May this dance last forever...

Material Biography

Material profanity count: 1,143
Material "fuck" count: 404
Material PORNOGRAPHY count: 2
Material Photoshop count: 3

Time goes by so slowly for those who wait...

  • Sometimes the simplest is the bestest.
  • Where I am, nearly a month later...
  • In loving and eternal memory of Ingrid Fullington:...
  • The Price Is Right: September 4, 1972-July 17, 200...
  • Only another year older?
  • Oh boy.
  • Somehow, someway, I'm still here
  • Yes, I'm still alive
  • Another one in the books...
  • Out with the old, in with the new.. Or something.


  • Archives, For I Must Live Up To My Name

    August 2004
    September 2004
    October 2004
    November 2004
    December 2004
    January 2005
    February 2005
    May 2005
    June 2005
    July 2005
    August 2005
    September 2005
    October 2005
    November 2005
    December 2005
    January 2006
    February 2006
    March 2006
    April 2006
    May 2006
    June 2006
    July 2006
    August 2006
    September 2006
    October 2006
    December 2006
    January 2007
    February 2007
    March 2007
    April 2007
    May 2007
    June 2007
    July 2007
    August 2007
    September 2007
    October 2007
    November 2007
    December 2007
    February 2008
    March 2008
    April 2008
    May 2008
    July 2008
    August 2008
    September 2008
    November 2008

    In love and honor of my Beautiful Goddess

    Ingrid's page on tributes.com

    American Cancer Society

    Hepatitis C Outreach Project

    Gonna Dress You Up In My Links... All Over, All Over...

    Hung Up

    Crazy For You

    Angel

    What It Feels Like For A Girl

    Open Your Heart

    Justify My Love

    Lucky Star

    Hey You

    Erotica

    Beautiful Stranger

    Into The Groove

    Vogue

    I Love New York

    Like A Virgin

    Dress You Up

    Jump

    Waiting

    You'll See

    American Life

    Who's That Girl?

    Music

    Secret Garden

    Ray Of Light

    White Heat

    Words

    I'm So Stupid

    Other Materialistic Blogs

    Where's The Party

    God only knows what I'll be without you...

    In loving and eternal memory of Ingrid Fullington. I'll love you always and forever, my Beautiful Goddess.

    Thursday, October 28, 2004
     
    George W. Bush - The "UNlucky Star"
    Better look out - someone's unleased their inner Madonna again!


    Bush is an unlucky star
    'Cuz things go to shit wherever you are
    I just think of you and my anger grows
    And you're not too bright
    And Dubya, you blow

    Not right.. Not bright.. Said something dumb tonight
    Not right.. Not bright.. Things are not all right
    Not right.. Not bright.. Said something dumb tonight
    Not right.. Not bright.. Things are not all right

    Bush is an unlucky star
    'Cuz you make peace and love seem so far
    And we're all lost and know you lied
    We all turn around and see more have died

    Not right.. Not bright.. Said something dumb tonight
    Not right.. Not bright.. Things are not all right
    Not right.. Not bright.. Said something dumb tonight
    Not right.. Not bright.. Things are not all right

    Come on, resign in disgrace tonight
    'Cuz we know you'll never make anything all right

    Come on, resign in disgrace tonight
    'Cuz we know you'll never make anything all right

    You are the unlucky star
    But we're unluckiest by far

    Not right.. Not bright.. Said something dumb tonight
    Not right.. Not bright.. Things are not all right

    Labels: , ,


    Wednesday, October 27, 2004
     
    "CHERISH" it - The Curse Is Over!
    31,458 days.

    Woodrow Wilson was the president - 15 presidents ago. World War I was going on. Television and the Internet did not exist. Airplanes were just barely more advanced than the 1903 Wright Flyer - nobody had yet broken the sound barrier, much less flown to the moon.

    Hitler, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, and two (two too many) wars in Iraq were decades from taking place.

    During that time, the Yankees would win 26 championships. The then-Boston Braves would move TWICE. The game would go from the dead-ball era of fundamental offense to the slugest of today. The NFL, NBA and NASCAR had yet to be formed. In Golf, Augusta National and The Masters had yet to be created.

