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Post by doctorz on Jan 30, 2009 21:58:34 GMT -5
OK, why don't I start one of these blogs. Then I can stop clogging up all the interesting threads with my drivel.
I believe am the oldest person regularly posting on this board. I am the age of most of your fathers and in some cases your grandfathers. This year I just turned 58. Most of you are looking to the dawning of your lives. I'm staring straight into the abyss. So, LET"S DANCE! Ahem. Why am I here? Simply I love the show and have found some measure of acceptance here of my obsession with the canceled puppet show despite my age.
Two years ago I met some of you in Denver and what a nice bunch you were. It was one of the quickest finding the comfort zone with people I have ever experienced. Usually it takes me an average of 5 years to accept a candidate for friendship but I kid; 3 tops. Since then I've had some of you over to the house for some quality time on the Tiki Porch then out to dinner. I'm glad the love of this show is a bond that transcends stereotypes of age and background.
OK enough of that.
January 20th, Inauguration day - They had the lunch room set up with the big screen TV's at Citibank. As you walked around the rooms you could tell who all the disgruntled Republicans were. They were the ones still working in their cubes..silent..grim. They are now on camera and in the files now.
January 22cd Bottled up new batch of Absinthe. Results? Burned well. A good batch.
January 23d My birthday. I wasted the whole day doing hobbies and watched The Day the Earth Froze as my choice of MST3K episode for the day. Remarked at the flying field that I am one of the younger members doing R/C aircraft in St.Augustine. That was nice.
January 24th My Oyster Roast party. Everybody got lots of oysters and food. I got filthy washing muddy oysters and cooking them. Had to persuade one guest to slow down on my absinthe. He drank 4 of them. I wonder what sort of dream state he entered while talking to Ralph on the porcelain phone later that evening. Maybe he's dead. Nah, I would have heard about it.
Enough for now. Looking forward to a quiet weekend for a change.
Doctor Z
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Jan 31, 2009 11:04:16 GMT -5
So, how were the oysters?
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Post by Crowfan on Jan 31, 2009 15:45:40 GMT -5
I thought Phantom was older or at least as old.
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Post by doctorz on Feb 2, 2009 9:16:29 GMT -5
Answers to questions: Everybody told me the oysters were great. I didn't get to eat any. I was too busy cooking them.
I think I have Phantom beat on the age thing by a couple of years. We are close in age.
2/1/09 Super Bowl Sunday - OK, confession time. I am a total sports ignoramus. It's not that I don't understand the importance of sporting events worldwide and in our country in particular. I know that it's so much more than people chasing little balls or pucks or whatever around, but I have never been able to cough up a nano-second of interest in any of it. I just don't have the sports gene. Super Bowl Sunday for me is like Christmas is for an Orthodox Jew: A day to close the shutters, turn out the lights and pray that this 24 hours passes quickly without anyone noticing I am not participating. Most years I don't even know at least one of the teams that's playing in the thing. This year was no exception.
Now my wife is a sports fanatic. She knows all the statistics, keeps up with favorite and enemy teams rosters, coach's and players. She is a season ticket holder for the Jaguars. She follows Baseball, Football and Basketball faithfully and has a yearly subscription to Sports Illustrated. God's caveman sense of humor gave her a husband who just..doesn't...care. However, I know how much it means to her so I do go to games with her when she can't get a real sports fan to go with her. I'm a good sport about it (no pun intended).
So, Super Bowl Sunday dawns bright and clear. I wake up an totally forget it's Super Bowl Sunday. I go to the flying field and fly my R/C airplanes for a couple of hours and never hear a word about this quasi-national holiday. I go home. My wife doesn't mention the Super Bowl to me either. I spend the afternoon catching up on some I_Trax and Rifftrax I've missed and later I watch an old Marx Brothers movie after dinner (The Coconuts). Folks, it's not until 10PM! that it dawns on me that it's Super Bowl Sunday. I only found it out when my wife came into the living room and turned on the game. So I watch. Even for a brain dead sports zombie like me I do notice that the Cardinals (the team I didn't know was playing this year) are at the Super Bowl. So I blurt out "I didn't know Saint Louis was playing in the Super Bowl this year!" Dead silence. My wife retorts: "They moved to Arizona YEARS AGO!"
