them for free from companies or Ty Rodriguez will hook me up. But this game was supposed to be intense like a murder mystery movie. I started playing it yesterday and it was really slow to begin with until you start setting up all the characters. Today, I was getting through another series of challenges when I realized that I missed something so I shut the PS3 console off so I could start that part over. When I turned it back on, I got an error message 8001050F saying that I was logged out of the server. No biggie, I’ll just log back in. Problem is, it wouldn’t let me. The PS3 just kept showing that same stupid error message. Not only that, for some lame ass reason I need to be logged onto the PlayStation Network just to play Heavy Rain. I can’t play it offline. When I try to load the game, it just displays the error message and quits the game. (more…)

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Whenever Maurice “Moe” Durand, Christine “C Jew” Jew, or Laura “Can’t Say Her Nickname On Here” Arbios hit me us up from Mitsubishi we know it’s going to be a pretty cool job for Medium Monster. This latest snowboarding one seemed dope, but got a little complicated because everyone involved only knew bits and pieces of info for the entire dealio. But Will Roegge and I can usually put those pieces together to make it all work out in the end. (more…)

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I’m always down to try a new place to eat because, well, I love food. There’s a Mongolian BBQ place around the corner from my house called Caesar’s that always looks empty. My boy Jimmy Le told me that the place sucks and is probably a front for money laundering because they’ve managed to stay in business for this long without any customers. The thing is, I really wanted to try it despite the fact that it was named Caesar’s. I don’t recall knowing any Mongolian people named Caesar. Come to think of it, I don’t know any Mongolians. (more…)

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