Shilo When I Was Young, I Used To Call Your Name

Back with the same old. More rugby updates - Old Boy day we lost narrowly to Saratoga. It was kind of a boring game to play in as a back, as the forwards did the majority of the work. This past weekend, I was moved up into the "Man's position" of playing in the pack. I am now a second row, or lock. Here's some pictures of other people that I found online to show you all what that's all about:

The guys that you can't really see in this picture because they're buried in the scrum somewhere behind their respective front rows. That's where I played.


Yup. Head firmly between a prop and the hooker's ass, reaching between the prop's legs for a bind. It's not nearly as homoerotic as it sounds.



I also got to do a bit of line-out jumping, which was a lot of fun. Getting lifted several feet off the ground to catch a ball, all while surrounded by complete hooligans is pretty cool.

So all in all, I felt I did a good job as a lock, especially considering I hadn't really played a single minute as a forward, outside of the odd scrimmage. I didn't really screw up many of the line-out calls (Okay, there was one, but I'd really just learned them about an hour before game time), and even stole a couple of the other team's. And I scrummed down okay - the prop I was pushing seemed to think I did a good job, and I didn't take many steps backward (strong like bull). Several people told me I'd taken to it, found my place, etc. I was just glad that I held up my end of things. If I didn't take to it like a fish out of water, maybe it was like an Mick boy to whiskey? Oh, and we won - all thanks to some highschool kids who'd barely heard of rugby before Saturday, but came in in the second half to run three tries in right through a bunch of slow old men.

Everything else is rolling along fine, too. Cindy's found a job in town where she makes coffee and bakes delicious treats for people that aren't me, so now the rest of the world is getting to see some of her many talents. It got hot out here on the right coast, and muggy. We've been doing yardwork as schedules allow (I've got to get my garden planted this week - around practice, work schedules, and children). The roofers have been at it the last couple of days, and I sure don't envy them being out in the sun in the weather we've been having.

That's all from my boring life...

I Think You're Crazy

I've spent the last four days listening to the four songs on this website pretty much nonstop. If you're under the age of 35 (or over the age of 35, but hip to the noise that us "kids" listen to), click the link, turn up your speakers, click on a song title, then dance around your respective place of employment. All hail Gnarls Barkley!

Anyhoo. The weather in the ADK's has suck-diddly-ucked. Tomorrow is Old Boy's Appreciation day on the rugby front. Myself and the Not-So-Old-Boys will be playing a team from Saratoga (I think). This means I've got 24 hours to heal up the last of the bumps and bruises I incurred two weeks ago at Mud-N-Blood. Hooray for manliness!

B...Out!

Stay?

Has anyone else seen this movie? It's got Ewan MacGregor and that lassy from "The Ring." We watched it last night, and I'm not sure what exactly it was about, but it was pretty good. A total head trip/altered reality kind of thing. And Ewan's pants keep getting shorter and shorter as the thing goes on. Good soundtrack, nice somber flick, but I really have no idea what I was supposed to take away from it.

Does anyone but me HATE the new Yahoo! start up page? Bloody irritating...

Sometimes we find beans on the floor. And. I'm really protective of the 12 string - it doesn't come out of the case unless it's in my hands. But when it's in my hands? The case becomes the perfect place to play hide-and-seek, and last time, apparently, a good place for stuffed animals to go.

Suck It, Man!

My supervisor Simon and I have an ongoing discussion in regards to the fantasticness of moustaches. I recently finished one of my bi-yearly "Brandon can't be bothered to shave for two weeks" spells. The end result? Today I'm rocking a handlebar moustache, which I submit for your approval:


I know, it's a little bit Patchy Mc Patcherson, I really should have waited another week to have things filled in better.

So today, I'm wandering around with an overwhelming urge to tell people to "Suck it, Man!", blare some MotorHead, and call my coworkers "Brother."

Word.

Ouch, My Head

Everyday, I have at least two or three blogworthy ideas that pop into my head, that I think are the greatest thing ever. But usually I sit on them, and don't blog, because I fear that no one else will get them. Well, I'm not going to share any of that today either.