    All of that, and much more, had taken place since the 86 years since the Red Sox had won the World Series.

    Tonight, the long wait is over, as the Red Sox swept the Cardinals to officially end "The Curse of Babe Ruth". It's below zero and snowing in hell, the Red Sox are the 2004 World Champions!

    One emotional after another all night - nervousness, which just intensified as the game progressed. Followed by joy, relief and a bit of sadness with Edgar Renteria's grounder back to Keith Foulke to end it.

    Joy for the Red Sox and their fans, who have suffered all these years...

    Relief that it happened, without any heartbreak or last minute disaster...

    Sadness, for all the Red Sox fans who'd come and gone since 1918, wanting to see this moment and never getting the chance...

    And hopefully a bit of closure - no more "1918" chants, no more Bucky Fucking Dent, no more replays of Bill Buckner. I'm sure Billy Buck is feeling a one ton gorilla was lifted from his shoulders tonight. A man unfairly blamed and ridiculed for 1986 (you win and lose as a team, but Bob Stanley did far more to hurt the Red Sox on 10-25-86 than Buckner did), a man who had a great career but has sadly been only remembered for one error for 18 years.

    They won a championship tonight - not just for themselves and a legion of fans, but for so many others over the last 86 years. Ted Williams and Johnny Pesky, Carlton Fisk and Carl Yastrzemski, Jim Rice and Dwight Evans, and so many others to have worn a Red Sox uniform all these years.

    I can't even imagine how Red Sox Nation must feel right now. The closest I came to their heartbreak was the Angels, who finally won it all and closed the door on some bad memories in 2002. My lone regret of 2002 is that it came thirteen years too late for Donnie Moore and his family, forever torn apart by Moore reaching his breaking point - a tragedy that started my hatred for the media.

    Congratulations to the Red Sox, and may Red Sox Nation enjoy and cherish this forever...

    Now let's hope the Cubs are next.

    Tomorrow's Boston Herald:



    ESPN.com's current homepage:

    Labels:


     
    Something To Remember
    Well, I must admit, I was wrong - and I have no complaints.

    My prediction turned out to be wrong, as the Red Sox won game three 4-1 Tuesday night, putting them up 3-0 in the World Series and just one victory away from ending their 86 year drought and forever ending any talk of "The Curse Of The Babe".

    Despite a shaking beginning and being bailed out by a couple fortunate and unusual double plays, Pedro Martinez threw seven shutout innings. A fly ball and throw out at home by Manny Ramirez in the first inning, and a baserunning blunder by Cardinals pitcher Jeff Suppan at third base in the third inning helped kill two Cardinals' rallies. Martinez would settle down after that, retiring the last 14 batters in a row.

    During tomorrow night's game, there'll be a lunar eclipse. A sign, perhaps?

    I just hope Boston does the right thing, and goes out to play to win tomorrow night. No nonsense, no half-assing it to "win it back in Boston". Get the job done. Don't tempt fate (they, as well as anyone, should obviously know you never give an opponent live with a 3-0 series lead). There's plenty of time to party in Boston once they get back home.

    Maddy's going to need THREE TV's tomorrow night: The World Series, Jeopardy! and a new episode of South Park. I really need to get that Jeopardy! video wall...

    Mike Martz will be known as "Meathead" from this day forward. Like Michael Stivic, he has lost the rights to his given name. Because, like Stivic, Martz is dead from the neck up...

    Less than one week until Election Day. The most recent poll shows Maddy with an amazing five votes. Of the people polled, 40% said they had no idea I was running. 7% were confused, thinking I was Esther. And the other 53% said after Clinton that they don't need someone else using the White House as a brothel...

    I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way. Whoops, sorry. That was Jessica Rabbitt.. I guess I AM bad...

    I guess I shouldn't be surprised. After all, an anagram of Madonna Louise Ciccone is "occasional nude income". And, I do guess I must live up to my name, after all...

    Labels: ,


    Monday, October 25, 2004
     
    Over And Over
    A few burning issues that seem to be same old shit, different day from the National Football League...

