Thursday, October 27, 2005

I'll take the creepy King

OK, I know I'm a one-trick poster lately, but here's more on the burger King from Drizzle my nizzle.

My opinion: You've gotta go with the skill-position player. Never build the franchise around a lineman. But then again, the King might have to go on injured reserve when someone like Nick punches him in the junk. So what do I know?

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

You go, King

I've made it clear from day one that the King in the Burger King commercials creeps me out — big time. This is especially true in the one where the dude from the "put the lime in the Coke, you nut" commercial wakes up and the King is in his bed.

But this is even creepier. Move your cursor over the "sold out" sign in the upper-left-hand corner. Ahhhh.

Monday, October 24, 2005

So long, so long summer

For the first time since we've been here, the high today is supposed to stall out below 70. High in the mid-60s today. Hooray. At last, summer is over.

Now if we could just put a stop to hurricane season. Jeez.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Nebraska: Home of Nice People

I don't know Nebraska's real state motto — help me out, Mo — but I suggest they change it to the above. In search of the Mizzou-Nebraska game yesterday, we wandered into the Wild Wing Cafe, one of our favorite on-island spots to catch a game.

Once there, we found the game, as well as a table of Nebraska fans who were on vacation from Lincoln. They turned out to be great, supremely nice folks, visiting Hilton Head for the first time. They were gracious in the 'Huskers' loss, even though it spoiled the one dude's birthday.

I sincerely hope these fine folks enjoy the remainder of their stay in our corner of the world, and I wish the 'Huskers much luck down the road — especially in the regular-season finale against Colorado.

Oh yeah, and the Gold Rush wings are the bomb, as are the Hot Shots and the Shrimply Delicious Dip. Yumm.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

One effin' number

Alas, I am not a millionaire. None of my 10 sets of numbers yielded more than one match, and none of those solitary matches was the Powerball. I didn't even win $3.

That's all for now.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Set for life

I plan on winning the $340 million Powerball jackpot tonight, so the rest of y'all can tear up your tickets now. Let's just hope I don't end up like this guy.*
* registration required — if you don't want to register, go to bugmenot.com.

What a jackass. My favorite part is: "Somebody screwed up here and somebody has to do something to make me happy."

No, actually, they don't. The guy intends to pursue the matter further. What does he think will happen? The newspaper plunks down a check for $300 million? Free subscription for a year?

But I digress.

I will be winning the jackpot tonight, in spite of the fact I did not play the Nos. 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, which about a million people probably did. Too bad their lives will suck forever if the win and they'll end up on a crazy-ass desert island. Suckers!

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Buy this record

The Fray: "How to Save a Life"

This four-piece band made a splash in the local music scene in Denver, earning it a deal with Epic Records and a spot opening for Ben Folds on his North American tour. The Fray is making the most of its opportunity. Its recent set at the Trustees Theater in Savannah, Ga., was crisp and clean, and lead singer Isaac Slade's witty banter with the crowd shows the band has the vibrant frontman necessary to achieve star status.

On "How to Save a Life," Slade also provides the piano/keyboard that becomes the dominant element of most tracks, and his melodic vocals add depth to this collection of 12 songs that deal primarily with love — love lost, looking for love, finding love, questioning love.

The first single — and the strongest track — is "Cable Car (Over My Head)," but the album contains no fewer than four potential hits. Every song is beautifully arranged with a catchy hook that allows it to sound familiar on the first listen and fosters a deeper bond on subsequent plays.

The Fray can't reasonably expect to have success on the order of sound-alikes Coldplay or David Gray, but it will be a shame if the American music scene doesn't take note of this immensely talented band and gorgeous collection of love songs.

Support your local, independent record store. Don't have one in your area? Buy this album for $9.99 at Target.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

"Hey, man, pop the trunk."

That's what I can almost hear the dude saying from the passenger seat of the car in front of us a few minutes ago. As we're driving down U.S. 278, the main highway that leads from I-95 to Hilton Head Island, we come to a stop light. The car in front of us rolls to a stop, and the trunk pops open. The dude in the passenger seat rolls out, walks around and grabs two cans of Coors Light, which he takes back to the front seat.

Let me repeat: This happened in the middle of a busy highway in broad daylight.