I will ask the question: Why do I keep getting e-mails and see links for the stupid celebrity anagram thing? I don't give a rat's patoot that the letters in Tom Cruises name can be rearranged to spell "Smells like Fred Durst" or whatever the hell they claim. I take the whole idea of that damned e-mail being entertaining enough to wind up in my in-box more than twice as proof that our society is going to fold soon.

I also want to take this opportunity to jump on the SOAP bandwagon, and share this image. An image of THE GREATEST MOVIE POSTER OF ALL TIME!


Isn't it teh awseome? I'm going to run out and have it tattooed on my pasty man-ass.
Here's a picture of karaoke morning at my house:

Resemblance much? Sadly, I think he looks more like my younger brother in this picture than me.

Of course I threw a monstrous tackle on his ass.

B-Wizz...Out!

My 0.02 Dollars.

Go check out Pete's blog (Its the Hygiene Hypothesis stuff for those of you that find this a year from now) if your a)at all curious about the usefulness of the line of work that I (and Peter) are involved in; or b) just like to keep your brain strong and learn some cool science-type-stuff once in a while. Turns out, all of those parasites, germs, bugs and other assorted nasties that we've done such a good job of eliminating over the last century might hold some benefit to us. I seem to remember learning in ecology that many parasite/host relationships (or any other organism/organism relationships for that matter) held mutual benefits for both species. Ants and Acacias, Jellyfish, Lichens, and Mitochondria all come to mind. Interesting stuff - worms, anyone?

One of the post-docs here at work leant me the new Tool CD 10,000 Days this morning to listen to, and I must say, in addition to the usual high quality spooky/heavy/deep Tool music, the album art is hands down the finest cover art ever. Attached to the case is a set of stereoscopic lenses, and the booklet inside has fantastic 3-D images of artwork (Courtesy of guitarist Adam Jones) and cool spooky noirish pictures of the band. It's done so well, that I'd swear I just had Maynard offer me a glass of port wine while a ghostly woman hovered in the background. Go out and buy the CD, look at the stereoscopic artwork, put it in a box, take it out a year later, then look at it again. It's fantastic.

The (Triumphant?) Return

Yesterday I played in my first actual rugby match(es) in about eight or nine years. I didn't play the "cleanest" rugby I ever have, but following such an extended absence, I felt pretty good. The team's doing well for this time of the season (Mud-N-Blood '06 Tournament champs!). I could use some more conditioning, definitely, but at least I now enjoy the not-so-dubious position of not being the lightest guy on the pitch. So while some of the nippier guys can make a step on me, I can hit them that much harder when I get the chance. Yay. Here's some pictures, sorry for the lack of action in them:


The SL backs (and a prop named "Hottub") line up in anticipation...

The forwards pack in for a scrummage...

I'm about 75% sure that's me going into a tackle, but since all we can see is a body about to hit the dirt I can't be certain.

Who wears short shorts? B(#12) wears short shorts...

I'd be remiss if I didn't share the war wounds - apologies for the picture of pasty man leg - I got a nice cleat to the inner thigh (Doesn't actually hurt, but is bruising up nice). During one match, I tried to pick up a ball that was on the deck and the other team's scrum-half booted me in the hand, square on my big thumb knuckle. It's made typing this up fun, as that half of my hand is nice and stiff right now. The good news is that my shins/ankles/knees actually aren't stiff right now - and they have been, every morning, for about the last two months - but my shoulders, thighs, and abs are. I guess I shouldn't have allowed them to atrophy the way I did?

Anyone curious about rugby can look here or here.

Word.

An Update? How Great.

It's beautiful. And then some things blow my mind. Guitar players like that piss me off, because I know I'll never be that good, even if I learn their songs. Oh well.

But that's not why I brought you here.

I've seen a few movies lately. Here's what I thought:

King Kong: Here's three ways I would have made this movie better.