    The Rams lose yet another game they have no business losing: It just never ends. It all started four years ago, when Mike The Moron Martz took over the defending Super Bowl champions, and destroyed what appeared at the time to be a dynasty in the making. Instead, the Martz Regime has been a nonstop blunder of bad preparation, poorly executed and coached games, and humiliation. Martz has yanked defeat from the jaws of victory more than any coach in recent NFL history - a bumbling, arrogant jackass who has officially passed Brian "Match Game Loser" Billick as THE worst coach in the NFL.

    The first season under Moron Martz, the Rams broke nearly every offensive team record in history, but their defense gave up more yards than anyone in the NFL as the Rams stumbled to a 10-6 record and a humiliating and ugly loss to the Saints in the Wild Card game - the only time the Saints have EVER won a playoff game.

    The second year may be the most humiliating of them all... The Rams stormed through the regular season with an incredible 14-2 record, powered by the NFL's #1 offense and #3 defense. They reached their second Super Bowl in three years, facing the New England Patriots. All that stood between the Rams and a second Lombardi trophy was one thing:

    Martz's ego.

    Bill Belichick, who lead the Patriots on a winning streak and into the Super Bowl (a streak that started, ironically, after a regular season loss to these same Rams), came up with a very simple yet effective game plan: Coach to counter Martz's ego. He gambled that Martz would pass every chance he got, ignoring the fact the defense was setup to stop the pass and was vulnerable to the run.

    Martz, being the self-righteous, egotistical, wannabe Frank Sinatra that he is, had to do it HIS way. No, it wasn't important to win - it had to be about "the offensive genius". Martz obviously would've rather had his pass-wacky offense go out and lose than exploit the opposing defense and win.

    Well, Martz succeeded. Marshall Faulk carried the ball a whopping 15 times. His play-calling and the offense played right into New England's hands, and instead of a second Super Bowl title, we're now plagued with the non-stop hype and propaganda of Tom Brady, Football Deity.

    Love him or hate him, Al Davis has the right idea: Just win, baby. Apparently, Martz's ego is far more important to him than the team's success.

    But, of course, it hasn't stopped there. A disasterous 2002 season, where Martz's continued crappy play-calling and coaching lead to Kurt Warner being tarred and feathered and blamed for the team's struggles. More inconsistant play last season, where the Rams would go one and out in the playoffs, and Warner was railroaded out of St. Louis - blamed for the Rams' struggles since Super Bowl XXXVI.

    And despite more empty promises from Martz The Liar, the shit continues here in 2004: Barely beating the Cardinals, humiliating losses to the Saints and Falcons. Martz, though, helped bring the team to a new low this Sunday, as the previously-winless Dolphins put up 31 points in a defeat over the Rams. Martz promised before the start of the year that we'd see the Rams emphasize the run more this year with Faulk and Stephen Jackson, yet once again, the Rams go pass-wacky against the Dolphins and walk away with another embarassing defeat.

    All three Rams' losses in 2004 have had the same M.O.: Poor defense and no rushing attack. Martz went pass-wacky on the Falcons and Saints in back-to-back weeks earlier this season. The Saints have one of the worst rushing defenses in the NFL, and the Falcons yesterday were burnt for over 270 yards and A RECORD EIGHT RUSHING TOUCHDOWNS by the Chiefs.

    But, much like with Super Bowl XXXVI, Martz was too busy obsessing with putting his mark on the game instead of just finding a way to win, and in the process handed the dysfunctional, injury-prone Dolphins a blowout victory.

    The Rams have not won a single game where they have passed on 67% or more of their offensive plays since Super Bowl XXXVI. It makes no difference if the quarterback is named Warner or Bulger, it makes no difference if they are playing the Patriots or the Lions. When the Rams don't run, the Rams don't win.

    Mike Martz has eclipsed the hated San Francisco 49ers as THE biggest source of misery for me when it comes to football. He has no idea how to manage a game, how to work with a team, and he has never put winning first. Any chance the Rams had of becoming a dynasty has been destroyed by Martz, and he has single-handedly made it painful to watch football. He ran Warner out of town as a scapegoat for his own poor coaching, and as long as Martz coaches the Rams, they will NEVER win a Super Bowl.

