| 11 jun 2002 poor france. holy shit. they are the first team to win the world cup and come back and get kicked out of the first round without scoring a single goal. ack. i watched the first half of the france/demark game, where france needed to win by 2 goals to advance. instead, they got shut out 2-0. i am not a soccer fiend. but i can sort of see why it's the world's most popular sport. people say it's boring (and sometimes i agree) because you rarely see goals, and you end up with 0-0 ties. all that running around, for nothing! but maybe that adds to the drama of when somebody actually does score one. they go nuts. watching a world cup game and knowing that the world, not just america, cares fervently... it gets infectious. and i think it's a good thing that the US isn't that great compared to other countries, because it reminds us that there are other countries out there that can compete, unlike the utter joke that is olympic basketball. it makes me happy that people around the globe can rally around a single sport (well, violence and hooliganism aside). because most of the time, we just see the other horrible things that people are passionate about, like jihad. you know, the first sport that my parents introduced me to was soccer. i spent many afternoons on the MIT campus as a little tyke, kicking a ball around the playground. when we moved to dallas, we held little soccer games with our neighbors in our corner lot backyard; i have silly fond memories of breaking the fence with a particularly hard shot, and watching my dad hammer the panels back down afterwards. and the world cup is the only time we get to see dedicated soccer commercials. and nike and adidas did fabulous jobs with that cage match elimination ad and that "footballitis" ad, complete with the world's top players like ronaldo and zidane. there's a sexy silver soccer ball that i kind of have a fetish for now. ----- last night, i got an e-mail with one of the greatest titles EVER: "change the fucking subject title, why don't you." !! yes, it was a mean-spirited and ranting blitz. and the great thing about it was that i was in the same pissed off mood. basically, the story is that i have not craved in and out burgers for months. which is amazing since i used to think they were such heavenly treats. so last night, i finally got the craving at 10pm, so i went out and drove down the street to the local establishment. it took me fucking 25 minutes to get the burger, and when i got home, it was cold. and what's MORE, the total came out to $1.84, so i gave the girl $2.09. she took the nickel and four pennies, and just stood there, like she had no idea what they were. for like 10 seconds. i was thinking, "dude, look you fucking idiot, why don't you trust me and punch it in your little cash register, and it'll be all apparent that i wanted a quarter back." ARRGH. so i was all huffy, and when i saw my friend's e-mail, i cackled and immediately called her up. and we just bitched for over half an hour. bitched and moaned and complained and ranted. i cannot count the number of times the word "fucking" was said. it was grand. glorious. i have been bitching a lot lately. sometimes i worry about it, like i'll come across as a total misanthrope. like kevin spacey's character from _seven_, who scribbles furiously in his journals about how he was so bored and sickened from the banalities of talking to a man on the subway that he threw up on him. won't i drive everybody away? tangent: i'm listening to _various artists for the masses_, a collection of bands doing covers of depeche mode songs. right now i'm on the best one: hooverphonic doing "shake the disease." it's fucking fabulous. FABULOUS. hm. anyway, why is it that when guys rant, they seem like assholes? yet when girls rant, more often than not people will think they're just "strong personalities." maybe it's the fact that guys tend to couple violence with their anger, making them bigger threats. maybe guys are expected to be rude loudmouths, and girls who rant are "cool" because they break the stereotype that they're supposed to be pristine and softspoken. while puttering through the in and out drive through, i decided that i must be elitist. obviously so. which is quite a realization because i have always claimed that humility is one of the greatest virtues. i sort of wish i were on antidepressants because this way there'd be the possibility that the drugs are what's making me bitchy. damn. ----- here is a cool expose into britney spears' amazing expanding and contracting breasts. it charts her cup size through the years, which, you might be surprised to know, has DECREASED as well as increased. how DOES she do that? from A to D to A to C? astounding! it's kind of sad and disturbing when you're watching porn and the girl has fresh blatantly visible scars on the bottom edge of her breasts... they say to me, "i was told that my breasts were too small, and i got the surgery done, but i need the money so i have to work even though i'm not fully healed and the stitches hurt like fucking mad when i'm bouncing up and down." ----- so rob coleman was the animation director for _star wars: episode II_. when george lucas revealed that he wanted yoda to kick ass like a muppet on speed, he freaked out. he was afraid people would hate it, and critics would skewer him as "the guy who did jar-jar and has now fucked up yoda." but in the end, the scene was a huge hit, and coleman made himself feel better by repeatedly going to the theater and watching people cheer when yoda fights. my domain name is still not resolving. i'm pissed. they say it will hit 95 degrees today. *pukes* that's 30 degreees above my ideal temperature. not to mention i have to play basketball in this weather. summer is way overrated. give me november! so cyn wrote lately about how we are really obsessed with superficial appearances, i.e. body types, breast sizes. which is nothing new, except i appreciate her concern and her belief that we should all look past it. but i wonder... aren't physical aesthetics embedded in our perception? hasn't nature always worked like that? peacock plumes and green mallard ducks? so who's to say that simply because we're human, we ditch all of our natural responses? ok. i'm not justifying anorexic 5'10" women with D-cup implants. just that the way something looks is, has been, and will always be important. but, we are blessed because beauty comes in all sorts of flavors. speaking of which, i still haven't found a good pair of women's black penny loafers. somebody has *got* to make them, right? |