1. No penis bugs. Those things that ate Andy Serkis really sicked me out. Screw that(™James Sells, 2006).
2. The whole damned thing should have been about an hour shorter.
3. You want to have a giant monkey fight some T-Rexes, football style? Fine, when the ape hits the final dinosaur like Jerome Bettis hitting a linebacker, have him spike the pretty blonde like a football when he's done, and maybe I'll crack a smile.

Then there was The Chronichles Of Narnia:The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe. I would have made it better by animating it, in 1982. Wait... I must say, however, that my pronunciation of the word "Narnia" is superior to yours. But since I don't know how to write it phonetically, you'll have to call me and have me scream it at you (518-3...Yeah, like I'd give my number out online - Screw That!™James Sells, 2006).

But that's not why I brought you here, either.

Wait, why do you come here? Is it for the champagne?

The weather's been off and on nice, so we've been off and on yard working - Cindy's been kicking ass at the landscaping. I'm ruggering. Ethan's spazzing. Connor's Drooling. Oh, and I've been at this job two years and one week now. And we bought a lawnmower. So I'm officially going to have to start admitting that I might have grown up leanings now.

But you're not here for that either.

Is it the cake? The deco?

Here's a few pictures from the old 'folio:
BTW - has anyone else had random flickr invites from random creepy couples?


Portabella and fettucine in a Merlot sauce. I also pronounce "portabella" better than you.


He's been watching some old VanHalen videos, so he's all about the tapping solos.


The rockstar pose is solid.


Here's the winner for cutest.


Nanners!


I'd include more pictures of the boy, but usually he just zones out, staring at the boob tube all day, even if it's off. That's what was going on here, although he caught me trying to take a picture of it, hence the awesome witch of Endor face.


This was mid-"No TV" bitch, but again, the camera was spotted, so the beast was not captured in it's natural habitat.

Well, I've just blown my load with pictures and (hopefully) good conversation. So it'll probably be another week, unless something wacky and exciting happens, 'till I blog again.



daedal \DEE-duhl\, adjective:
1. Complex or ingenious in form or function; intricate.
2. Skillful; artistic; ingenious.
3. Rich; adorned with many things.

Brandon Lost
His Daedal Side
Bad Adult Leaning

Word.

My Long Forgotten Life's Calling

Betcha only Keith will get this. Maybe he'd like to join me for some post chuckle Ham'NShots®?

Back with the Senryu. If it weren't for senryu, I'd have no content at all.

hortatory \HOR-tuh-tor-ee\,
adjective: Marked by strong urging; serving to encourage or incite; as, "a hortatory speech."

Hortatory Words
From The Basket
"Eat The Chocolate"

Safety Training

Oi. So I had to attend, solely for my own enjoyment, a nice training session of "Respirator Training 101: How To Keep Yo' Ass Breathing In A Hostile Environment" yesterday. I thought I would share my notes with the ones of you that visit my little corner of the internets. The knowledge I gleaned from the video that was shown is represented in BLUE.

• There are no doughnuts.
  
• I don't have a mask yet. Everyone else gets to rock their respirator masks for the next 30 minutes, but I have to stay bare.
• This video's soundtrack is AWESOME! It sounds like Beverly Hills Cop or something.
• Holy Shit! The host is Hot Lips from M*A*S*H!
• Do NOT perform autopsies
• TB = BAD
• Saranac Lake used to have a sanitorium...
• X-Ray techs are ALWAYS creepy, even in instructional material
• Drug Resistant TB = VERY BAD
• TB causes albinism, apparently
• Respirator masks are not chic. Marketing demographic?
• NIOSH - National Institute for Occupational Health and Safety.
  
• NIOSH - What I did to my sandwich at lunch
• The CGI dummy that's modeling the masks on this video has huge junk
• Seriously, that dummies massive bulge is disturbing me
• Really, it draws the eye in a bad way
• Surgical masks can give you TB
• Some nurses do still wear those funny hats
• Sudden change in weight can make your respirator ill-fitting. What happens if I go on a crack binge while the safety officer is out of town, I drop 40 lbs, and then I have to go into the TB suite? What happens if I go on a gravy binge while the safety officer is out of town, I gain 40 lbs, and then have to go into the TB suite? Who will make sure my mask fits then?
• Seriously, where are the doughnuts?
  