    I've been a Rams fan for 25 years. I've seen plenty of losing. I can live with bad teams losing. But there is never an excuse for good teams losing. Martz single-handedly takes good teams and makes them bad. He IS the weakest link.

    Fire the bastard. Please. So I can enjoy football again...


    Same old Jerry Rice, different year. Jerry Rice, the wretchedly overrated, egomanical wide receiver/propaganda piece that has plagued the NFL for 20 seasons showed his true colors once again a few weeks ago, with his me-first sideline tantrum and trade demands after having his precious "best ever" 274 game reception streak snapped in a VICTORY over the Bills. Anyone who follows football and hasn't been brainwashed by the media all this time knows the truth: Jerry Rice only cares about Jerry Rice. Whether it be him saying "I want to be the best receiver ever" (and not saying he'd like to win a Super Bowl) when asked what his goals were as a rookie, whining and going off in the press in his last few years as a 49er because he wasn't "the man", or kicking his helmet and throwing shit because he precious streak is about to end, Rice has made it clear time and time again throughout his career that the only thing he cares about are his precious stats.

    Rice, like Michael jordon, Terrell Owens, Barry Bonds, Kobe Bryant and so many of our "heroes" in sports is the epitome of a me-player. The kinds of players who'd rather have 150 catches for 2,000 yards and 25 touchdowns on an 0-16 team than have 70 catches for 900 yards and 8 TD's on a winning team... The kinds of players who'd rather score 50 points a game on an 0-82 team than score 18 a game with some rebounds and assists on a winning team... The kinds of players who'd rather hit .400 with 90 HR's on an 0-162 team than hit .280 with 20 HR's on a winning team. They don't care about their teammates or success. It's all about them. They're the guys Woody Harrelson was referring to in White Men Can't Jump, when he said "You'd rather look good and lose than look bad and win".

    Yet, the media - the blatantly dishonest, biased ass-kissers they are - continued to suck up to these phonies. They sing the praises of their "greatness", and justify every single one of their selfish temper tantrums as "a sign of their competitiveness". What the hell do you think I am, stupid?

    I've seen competitiveness. It's guys like Larry Bird diving for loose balls, and getting pissed off because he has a big game but his team loses. It's guys like Kirk Gibson, going out on two bad legs in the World Series and going off on his teammates because he doesn't think they want to win as badly as he does. It's Curt Schilling, risking his career on a sutured-together bad ankle to help his team win the World Series. It's Bill Russell, wanting to win every game - whether it was the playoffs or the preseason.

    It's not throwing a temper tantrum like a five year old because they don't get THEIR stats.

    I'm tired of the whole Jerry Rice propaganda machine. Fuck him. He's one of those athletes that I can safely say I hate, regardless of what team he plays for. He's someone I don't EVER want to see as a Ram. I have no patience or respect for athletes in team sports who care more about themselves than their team.

    And you have no idea how pissed off I am that Seattle let the little crybaby get his #80. Does the name Steve Largent mean a damned thing to them? Largent was everything Rice isn't - quiet, humble, unselfish, classy, respectful. That's why I have all the respect in the world for Largent, and nothing but scorn and mockery for Jerry Rice.

    There's no I in team, but obviously there's one in Rice...


    Terrell Owens at it again: His first touchdown yesterday, he throws the ball at a sign near the end zone saying "T.O. has B.O.". The seond touchdown, he rips down one with a drawing of a rat saying "It takes one to know one", a shot at Owens for his "If it looks like a rat" comment alleging former teammate Jeff Garcia is homosexual.

    Owens' punk actions on his second touchdown earned him a 15 yard penalty, and as far as I'm concerned should earn him a fine. I'm tired of this classless asshole soiling every game with his disrespectful behavior.

    Terrell, shut the fuck up and just play the game already. We're tired of it. We're tired of your flapping mouth, we're tired of your punk behavior, we're tired of your ego. You want "respect"? Play the game, put your team first, and show respect for others. Respect is a two way street, asshole. You don't give it? Don't expect it in return.

