PJADD (Pompous Journalists Against Drunk Drivers)

I was reading the St. Louis Post Dispatch today... now granted, this newspaper does suck quite a bit, but I was reading a column that annoyed me. I'll wait while you read...
The link to the article is: http://www.stltoday.com/stltoday/news/
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Ok, now that you have read this sad mistake for a journal article, let the rant begin. The very eloquent Bill Mclellan (sense the tone) claims that if St. Louis would tell the truth about Josh Hancock's death, then the world would be a much better place, yadda yadda yadda, etc etc etc. First of all, I would like to start by saying: "Bill, you don't know that alcohol was involved... Were you there? Didn't think so". Now, I will admit that there is a distinct possibility that Hancock was so drunk he couldn’t find his ass, however, the toxicology report isn't back, so don't point your finger!

Second, Mclellan states that La Russa is treating Hancock's death as a sweet tragedy. Well of course he is! It was one of his players; one of his men. If your mom (or even a close friend of yours... I just like to say "your mom") was killed because he/she was completely bombed you would still think sweetly of your mom or your friend. Um, I’m thinking yes. Granted, you would probably be pissed that he/she had done something so stupid, but you would still want to remember said person in a non-hostile manner. And by the way, Bill, I would like to see you manage a baseball team if you think it would be easier than managing a newspaper (the post dispatch especially). Unless you've done both, keep your mouth shut.

"A cultural anthropologist would not say the same about Hancock's death. He played in a stadium named after a beer, and he played for a manager who recently was arrested and charged with driving under the influence — and who then received a standing ovation at a Florida ballpark the next morning." (Quoted from Mclellan's column)
Ok...let me get this straight... are you saying, Bill, that if I lived on a street call Lager Lane, and my mom has a DWI, then I must have been in an accident due to my drinking?

Next, I would like to add Mclellan's story is a little contradictory. In the other cases of athlete vs. alcohol that he so readily mentions... the truth was told about those instances and nothing changed. We know that alcohol was involved when those other players (for St. Louis teams, ironically, because they are the only ones who drink and drive) killed people due to their stupidity in drinking and driving. The public was fully aware of the details... and what came of it? Nothing. So telling your readers that telling the so-called "truth" about Josh Hancock's death will prevent others from doing it.... I'm sorry but you are sadly mistaken. It is a nice story... in theory... but you and I both know it's not true. As sad as it is (and I am by no means condoning the behavior) people will always drink and drive. You just have to try to encourage your friends against it and do what you can for yourself. There will always be those few that just know that they are ok to drive. The only line in this godforsaken column that I actually agree with is that if a bartender suggests a cab, then you probably need one.
Finally, Bill states that Darryl Kile's death was unforeseen and unavoidable. In my opinion, when it's your time, it's your time. And there is nothing that can be done to stop it. When God decides that it's your time to be with him, then your time on earth is through... even if that means stepping on a tiny little bee in which you have an allergic reaction which causes you to fall 700 feet into a hole with fiery magma at the bottom. Unforeseen... and unavoidable.

Snort Me Up

It is a sad day, that Keith Richards is no longer number one on Hollywood’s Most Likely to Die List. He had a good 10 year run though… however, after his little escapade recently, maybe he should move up a couple spots. It’s true: when asked “what was the strangest thing you’ve ever tried to snort?” Keith promptly replied, “My father, I snorted my father.” WHAT?! So, his father was cremated, and apparently Keith thought, “I can’t resist grinding him up with a little blow… he wouldn’t mind”

W T F

Let’s see if Keith makes it to 64… Jesus.

Next Chapter Please

I really need a new job... I can't wait to move... ugh, I'm in a rut

Seriously, people, find something more productive to do with your time!

I am completely disgusted. Probably because I have always been under the impression that people are good. I have recently been informed, that contrary to my prior beliefs, people suck. (quoted from my mother) I have always believed that people are generally good, that there has to be some goodness inside of everyone, but today I came across something that really disturbed me. On the ever-popular 'facebook', a few of my friends have joined a group titled "HELP FIND MISSING GIRL"... and I'm thinking 'sweet, this is cool that there are so may people joining so quickly, yadda yadda yadda'. So then, I went to Google to look up more about it (since I am unemployed and at home in the middle of the day with nothing better to do). Well, much to my surprise, this entire thing is a hoax. The girl is not missing... she is alive and well in Philadelphia.... and probably sitting in her living room watching oprah and eating bon bons. What a selfish bitch (pardon my french)... How awesome of you to create a group claiming that you are missing just so people will join and you may gain some popularity. There are real children out there, who have been taken from their families. Who have had their childhood stolen from them... their innocence taken at 5 years old, etc. And you have the audacity to think that child abduction is a joke?! Real fucking cool.... not.
Sometimes I hate that I care so much about things and people, but there are some things that I just can't ignore.

How much does a cardboard box cost?

Being poor sucks... Growing up sucks... Real jobs.... suck.

Winter White-Out

I've heardof a blackout before... and I've used whiteout to correct a few mistakes (when it was still allowed in schools)... but a winter whitout is a new concept that has recently been introduced to me. Yesterday (and well into the wee morning hours) we received 12-15 inches of snow! The university even cancelled class... which hasn't happened since 1995.

What a clever name, "whiteout". I find this so amusing that it makes me chuckle a little to myself. I think it is because I'm so ecstatic to look out my window and see everything completely covered with a white blanket. Above is a photo that I took this morning.. gosh I love winter!

So much time, so little to do... Strike that, reverse it.

25 days and counting until graduation! Until then, I am afraid, I will resemble a hermit in many ways. The only difference is that I will have to leave my house to go to the library... so perhaps I could be a library hermit... do those exist? Before graduation, I have to write two 8-10 page research papers (one written in spanish), another research paper three pages in length (also in spanish) and all three of these papers are due on the same day.. I am so dreading December 8th! I also have a seven page article project to do, and I have to find time to work on a presentation with my group and write another 8-10 page paper with them... suck. However, come December 16th I am blowing this proverbial popsicle stand! That is what is keeping me motivated. My biggest downfall is that I am a master procrastinator. For example, I'm writing this blog that, most likely no one reads, instead of working on my research. But I just spent 3 hours searching Ellis library...let me rephrase... I just spent 3 hours lost in Ellis library gathering sources for my first paper. So I am taking a much needed R&R session... too bad it can only last 20 minutes before I am forced to return to the hell that is my research paper. Who cares about childbirth and midwifery in the Netherlands? ... Because I sure as hell do not.