And you can take that to the bank, jerk.

From 70° F To Two Inches Of Snow

And ain't it grand. I'm taking the day off today, so's Cindy can go interviewificate for a job. Yes, it snowed, and it might snow more, and I would be miserable, but I'm getting over a pleasant little head cold that the baby gave me, so I wouldn't be able to get up to much anyway. Here's some pictures, for the express pleasure of your eyeballs.

Here we see Killer Kowalski taking on The Great Beanpole in a no-holds-barred couch match, for the belt. I think Killer might have won, either with an open hand slap to Beanpole's face, or a well timed knee to pills.

Same hat, this time backwards, and one of my vests. I'm thrilled that he's started to dress himself, but the things he chooses to wear are just a little "off."

I made the paper, which according to Peter, means I've "Made It" in this community. Of course, my name doesn't appear in the caption, so I'll be recognized as "That scruffy bastard on the rugby team" when I'm out buying some milk. Also, I have no scanner, so this is a picture, of a picture, that wasn't very clear to begin with. I look much more dashing in person.

No senryu, but the WOTD today was "cum," so write one for yourself. (Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a combiner, as in "with the kids, we have a living room-cum-pigsty.").

Hey There Muscley Arm

It's so hard to blog at the tail end of winter, what we call "The mud season" here in the great north woods. Not much going on - weather's not warm enough to go outside, but there's no snow on the ground to play with either. I've continued with the rugby, and other running, and my pain threshold has advanced so that I can almost walk without my cane again. Other than that...But just because I don't have much news, doesn't mean I won't waste much of your precious time.

Here's some pictures:

Spaghetti night at the Sells house.

We made Ethan cut his hair recently. My locks, for the time being, remain flowing.

Ethan, pre haircut, post bath tub stimulant use.


Ethan, post haircut, after the crank cleared his system.

Here's one mischief maker in action...

A new game; Doing a Dumb Donald impersonation; Going for a spin with a bud.

The dog's allowed inside most of the time now, and has become part of the family. Oh, and he likes to be vacuumed.

vacuuming the dog; Three beasts attack the dad; The patient hound.

Meal time, revisited.

Hat bowl, or bowl hat? The dog helps us clean up the mess.


Thoughtful? Bored? Testy? I don't remember.

Food, glorious food!

Mi caccia is focaccia.


A dish - spiced chicken over avocados, green and wax and lima beans, with some carrots and feta - that's de-lish!

Since Keith's started his Kapreviews site to share insights on movies and books (update moor often, dood), and I've seen some truly awful pieces of cinematic excrement lately (Okay, really, I enjoyed almost every minute of it!), I'll share some reviews of DVD's we've Netflixed lately. As if anyone cares. Hopefully one or two will be as amusing as they were when I thought this up, days ago, in the shower...

Mr. And Mrs. Smith: Pretty Person Shoot Out
The 40 Year Old Virgin: New Sayings For Barflys... (Previously "Get in my belly," "You were my boy, Blue;" We've all heard them repeated, ad nauseum)
The Beastmaster: Look For Midge's Boobies (Yes, Cindy thought this was funny...)
Zathura: Couldn't Get Zach Braff (Seriously, is that astronaut guy his twin? Not that they don't both irritate...)
The Exorcism of Emily Rose: Devil Voices Are Skeery
Conan The Destroyer: Poor Choice For Eunuch (What's the number - 3,000, right? And he's cast as a steer?)
The Sixth Sense: The. Crappiest. Ending. Evar!!!!!
The Fog: Superman Vs. Water Vapor
Corpse Bride: Boredom Set To Song
A History of Violence: Aragorn Breaks Some Heads
Signs: Poor Mel, Poor Me
The Brothers Grimm: German Peasants Speak Cockney?

In more enlightened news, I've recently begun reading East of Eden, and I must say, so far it's the best book I've ever read. Bar none. Of course, the only other book I've ever read is this.