    Labels: ,


    Sunday, October 24, 2004
     
    Halfway there
    Boston takes game two 6-2, behind six strong innings from Curt "Medical Experiment" Schilling and three big two-out hits.

    The Series resumes Tuesday night in St. Louis, with Pedro Martinez and Jeff Suppan the scheduled starters. Maddy needs two TV's, with game 3 on Fox and Jeopardy! on ABC at the same time...

    The Red Sox have gotten Boston natives to sing the National Anthem before both games in Fenway - Steven Tyler for game 1, James Taylor for game 2. If this trend continues in future World Series (local stars singing the Anthem), I can expect to be singing the National Anthem just in time for my 100th birthday.

    The last time the Tigers won (or even REACHED) a World Series, I was still that "Like A Virgin" Material Girl...

    The last time the Tigers REACHED the playoffs, people were asking "Who's That Girl" who's causing such a commotion...

    And with the overwhelming success of the Tigers over the last 17 years, I'll just be about as old as Marlene Dietrich was when I recorded "Vogue", some old woman in leather and thigh high boots more famous as the grandmother of Madonna Louise Lourdes Sherrie Veronica Esther Susan Nonnie Maria Ciccone Richie Austin Jennings McSorley, who'll just go by the name Madonna as well and be the most famous entertainer in the world...

    And since I must go by just one name, they'll be calling me "Grandmadonna".

    More poor defense from the Red Sox tonight - four more errors, including a record-tying three by third baseman Bill Mueller. Maybe it's time to quit worrying about Manny Ramirez in left field, and just play "All The Way" Mae at third instead?

    Regardless, I need to keep from celebrating just yet. Boston still needs two more, and as we know, even a 3-0 lead isn't safe anymore...

    Labels: ,


    Saturday, October 23, 2004
     
    Survival
    One step closer to Armageddon: Boston takes game one 11-9, blowing two leads (7-2 and 9-7), committing 4 errors, and yet pulling it out on a two run home run by Mark Bellhorn in the bottom of the 8th.

    Tomorrow night: Curt "Bionic Man" Schilling vs. Matt "I hate the Cubs" Morris.

    Manny Ramirez proved tonight that while money can't buy you love OR the ability to play defense, thanks to back to back errors in the top of the 8th inning to contribute to St. Louis' second comeback. They award the Gold Glove to baseball's best defensive players. Manny needs to realize this is baseball and not boxing, and the idea is NOT to be awarded with the official Robert Duran Stone Glove.

    I know he's one of the greatest offensive forces in baseball, but maybe it's time for the Red Sox to consider bringing in a defensive replacement late in the innings with a lead. They bring in Doug Mientkiewicz to play first base late in the game, even though Millar is a key part of their offense. They bring in Gabe Kapler to replace Trot Nixon in late innings, even though Nixon gives them 25-30 home runs a season when healthy.

    Well, I've done some thinking about it, and I know the perfect player to be a late inning defensive replacement for Manny. I think they'd fit right in with the mentality of these Red Sox, too - a bunch of crazy guys who call themselves "The Idiots":



    Rockford Peaches center fielder Mae Mordabito... Sure, she's not known for getting lots of rest before games, and doesn't see what's so bad about smoking during games, and she worries about her uniform flying open and her bosom flying out (who hasn't seen her bosom, though?)...

    But, can I, err, she... be any worse in left field than Manny?

    Labels: ,


     
    Ray Of Light
    Later tonight, the World Series begins. Boston is of course looking to end their 86 year drought and win the World Series for the first time since World War I. After the ALCS - the miraculous comeback, finally beating the Yankees - it should seem like a piece of cake. The key is not to relax too much or get over-confident...

    My inner "Material Girl" is telling me Boston in 5. They'll take the first two at home, lose game 3 after another poor outing by Pedro Martinez, then take the next two. St. Louis' rotation has been pitching over their heads all year, and I think they'll finally be exposed by Boston.

    Where's The Party? It'll be in Massachusetts sometime next week...

    Cheer for the Packers on Halloween. Since 1936, the outcome of the Boston/Washington Redskins' final home game before the election has forecasted the outcome of the presidental election. When the Redskins win their last pre-election home game, the incumbant party wins. When they lose, the incumbants lose.

