So, for the outrageous price of $200, I now own rabasa.com. What am I going to do with this address? I haven t the foggiest idea. To start, I ll probably offer email aliases to my immediate and extended family (carter@rabasa.com, angel@rabasa.com, etc). Beyond that, I guess time will tell.
This particular event is tomorrow night. This is probably the most striking group-gathering failure in my illustrious history using Evite. So bad, that I had to share.
The World Series of Beer Pong (2006) [via Al]
Dan, Joe, Hege, Peter, Taurus up for a road trip?
For those of you who feel like American government is broken and our ability to respond to emergencies and disasters is non-existant, here are some numbers:
| Event | Deaths |
|---|---|
| Katrina | 1,000+ |
| Pakistan earthquake | 30,000+ |
| Asian tsunami | 100,000+ |
| Iran earthquake (2003) | 15,000+ |
I think before we jump all over people, criticize the manner in which they are doing their jobs, and howl at the ineptitude of everyone around us, it would be useful to have some perspective and try to a least come up with some reasonable metrics to use when coming to judgement.
And I don t mean to be cold or cruel regarding the people who lost their lives during Katrina. A force of nature beared down with terrible accuracy on a vulnerable city, and this is a tragedy. But I m really growing weary of the finger-pointing after the fact.
So, I recently discovered that a re-vamped archive page of Bill Simmons articles now include an RSS feed. Score!
Unfortunately, absent from this feed are posts to his More Cowbell blog. Let the irony of having RSS for articles but not for a blog sink in.
Pretty amazing, huh? So, I found this unacceptable, and decided to create a bootleg RSS feed of the Cowbell blog on my own via some incredibly ugly and fragile screen-scraping. A script runs once an hour to re-build the feed.
It even validates:
I ve specifically truncated the description field at 500 characters so that people are encouraged to go to espn.com to read the new posts. I m not trying to detract from their traffic, I just got tired of hitting refresh on that page. Hope some of you find this useful. If it breaks, or if I ve gone and done something that s already out there, let me know.
It’s not everyday that your alma mater can replace one titan (Kissinger) with another (O’Connor).
Ok, not quite the Dhali Lama, but close. Bill Simmons, aka the Sports Guy. I waited in line for about 3 hours (6pm-9pm) to discover that they had run out of copies of his book for those of us who hadn’t thought ahead to bring a copy. No matter, there was a form that you could fill out where you could have a signed book mailed to you, provided you cough-up your:
So, I get up to shake Bill’s hand (my personal identity information had already been written down and handed to an assistant). I tell him…
Me: “It’s great to meet you. You’re my second favorite sportswriter, behind Gregg Easterbrook.”
BS: Silence, maybe a hint of “wtf?”
Me: “Haha, just kidding… ” Continue to trip over myself to salvage the situation. Grunt, crash, boom!
I thought that this would be a funny inside joke, given the ball busting that Simmons gave Gregg Easterbrook (aka TMQ, Tuesday Morning Quarterback) back when Easterbrook got fired from ESPN.com.
Three suicide bombings kill up to 27 people and wounded 125 in Bali
I spent a few days in Bali back in February of 2004, and these headlines break my heart. I can’t express how tranquil and beautiful a place Bali is. Making matters all the more confusing is the fact that Bali is predominantly Hindu, despite being part Indonesia (the most populous Muslim country in the world).
Thanks to a choke job by this guy, the Skins snuck away with a win yesterday. After storming back to score 14 straight points to tie the game, Seattle kicked-off to the Skins with 1:20 left in regulation. Mark Brunnel, error-free for most of the game, threw a terrible pass to Clinton Portis that bounced off his outstretched hands and directly into the grasp of a stunned Seattle DB. Seattle ran a few token plays, let the clock tick down to 00:01, and set-up for the game-winning field goal.
The kick was away and looked like a sure thing. Then, towards the end, it started to hook left and eventually hit the upright and thudded to the ground, giving the Skins a second chance. They took advantage, winning the coin flip, driving down the field, and 39 yard field goal to win the game in OT.
Oh, by the way, I was supposed to be at that game. But instead, I was at home, on the couch, trying to ignore the fact that I had a dozen knives jammed in my head. It’s cool, I gave my tickers to T&A as birthday presents, and I hear they lived it up on my behalf.
Thanks to everyone who came out for my birthday this past Saturday. I knew I was in trouble when I arrived late to my own pre-party and people had already started writing silly shit on the dry-erase board in the kitchen.
Thanks to a lack of ping-pong balls (doh!) we were forced to plan B thing with a roaring game of Zones. So, in between being commanded to polish a bottle of MD 20/20 Orange, playing Zones, and playing Caps, I was well on my way to oblivion.
Sadly, we did not hook up with the T/A Express that night. They had somehow squeezed 35 people into their place and had lost track of time (and clothing). We did migrate en-masse to Millie and Al’s, where I proceeded to completely black-out. One patented Carter Rabasa dip-out later, and I was home, collapsed on my bed, only vaguely aware of the pain to awaited me the next day. Hooray!