And finally, even thought I think they might irritate, here's a senryu or two. And I've missed some great WOTD's too (Verdant, amalgam, dudgeon, paragon, aubade, succor, paterfamilias, stolid, metier, bellwether, confluence, superflous. Oh yeah.)

Word of the Day for Tuesday March 28, 2006

superfluous \soo-PUR-floo-uhs\, adjective:
More  than is wanted or is sufficient; rendered unnecessary by
superabundance; unnecessary; useless; excessive.

Kids And Work
Exercise, Home Improvement
Energy Is Not Superfluous

B Sells...Out!

Daily Bird Flu

Word of the Day for Thursday March 16, 2006 
megalomania \meg-uh-lo-MAY-nee-ah; -nyuh\, noun:
1. A mania for grandiose or extravagant things or actions.
2. A mental disorder characterized by delusions of grandeur.

Yee-Haw!

No To Megalomania
Yes To Quiet Satisfaction
And Humble Pleasantries

I used to love VH as a teenager - any red-blooded American teen
should have, even those that weren't born in the 80's.  So it
came as a shock to me when I saw a picture of Eddie Van Halen
in the news yesterday.  Childhood heroes, how they fall...

Two possible captions:
Eddie Van Halen's grandmother, age 93, is the picture of health for her age;
or,
Kids, don't take up smoking. Quit now. This could be you.

BTW.  The future is now, and boy don't it look neat!

And...Holy crap, sometimes things seem just a little too similar to be
random chance (I still won't go for the ID BS that's out there right
now, though.)

Pee Pee, Poo Poo

Word of the Day for Monday March 13, 2006

manse \MAN(T)S\, noun:
 1. A large and imposing residence.
 2. The  residence  of  a clergyman

Oh man, I can't even senryu that one without saying something inappropriate...

Word of the Day for Tuesday March 14, 2006  uxorious \uk-SOR-ee-us; ug-ZOR-\,
adjective:
Excessively fond of or submissive to a wife.

What!  Okay...

Uxurious Am I
We All Know
Who Wears The Pants

Word of the Day for Wednesday March 15, 2006 
Ides \YDZ\, plural noun:
In the ancient Roman calendar the fifteenth day of March, May,
July, and October, and the thirteenth day of the other months.  That doesn't even make sense.  

I Spend Ides
As Any Other Day
Hunched At Computer

In everyday news...I think I pulled an ass muscle at practice last night.  So now, along
with the normal aches and pains, I've got a huge knot in my left cheek...but that's not
why you've come here.  I'll flickr some new pictures of the squirts sometime soon. 

For some reason, blogger's not word wrapping.  Bothersome.

Jai Guru Deva Ohm

Hey, it was John Lennon's personal mantra for inner peace, so why shouldn't I use it? I just got a call from the wife - the gas company that claimed a year ago that none of the tanks at the house were theirs (thus they would have to replace them, for a fee, if we wanted our tanks filled) just came and took all of our propane tanks (they showed up a month ago claiming they were theirs, and said they'd be back in a week to deal with it - so much for staying on schedule); the other company that we contacted for gas service can't figure out if they'd replaced a tank last (this?) week, after they had to cancel doing it earlier (broken truck, supposedly). So, I'm going to go home at noon so Cindy, who's much better at dealing with this sort of thing than I (yay wife!) can have the car to go and break some heads. Jai guru deva ohm indeed...

In other news, after an eight year absence, I've decided to play rugby again, and went to my first practice last night. And boy howdy how I had forgotten that certain muscle groups still existed within my body. Hopefully it will get better the more I run...

Finally...Daily Senryu! And I'm excited for the word of the day today. I've liked today's word ever since I read The Lord of The Flies in sixth (or was it seventh or eighth?) grade.

ululate \UL-yuh-layt; YOOL-\, intransitive:

To howl, as a dog or a wolf; to wail; as, ululating jackals.

I Ululate Softly
East Coast Workmen
Never Do As Claimed

Because the gas service problems are REALLY typical of the attitude we've run into from people involved in labor jobs back here...We still haven't been able to get a roofer/contractor to come out and just give us an estimate! Even though they all say they'll be out on Friday...