    So, if the trend continues, a Green Bay win on the 31st should signal a Bush defeat on November 2.

    There's never been a tie, by the way. Would a tie mean that Ralph Nader will win? Or maybe even that I would win?!

    Speaking of which, I tried to get into the third and final debate. They wouldn't let me! I think I could've put both Bush and Kerry in their places, and really boost my election chances. But, they refused. Kept saying something about how "Kids will be watching" and "indecency" and "We know what you did on Letterman"...

    Damn. I think I would've done well, and made it lots of fun... Let's face it - Bush and Kerry were scared of debating me.

    Speaking of election stupidity: Voters in Arlington, TX are being asked to not wear any Dallas Cowboys clothing, and will be forced to put on a smock to cover up their clothing while voting if they do show up wearing Cowboys clothing. The reason? A $650 million initiative on the ballot that would finance a new stadium for the Cowboys. They fear that voters wearing Cowboys shirts or jerseys or hats or whatever could "sway" other voters. Ridiculous. Who in the heck goes to a polling place and changes their mind because of a shirt? They're either going to vote to finance the new stadium or not.

    You're telling me nobody's ever gone to vote while wearing a T-Shirt of the candidate they support?

    Does this mean I can't wear my Girlie Show or Drowned World Tour or Blonde Ambition T-Shirt, or my "I Have A Madonna Complex" shirt that's on it's way, if I intend to go and vote for myself?

    I should tell my father (who is opposed to the stadium proposal) to show up in a Cowboys jersey, then tell them "What are you talking about? I want to vote AGAINST it!" when they hassle him about the jersey just to see how they'd react to that...

    Thanks to Rob for fixing the Herald/Post covers post and getting the Herald cover restored. :)

    Labels: , , ,


    Wednesday, October 20, 2004
     
    Impressive Instant
    The front cover for the Boston Herald:



    The front cover for tomorrow's New York Post:



    And the back cover:

    Labels:


     
    Like A Prayer
    They were down 0-3. They were one inning away from being swept. They were left for dead...

    Now, they're going to the World Series!

    Capping an improbable comeback, the Red Sox jumped to a quick 6-0 lead with Johnny Damon's grand slam in the second inning. Derek Lowe pitched six awesome innings, and the Red Sox made history with a 10-3 lead to win the ALCS!

    No team had ever came back from 0-3 to win a series...

    The Red Sox had never won the seventh game of a seven game series...

    The Red Sox had never beaten the Yankees in a postseason series...

    ALL in the past. The comeback is complete. And they beat their nemesis in the process...

    Forcing game 7 after losing the first three: Amazing
    Winning game 7: Unbelievable
    Beating the Yankees: PRICELESS!

    Let the celebration begin.. How sweet it is!

    Labels:


    Tuesday, October 19, 2004
     
    Die Another Day
    Tomorrow night: A date with history.

    Going into this year: 25 times in Major League history, a team has lost the first three games of a 7 game playoff series. 24 times, they were eliminated in either 4 games or 5.

    The lone exception was the 1999 Mets, who forced game 6 on Robin Ventura's infamous 15th inning non-grand slam when he didn't circle the bases after going deep against Atlanta.

    That's just changed.

    The Boston Red Sox just took game 6 in New York, becoming the first team to ever force a seventh game after being down 0-3 in a baseball playoff series (In hockey, the 1942 Maple Leafs and 1975 Islanders came back to win the series after losing the first three games).

    Just the fact Boston made it this far is amazing. Everyone left them for dead after the 19-8 beating in game 3. But I've had a gut feeling since this morning - Boston's going to win this series.

    They have the momentum. They have the confidence. And after 86 years of misery, they're due...

    It couldn't happen to a more deserving team - especially considering who they'd beat.

    "Who's your daddy?", indeed!

    Labels:


    Sunday, October 17, 2004
     
    Can't Stop
    The longest running joke in internet history continues.

    Just now, Maddy called AOL to cancel her account. I've had this account since June 2000, and let's just say it isn't the first time I've called to cancel.