Oh.
We watched the last minutes of the game and then some of the awards ceremony while my wife reeled off a stream of sports statistics about the M.V.P. that admittedly went in one ear and lost no momentum or adherence jetting out the other. She knew I wasn't really listening but she had to get all that out and I was the only half-sentiment being in the room. I imagine the cats probably know more about sports than I do.
2/2/09 -Groundhog Day Phil saw his shadow. 6 more weeks of winter. Sorry.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Feb 2, 2009 10:22:55 GMT -5
I feel for you, Dr. Z. I've still never actually watched a Super Bowl, and I couldn't have told you who was playing in it this year. The only reason I remembered it was this weekend was because I expected shopping to be busier on the Saturday before the game.
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Post by doctorz on Feb 2, 2009 12:48:11 GMT -5
Nothing,and I mean nothing, brands you and stigmatizes you like sports ignorance(wussiness), especially among us males. I know this and I still I can't get interested. I can't even pretend! "The good that I would, I do not, the bad I would not, that I do."
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Post by Donna SadCat Lady on Feb 2, 2009 13:33:49 GMT -5
Even for a brain dead sports zombie like me I do notice that the Cardinals (the team I didn't know was playing this year) are at the Super Bowl. So I blurt out "I didn't know Saint Louis was playing in the Super Bowl this year!" Dead silence. My wife retorts: "They moved to Arizona YEARS AGO!" Oh. Heh, don't feel too bad, Dr. Z. My hubby and I discussed the Super Bowl this morning. Me: Say, I heard on the radio that it was a pretty close game this year. Like it was won with a touchdown at the last second or something. He: Yeah, it must have been an interesting game. Not like they usually are. Me: Who was even playing? He: Um, the Steelers and a team called the Arizona Cardinals. Me: Arizona Cardinals? He: Yeah, I'd never heard of them before. When I heard that on the news, I thought, "Arizona Cardinals? Since when has there been a team called that?" Me: Seriously, are there even any cardinals in Arizona? Not until just now, reading it in your blog, did I know that the team was originally from Saint Louis. My husband knows the pressure put on men in our culture to be sports fans. But he thinks it's ridiculous, and refuses to feign even the slightest interest. (One of the many things I love about him.) We watched the Puppy Bowl instead... hence my avatar of the moment.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Feb 2, 2009 16:25:25 GMT -5
My husband knows the pressure put on men in our culture to be sports fans. But he thinks it's ridiculous, and refuses to feign even the slightest interest. (One of the many things I love about him.) I used to feel the same way. Then I realized that it's a lot less of a "macho" thing. I've realized now that sports are often just one of the safe topics that men can talk about with each other. And I mean mainly with strangers. Having a very basic knowledge of local teams has usually allowed me to hold my own in small talk with distant relatives and random people I'm forced to interact with. It gives everyone a "neutral" topic that you can have opinions about, relate stories of, and test humor about without stepping on any toes (most of the time). I think I also got tired of most of my friends in high school who took it as a point of pride that they didn't follow sports. The whole thing was way too charged, and even NOT liking them became somehow identified as just the other side of the same coin. But still, good for your husband. But he'd have more fun when people asked him if he roots for the Cubs or the White Sox is he could answer with something like, "I don't care much for baseball. But I'm a HUGE jai alai fan, and I think the Oaxacan Chimicurros are going all the way this year!"