I don't know what the S.C. open-container laws are, but I'm pretty sure this move was not within them. The dude was wearing a Steelers shirt, though, so he probably needed a drink after they f'd up in overtime.

Friday, October 14, 2005

There's always someone cooler than you

— "Smile like you've got nothing to prove. No matter what you might do, there's always someone out there cooler than you. I know that's hard to believe, but there are people you'll meet, they're into something that is too big to be expressed through their clothes."
— Ben Folds

Easier said than done, Ben. Upon attending your recent concert in Savannah, we at almost paradise suffered something of a quarter-life crisis. Being in the same building with thousands of college kids (art students, no less) made us realize how far we have fallen on the coolness meter. Our hipness hasn't yet hit rock bottom — which is to say it might be salvagable — but it is very much out of shape and out of practice. We here at almost paradise would like to help others who might be fellow victims of this phenomenon cope with their coolness crises.

As far as we can tell, one's hipness can be assessed by addressing two key areas — music and wardrobe. The following is one man's account of his attempt to recapture his coolness and should not be regarded as the gospel truth on the subject. Best of luck, kids.

Where it's at
(I've got two turntables and a microphone)*


There's good news and bad news on this front. On the one hand, if you're frequenting establishments — live-music venues, bars, etc. — where your hipness is being called into question, you might not be as far out of the loop as you thought. Seeing a large number of hipsters up close means you're doing something right.

On the other hand, if you are questioning your own coolness upon visiting such establishments, you probably have some work to do. A true hipster would not have to ask whether he or she was cool enough to fit in, but rather whether the establishment was cool enough for him or her to stay there for more than five minutes.

If you don't find yourself rubbing elbows with cool people, that's where you need to start. Find some cool people. The easiest way to do this is to attend a cool concert on a college campus. Nothing brings out the cool people (and lots of other types of people we'll discuss) like a concert.
* almost paradise could not confirm whether Beck references are considered cool or uncool. Use with caution.

Other people's lives
(seem more interesting 'cause they ain't mine)*


When you find your cool place — and for these purposes, we'll assess the aforementioned Ben Folds concert in Savannah — you'll quickly begin to notice the myriad types of people on hand. You'll undoubtedly see:
• Cool people — These are the people we want to emulate. Look at how cool they are. They are generally young people who have no idea how good they have it. They are completely unaware that in a couple of short years they will struggle to maintain their youthful, cool appearance as they fight against the inevitable forces of maturity and responsibility that will pull them toward — ugggh — mainstream society.
• People who think they're cool — We don't want to become one of these people. They stick out like a sore thumb. They are a mix of young people who have crossed the coolness line by trying too hard to be noticed and once-young people who have crossed the same line by trying too hard to blend in.* This is the cruel irony of trying to be cool.
• People who don't care if they're cool — These are the worst kind of people, and the kind we must fear becoming. At some point, they were people who thought they were cool, but upon realizing they were trying too hard without achieving the desire result, they promptly gave up the struggle. "Too much work," they said. We don't want to become complacent with our coolness.
* almost paradise is quite certain quoting bands such as Modest Mouse is still cool, as long as it's their 'old stuff' from before they signed with a major label.
* There is a fine line between trying too hard and not trying hard enough. This is the difficulty we face in our attempt to (re)capture coolness.

Musical revolution

If we want to become one of the cool people, we have to listen to the right music. Luckily, there is cool music for (almost) every taste.*
• Rock and roll — anything on "The O.C.," Death Cab for Cutie, My Chemical Romance, Wilco, Green Day, Killers.
• Hip hop/rap — Kanye West (no other rappers have been confirmed as universally cool, though Jay-Z is close).
• Country (yes, even country) — Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, early Wilco, Son Volt, Slobberbone.

Again, if you attended a concert and came face to face with cool people, you're on the right track. If you know of at least one cool band or artist you like, you can easily broaden your base of cool music using iTunes or Amazon. Simply put something by said cool artist in your shopping cart, and let the computer do the rest. Make a note of all the cool bands the computer recommends and check them out on your own time.