    Call to cancel, get two free months.

    Call to cancel, get three free months.

    This spring: Call to cancel, get SIX free months.

    So, sure enough. I call, and get two more free months.

    Number of months I've actually paid for since 2000: ONE

    And mind you, this was an account I created basically to screw around. My primary ISP at that time was Earthlink, and since fall ***1 has been SBC.

    I guess they are scared of offending a celebrity? Or, maybe, since I AM Madonna, and my record label is under the same corporate umbrella, they just figure I deserve free access forever?

    You know they'll NEVER let me cancel...

    Labels: ,


    Saturday, October 16, 2004
     
    In This Life
    It's time to take a look at a few more news stories, and some insight on a few other things:

    First off, is it just me, or does anyone else find the double-standard in media and the society annoying when it comes to entertainers who speak out about politics?

    When someone like Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Susan Sarandon, Bruce Springsteen, the Dixie Chicks or Esther Madge Veronica Louise Ciccone Ritchie - you know, those evil liberals - speak out, they're told to "shut up" and "just worry about entertaining us". They're "unqualified" to speak about politics, and need to "quit using their money and fame as a soapbox".

    BUT, when it's someone conservative like Toby Keith, Darryl Worley or Tom Selleck speaks up, they're "good, loyal, patriotic Americans" whom we should applaud and admire.

    If there is one thing I've never had patience or tolerance for, it's hypocracy and double-standards. Either it's okay for all entertainers to speak out about politics, or they all need to shut up. Picking and choosing who should be applauded for speaking up and who should be jeered just because Toby Keith's comments fit into your view, but Esther's don't, is hypocrtical bullshit. And last time I checked, I thought that was what the First Amendment was about...

    Now, I know, I know. The same First Amendment that gives Esther the right to film the video for "American Life" gives Toby Keith the same right to heil Bush. And it gives the mediots and the sedated tabloid robots the same right to bash Esther and tell Michael Moore to shut up.

    But, once again, the Right doesn't see the irony of it. They beat their chests and shout about freedom - freedom for America, bringing freedom to the Middle East - yet they won't even respect the freedom of fellow Americans. It often irks me how the ones that are the loudest and most belligerent about freedom seem to understand it the least.

    Don't get me wrong - it doesn't thrill me to read or hear the viewpoints of the Right, or hear those who still continue to support Bush's war of lies. But I respect their right to think that way, and to speak out. Freedom and respect are two-way streets - that means even if you don't like the other side's opinions, you should show them the same respect you want in return.

    The only time I've wanted to tell the mouths from the Right to shove it have been when they were bashing the Left - O'Reilley's nastiness, Limbaugh's arrogance, Toby Keith saying anyone who doesn't like his music is a "Commie heathen". In other words, it's not their views I want to see erased, it's their mean-spirited crap.

    This is something I've had a problem with for some time, but has been refueled after a recent visit to an anti-Madonna site. Now, I'm a far bigger Sherrie Austin fan than I am a Madonna fan (in fact, I have to say I was a "semi-retired" Madonna fan until June and just got back into her after being a huge fan in the 80's). So, it's not a matter of whining because "Someone has a Madonna hate site". No, what annoyed me was the entire motivation for the site was "Madonna is un-American because she moved to England and recorded 'American Life'".

    Sorry, but I wanted to hear the same, tired, old "un-American" crap, I'd turn on The O'Lielley Factor or Limbaugh.

    Needless to say, I doubt said webmaster was bothered one bit by Toby Keith's political commentary... Same old "Only conservatives can speak their mind" bullshit that has swept America since Bush stole America in 2000.

    Eric said tonight that I need to run for public office, and I don't think he was referring to the 2004 Material Campaign. He might be right, maybe it's time to throw my hat into the ring for real - though it's a little late for this election.

    Maybe I can find some wealthy liberal to help back my campaign. Hmmm... I wonder if there are any listings for "Ciccone" in Beverly Hills? Hahaha...