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Post by Donna SadCat Lady on Feb 2, 2009 17:34:45 GMT -5
My husband knows the pressure put on men in our culture to be sports fans. But he thinks it's ridiculous, and refuses to feign even the slightest interest. (One of the many things I love about him.) I used to feel the same way. Then I realized that it's a lot less of a "macho" thing. I've realized now that sports are often just one of the safe topics that men can talk about with each other. And I mean mainly with strangers. Having a very basic knowledge of local teams has usually allowed me to hold my own in small talk with distant relatives and random people I'm forced to interact with. It gives everyone a "neutral" topic that you can have opinions about, relate stories of, and test humor about without stepping on any toes (most of the time). True, very true. He's mentioned the same thing. I think I also got tired of most of my friends in high school who took it as a point of pride that they didn't follow sports. The whole thing was way too charged, and even NOT liking them became somehow identified as just the other side of the same coin. Yes, I know what you mean. Some of it, I think, might be a reaction from growing up around people who can't seem to stop talking sports once they get started. But still, good for your husband. But he'd have more fun when people asked him if he roots for the Cubs or the White Sox is he could answer with something like, "I don't care much for baseball. But I'm a HUGE jai alai fan, and I think the Oaxacan Chimicurros are going all the way this year!" True, very true. And there are always other things to talk about... computers, for example. ;D
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Post by doctorz on Feb 4, 2009 15:12:40 GMT -5
2/4/09 The Biggest Winner
I have signed up for 6 weeks of a rather intensive exercise/diet program with the health club we have here on site.
Working for a soul destroying mega-corporation does occasionally have a few nice benefits. The gym here at work is every bit as nice a a professional one you sign up for at a strip mall. It's staffed with friendly, knowledgeable and college educated staff so I couldn't ask for better.
I am obese. I'm not morbidly obese, but its pretty obvious I like to eat. Two years ago I had a major operation on my intestines and I'm finally motivated enough to stop kidding myself I can lose weight by wishful thinking and denial. I started my present health drive back in November and this is as long as I've been on the exercise and counting calories kick in my adult life. I have calculated how many calories I need a day, subtracted 500 and started buying healthy food to eat. As with most people with my problem, I love everything that's bad for me in the wrong proportions. I've done this enough times to know the danger is 6 weeks in. That's when I've quit before. Right now I'm on my 10th week so maybe this time I'll succeed. I am not being obvious about this to anyone around me and I really don't want to join some Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers hand holding club that tries to sell you stuff and gives you hugs. I don't need that. What is different is I now know how many calories I need a day and a plan to stay within those limits. My goal is at least 60lbs gone by Christmas. Wish me luck.
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Post by CBG on Feb 4, 2009 15:17:00 GMT -5
Good luck, my friend.
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Post by Crowfan on Feb 4, 2009 16:58:24 GMT -5
Even for a brain dead sports zombie like me I do notice that the Cardinals (the team I didn't know was playing this year) are at the Super Bowl. So I blurt out "I didn't know Saint Louis was playing in the Super Bowl this year!" Dead silence. My wife retorts: "They moved to Arizona YEARS AGO!" Oh. Heh, don't feel too bad, Dr. Z. My hubby and I discussed the Super Bowl this morning. Me: Say, I heard on the radio that it was a pretty close game this year. Like it was won with a touchdown at the last second or something. He: Yeah, it must have been an interesting game. Not like they usually are. Me: Who was even playing? He: Um, the Steelers and a team called the Arizona Cardinals. Me: Arizona Cardinals? He: Yeah, I'd never heard of them before. When I heard that on the news, I thought, "Arizona Cardinals? Since when has there been a team called that?" Me: Seriously, are there even any cardinals in Arizona? Not until just now, reading it in your blog, did I know that the team was originally from Saint Louis. My husband knows the pressure put on men in our culture to be sports fans. But he thinks it's ridiculous, and refuses to feign even the slightest interest. (One of the many things I love about him.) We watched the Puppy Bowl instead... hence my avatar of the moment. Sorry to be a total sports geek, but the Cardinals were originally the Chicago Cardinals, then they moved to St. Louis, and then out to Arizona.
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Post by siamesesin on Feb 10, 2009 12:14:00 GMT -5
Good luck, Doc! We want to keep you around, so you take care!
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Post by doctorz on Feb 19, 2009 14:15:44 GMT -5
Haven't posted here in a while because, frankly, nothing's been happening. I will be attending the Cinematic Titianic show in Austin in a couple of weeks so I'll have something interesting to post after that.
Stay tuned.
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Post by Skyroniter on Feb 20, 2009 13:35:11 GMT -5
I will.
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