If you have a cool record store at your disposal*, use it. Go to the record store and seek out the person who looks most like the type of cool person you want to be. Ask him or her what good stuff has come out lately. Most likely, you will be lucky to have heard of one of the bands or artists mentioned. That's OK, in fact, it's normal. If the store has a listening station, take advantage. Bob your head, tap your feet and enjoy while listening. Don't fake it, though. If you don't like it, say so. If you like it, ask for other stuff along those lines. By the end of your visit, you will be on the cutting edge.

If you want to show off your coolness, roll down your windows and crank up your music. This is only cool if you're listening to cool music, though, so be sure that your selection qualifies.
* These are merely suggestions from almost paradise and should not be regarded as authoritatively cool. Musical selections depend heavily on the type of coolness sought.
*
almost paradise recommends Slackers CDs and Games.

Wardrobe malfunction

Being cool is all about looking cool. With that said, a cool wardrobe's coolness is entirely dependent upon the specific type of coolness one is trying to attain. The only type of coolness almost paradise has experience with is the type generally reserved for white, 20-something males who enjoy "indie rock," "Brit pop," "alt-country," and the hippest of "hip-hop." Some might know this look as "emo" or "geek chic." It has recently grown in popularity, and drifted toward the — ugggh — mainstream, due to its being featured by Seth Cohen on the ever-popular television show "The O.C."

If you believe this look is your ticket to coolness, by all means, read on. If you desire a different cool look, please consult other resources.

Geek chic — one man's attempted coolness comeback

In the early days of the post-concert crisis, we became suddenly paranoid about the coolness of our wardrobe. We never felt as though our look was decidedly uncool, but it certainly had slipped below the coolness threshold. Luckily, our closet still contains many of the necessary components for coolness — such as a hoodie, slim-fitting polyester pants, and tons upon tons of cool T-shirts and striped polos. But we also picked up a few things from none other than Target — a cool hipster hat like those popularized by Jason Mraz, which we accented with a cool button from our earlier stint as a cool person, a sweet two-tone brown track jacket, and a nice hipster-style sport coat type jacket.

After months of wearing the standard-issue uniform of islanders, and sports writers for that matter — khaki shorts and a polo — the pants came out this week. Now, we've packed on about 20 pounds since the last time our "hip" pants saw the light of day, so it was necessary to employ the rubber band trick, which we picked up from a female colleague at the P*rsons S*n.

For any who don't know (read: men), the rubber band trick goes like this: (1) thread rubber band through button hole, (2) loop rubber band around button, (3) enjoy an extra couple of inches on the waistband of your favorite pants!

Brilliant! What would we do without you women?!

Luckily, the hipster style we wish to achieve allows for untucked shirts (as does my workplace), making the rubber band trick feasible. If the shirt is tucked in, it requires too much work to ensure the belt buckle covers up the rubber band and keeps your secret safe.

If you're not comfortable with the rubber band trick, or if you simply don't own any cool pants, go to your local thrift store and pick some up. The pants should be slim-fitting, but comfortable, and gray, blue and brown are the most desirable colors, though other colors such as black and green also are acceptable.

Shorts are generally taboo among cool dudes, though there seems to be an exception to this rule in coastal areas. Just make sure the shorts are long enough — below the knee is good — and pair them with a cool shirt and shoes. If you must wear shorts, be sure to wear acceptable socks, too. You might be cool enough to pull off black socks or striped tube socks with shorts, but let's face it, you're probably not. You should probably stick to ankle socks.

Chances are, you have plenty of shirts in your closet that are acceptable with this look, as it is very versatile above the waist. Button-down shirts are OK, as are polos (especially striped polos), T-shirts, ringer T's, track jackets and hoodies. It is generally acceptable to go tucked or untucked, though the shirts should not be terribly long if you choose to remain untucked.

The shoes are key. The ideal shoes are old-school Converse Chuck Taylors, but other low-profile tennis shoes are acceptable, including knock-off brands from Target or Wal-Mart. If you need dress shoes, go for Steve Maddens or Skechers, or some knock-off variation thereof.

Go forth and be cool

We here at almost paradise sincerely hope you are too cool for any of this to benefit you. But if you find yourself in a coolness crisis similar to ours, we hope this advice will help you through it. But remember to keep things in perspective:
There's always someone cooler than you.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Self-reflection time

Nobody tagged me for this particular one, but I kind of like doing these self-reflective blog tag things, so I'm taking a crack anyway.

Here goes.

