Monday, March 22, 2010

1 quick thought on the healthcare plan. . .

I recently had a 'conversation' with a dormmate because of a comment he made on the facebook status "219-212. cya tea party."

"f*ck you democrats and your stupid health care reform, it f*cks things up for middle class, and my premiums are only going up because of you assh*les!"

So I asked him what his deal is, and it's apparently just because his "premiums are going up." I then asked him, "What about the rest of us?"
"I don't give a sh*t about the rest of you"


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Solace. . . or insanity?

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."
"I never said I was frightened of dying."
Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.
"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.
"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."

Sunday, March 14, 2010

This is really turning into a soccer blog. . .

In light of recent discussion, I'm going to my opinion of the best club teams right now.

1) Barcelona
2) Chelsea
3) Manchester United
4) Real Madrid
5) Inter Milan
6) Bayern Munchen
7) Arsenal
8) Milan
9) Valencia
10) Sevilla
11) Olympique Lyonnais
12) Roma
13) Bordeaux
14) Manchester City
15) Juventus


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It's a lovely love-hate relationship

This entire week I was on a Real Madrid high, I couldn't get enough of our remontada over Sevilla FC this past weekend. Everything was starting to come together. We were creating opportunities, perfect at home, making the most of our players and summer signings, but most importantly we had reclaimed first place in La Liga from our bitter domestic rival FC Barcelona (even if only on goal difference).

And so came today's Champions League matchup with Olympique Lyonnais, who had dominated us at the Gerlande and won the 1st leg 1-0. And so we took our perfect home form and high spirits into the match, and everything seemed to be in it's right place when Ronaldo five-holed Hugo Lloris in the 6th, and the chances kept coming. But we couldnt break the plane again, and Lyon became increasingly aggressive, and essentially ended it with a tap in from Miralem Pjanic. And that was it. Another early exit in European competition.

Now begins my rant. As I said in an earlier post, the team elected Florentino Perez, founder of the failed Galacticos project a few years back. The goddamn socialist Madridistas didnt learn their lesson. Blinded by his billions, they let him buy needless talent like Kaka and Benzema who just do not play Spanish football, and Granero who just kinda sucks. They let him buy a terrible manager in Manuel Pellegrini, who is a strong believer in squad rotation and changing positions, so players cannot adjust to their specific strengths, and Pellegrini is just a flat out terrible tactician, there's no getting around it. The third thing that irks me is how much garbage we retain how much talent we let go for such low prices. I can't believe such useless players like Metzelder and Raul (complete bias) are allowed to stay while Sneijder and Robben have to be sold for completely less than what they are worth.

Real Madrid current starting XI
Casillas
Ramos Albiol Garay Arbeloa
Ronaldo Lass Kaka Guti
Higuain Benzema

optimized Starting XI
Casillas
Albiol Cannavarro Arbeloa
Ronaldo Sneider Lass Van der Vaart Robben
Higauin Van Nistelroy

The efficiency of this lineup is compared to what we have is amazing. Players who know the Spanish system or are good enough to deal with the curve. Seriously.

The dream Champions League Final is done. It's impossible now. It was supposed to be our year, to win in front of our home fans, to embarrass our rivals.

There's only one game left in the season really, and that's April 11. Real Madird CF v. FC Barcelona.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

SotD 9.3.2010

Dedicated to two things - 1) One of my best friends, but more importantly (:P) 2) its finally warming up! good riddance winter.

Today's SotD is "Love the One You're With" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.

Monday, March 8, 2010

I may not be much of a movie person. . .

But I think I found *MY* movie. like it was specifically made for me. I was looking up the best foreign film winners from Academy Awards past (I couldn't believe Pan's Labyrinth, my favorite movie, didn't win!), and I stumbled across a movie called "Revanche." Revanche, which happens to be my favorite word (it's french for 'revenge' but loosely translates as revenge through charisma), is by Austrian filmmaker Götz Spielmann. The movie also contains parts in Russian. *I'M* Austrian and Russian. woahhhhhh

And today's song of the day will be in honor of how I found the word revanche (sort of):
"Rebuilt Jedi Enclave" from the Knights of the Old Republic Soundtrack, composed by Mark Griskey.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

SotD 7.3.2010

In honor of evolutionary biology (and my awesome bio exam today) here's the Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch."

And in related news. . . HALA MADRID BABYYYYY
WE'RE BACK ON TOP

Friday, March 5, 2010

SotD 5.3.2010

This is me this weekend.
"Weird" Al's "White and Nerdy."

Thursday, March 4, 2010

No One, I Repeat, NO ONE Will Take Us Alive

On Tuesday March second, 2010, I attended my first legit concert. Muse, live in Philly. It was their tour promoting their most recent album, the Resistance. I am unable to describe how it was, since for the first 40 minutes of their performance, I did not move. I stood there, mouth agape, completely fazed at what I was seeing. Nay, more than that. What I was FEELING.

I was completely blown away the first 40 minutes. Huge songs, lasers, giant inflatable eyes, it was mindblowing. Then they played all their pop stuff and it was like meh. and then they got amazing again. Knights of Cydonia was about as good a closing as you can have.

BUT, they didn't play my favorite song by them, and Matt Bellamy needs to learn how to kick better. Most of the other details are kinda fuzzy now, but in short, MUSE IS AMAZING LIVE GO SEE THEM.

Today's SotD is "Share the Land" by the Guess Who. Burton Cummings remains one of my favorite singers, and this song shows pretty much why.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

SotD 2.3.2010 - "OMG MUSE+WATCHMEN=EPICCC"

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm seeing Muse today. In honor of them, here's the hauntingly beautiful "Take a Bow"

Monday, March 1, 2010