10 years ago, I was ...
• Two months into my senior year in high school. I was hanging out with the 'wrong crowd,' experimenting entirely too much with marijuana, drinking a lot, trying my damnedest to piss away a promising future.
5 years ago, I was ...
• Two months into my first semester back in college after 'taking a semester off' for 3 1/2 years. I was dating Megan, working at Slackers, busting my ass to pay the bills and make good grades, smoking a lot of cigarettes but never drinking nor using illegal drugs.
1 year ago, I was ...
• Five months into my first job out of college. I was beginning the get the feeling my job wasn't everything I hoped it would be and getting depressed about how long I might have to be there. Megan and I had a cute little three-bedroom house we rented for $400 a month, but neither of us was extremely happy in our jobs, and it would only get worse before it got better.
Yesterday, I was ...
• Reflecting on the effin' awesome Ben Folds concert from the night before, watching football all day, enjoying new episodes of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy, doing laundry, eating Atlanta Bread Company for lunch and homemade potstickers for dinner, tuning in for the final at-bat of an epic 18-inning playoff baseball game.
5 snacks I enjoy ...
• Cheez-It; cheddar bites from Sonic; popcorn; anything chocolate; caramel apple empanadas from Taco Bell.
5 songs I know all the words to ...
• The Killers' "Mr. Brightside"; Dr. Dre/Ben Folds' "Bitches Ain't Shit"; Ben Folds' "All U Can Eat"; Bon Jovi's "I'll Be There For You"; Modest Mouse's "Trailer Trash"; and many, many more.
5 things I would do with a cool $100 million ...
• Give a shit-ton to charity; buy a sweet-ass house; open a record store/live music venue; buy a private jet; give a shit-ton to family members.
5 places I would run away to ...
• Savannah; Columbia; Vancouver; the lake district in northern England; the Rockies.
5 things I would never wear ...
• Never say never.
5 favorite TV shows ...
• "Lost"; "The OC"; "Boston Legal"; "Desperate Housewives"; "Grey's Anatomy".
5 bad habits ...
• Biting my fingernails; procrastination; laziness; arguing for the sake of arguing; forgetfulness.
5 biggest joys ...
• Having a day off and spending all of it curled up on the couch with Megan; eating a great meal; having someone tell me they enjoyed reading something I wrote; listening to a song I love; getting paid to cover sports.
5 favorite toys ...
• iPod; Xbox; LED reading light that hangs around my neck; my fat cat Chile; my computer.
5 fictional characters I would have coffee with ...
• Denny Crane; Seth Cohen; Napoleon Dynamite; Robert Langdon; Ari Gold.

Let's recap. I've settled down a lot since any of you have known me; I love food; I watch a lot of TV and listen to a lot of music; I don't have a lot of toys; and I love my wife and my cat. Wasn't that fun?

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Ben Folds rocks!

Absolutely fantastic 2-hour set from Ben Folds last night at the Trustees Theater in Savannah. Throw in the sausage, pepperoni and salami pie we split at Vinnie Van Go-Go's before the show, and it was a damn fine evening on the old town.

The Fray opened (if you like Coldplay, David Gray, etc., you definitely should check out this band) with a solid set, then Folds rocked our motherfuckin' socks off. Among my personal highlights was the little kid (I'd guess about 5-6 years old) holding his hands over his ears during "All U Can Eat." The chorus of the song is: "They give no fuck/They take as much as they want/They give no fuck/Just as long as there's enough/for them."

Anyone who brings a 5-year-old to a concert is an idiot. If the concert is Ben Folds, then: (a) the person is an idiot, and (b) the person is wholly unfamiliar with Folds' work, therefore (c) the person sucks at life. Luckily, the kid disappeared just in time for "Bitches Ain't Shit" and didn't return until after a stirring and filthy rendition of "Rockin' the Suburbs."

Given that I didn't get to see Ben on the Rockin' the Suburbs tour, and therefore hoped to hear quite a bit from that album last night, I don't think I could have hand-picked a better setlist myself. The only song I would have added would have been "Best Imitation of Myself," but you can't always get what you want. See for yourself; here's the setlist.

***With band***
• Intro
• Bastard
• Gone
• Annie Waits
• All U Can Eat
• Jesusland
• Still Fighting It
• You to Thank
• Landed
• Bitches Ain't Shit
***Ben solo***
• Lullabye
• Don't Change Your Plans For Me
• The Last Polka
• Brick
***With band***
• Army
• In Between Days
• Zak and Sara
• Where's Summer B.?
• Late
• Southern Jam/Rockin' the Suburbs
• Philosophy
***Encore with band***
• Not the Same
• One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces

Awesome.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

JJ not a crazy lefty, test says

I'm well aware that I'm a liberal, but I also have contempt for many extreme left-wingers (or "dirty hippies"). I'm still borderline socialist on many issues, but this policical test confirms that I am, in fact, more moderate than I might have thought.

You are a

Social Moderate
(43% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(21% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Democrat




Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid Free Online Dating
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Friday, October 07, 2005

Friday Night ... blah

Tonight: Local High (0-6) vs. State Power High (5-1)
What's on the line: Winningest coach in state history makes his last visit to beat up on lowly Local High.
Prediction: State Power High by at least 50.

These are the Friday nights that suck. And it's a tornado watch to boot. Uggh.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

I like grits ... and other nonsense

• Unbeknownst to me until I moved to the Dirty South, I like grits, especially cheese grits or shrimp and grits. I also like all the pimp shit, so everybody let me hear you say, yay-er.

• My friend won nine — count 'em, nine! — awards for ad design in the Kansas Press Association awards. Way to go Beezekiel. If anyone needs a graphic designer in any capacity, hollaback.

• If you go to Golden Corral — and I would only recommend going for the breakfast buffet (they have good cheese grits) — please let the woman at the end of the counter carry your tray for you. She gets pissed when you tell her, "I think I can handle it myself." Sorry, lady, I don't know protocol at white-trash, buffet restaurants.

• Tropical Storm Tammy is a bitch. She's dumping some serious rain on us.

• Don't post your thoughts on oral sex on your personal blog. If you don't know what I'm talking about, just trust me. It's not a good idea.

• Going to see Ben Folds in Savannah on Saturday night! He better play "Bitches Ain't Shit," else I'll have to do some motherfuckin' chin checkin'.

Monday, October 03, 2005

TV talk

My thoughts on Desperate Housewives, The OC and other TV shows, as elicited by this blog.

Desperate Housewives
1. The dude in Betty's basement sure looks like he has white dude hands to me, which is perplexing.

2. I thought Tom's ridiculous fight over the baby spit-up on the sheets was hilarious. Makes some of the stupid things I fight over look reasonable by comparison.

3. Gabby's storylines are outrageous, as are Susan's. Sometimes they're funny, but they're just ridiculous. Backing over roller-skate Edie? Who couldn't see that coming?

4. Bree is effin' awesome, but if I have to sit through another week in which her mother-in-law is (a) in the episode and (b) alive, I don't know if I can take it.

5. How can we possibly go through the first two episodes of the new season without even a mention of Paul Young? And now Zach disappears for an episode and a half. What the F. are the writers doing? That effed-up family is the impetus for the show, remember?

THE OC
6. As far as The OC is concerned, the only thing that sucks worse than the comeback of the "Marissa makes new friends and cuts herself off from Ryan, who gets jealous and overprotective, which causes Marissa to overreact, which causes Ryan to get more jealous and overprotective, which leads them to 'break up,' which leads Ryan to go back to Chino, at which time he runs into someone from his previous life (Theresa), who introduces him to some new drama (are you da baby daddy?)" storyline ... Anyway, the only thing that sucks more than that storyline, is Thursday night playoff baseball. Day games, people, day games.

7. From White Boy Blog Party:
And when will that Chili guy get run over, eliciting a "yay" from at least one living room in the Carolinas? Bitch needs to go.

Make that two "yays" from living rooms in the Carolinas if Chili gets whacked. He's like Seth Cohen only not cool and not funny.

Other

8. Grey's Anatomy -- Great show from day one. Glad I got in on the ground floor. Every reference to "the syph" cracks me up. But George pining over Meredith? Forget about it.

9. My Name is Earl -- Effin' hilarious. Jason Lee is incredible.

10. Alias -- Michael Vartan's character is dead. The show could be by the end of this season, which is a damn shame. It's all Ben Affleck's fault. Fucker.