    Ex-Raider wanted in Siegfried & Roy shooting Ex-Oakland Raiders kicker Cole Ford is a suspect in the drive-by shooting on the home of Siegfried and Roy last month. His minivan was used in the shooting, and according to at least one witness, Ford yelled that they "need to get out of America". Whether that's because they're foreigners, or homoseuxlas - or both, I'm not sure. What is for sure is that Ford is obviously a hate-filled maniac.

    Originally, the police had filed hate crime charges, but had backed off that, convinced bias wasn't a factor in the crime. Really, now? It's obvious Ford fired on their home either because of their sexual preference, or nationality. Either one makes it a hate crime.

    Makes me wonder who the police REALLY try to protect sometimes...


    Jake Plummer gives in, removes Tillman sticker. As I'm sure anyone who even remotely follows sports knows, former Arizona Cardinal Pat Tillman was killed in the Middle East this spring. The Cardinals retired his #40, and during week 2 players on every team wore a #40 sticker on their helmets in honor of Tillman.

    Plummer, who had been close friends with Tillman since their days at Arizona State, kept his sticker. The No Fun League threatened to fine Plummer if he continued to wear it.

    He removed the sticker for a week, but last Sunday it was back. Plummer had decided the issue was too important to give up without a fight.

    Apparently, the NFL and Plummer have come to a compromise. Nonetheless, I am not thrilled over the NFL's stance in this entire situation.

    While I do not support the war, any true pacifist cares about our troops. The difference is, we want them home safe, instead of being shot at in a foreign land. The NFL's policy on "alterations" to uniforms (such as stickers or patches) was primarily put into place to prevent players from plastering corporate logos on their uniforms. Yet, the NFL decided not to budge - that they see no difference between Jim McMahon wearing an Adidas headband in the 1980's and Jake Plummer wear a #40 sticker in 2004.

    The difference is simple: McMahon was making an addition to his "uniform" for the sake of raking in sponsorhip money. Plummer was trying to honor a friend.

    While I'm pleased there is a compromise, I'm still not pleased over the NFL's stance. Sometimes there are times where allowing an exception is the right thing to do. They're concerned that making an exception would set an ugly precident. I WOULD hope the NFL would have enough brains and balls to tell Terrell Owens "No, just because Plummer was allowed to wear a #40 sticker doesn't mean you can wear a Sharpie sticker".

    The NFL's stance is about as sickening as Major League Baseball telling Keith Foulke he couldn't wear a cap with an American flag sewn on. Lighten up, already.


    Tape implicates Barry Bonds for steroids I sure hope the Bonds Bangwagon has their ears plugged good, because the voices and evidence suggesting that Bonds is a cheater and a disgrace are getting louder. According to a report from the AP, a recorded phone call between trainer Greg Anderson and Bonds allegedly has Anderson telling Bonds that these steroids are "undetectable" and can even be taken the same day as a drug test and not come up.

    Furthermore, allegedly Anderson tells Bonds that he has sources within the MLB offices (possibly Rob Manfred) and knows ahead of time the dates when Bonds will be "randomly" tested.

    Both Anderson's lawyer and Manfred deny everything, of course. However, there were comments during the 2002 Collective Bargaining negotiations that had both the players' union and the owners agreeing to put together a weak steroid policy to try to convince the fans they were taking steroids seriously, despite the fact NEITHER side cared to curb steroid use - both the owners and players were profitting too much from the fan and media attention of the home run surge.

    Nor do I find it hard to believe that baseball would want to protect it's biggest cash cow. Much like Michael jordon in the NBA, Bonds brings in too much money and has too much power, and therefore is above the rules.

    I'm sure there might be someone out there reading, thinking I'm "convicting" Bonds off one piece of evidence. But there's a string of it - his ties to BALCO, his massive power surge, the fact he gained FORTY THREE pounds of muscle between 1996 and 2000 in his mid 30's (he went from 6'0" 185 in 1995 to 6'1" 228 in 2000). The evidence against Bonds is piling, and all of it suggests Bonds is a gutless cheater who has disgraced baseball and is deficating all over the game's history.

    Bonds, and Major League Baseball should be ashamed. I know I'm ashamed, and all I am is a fan/historian of baseball. Though, if Bonds gets away with this, and passes Hank Aaron, you can remove the "fan" part. I'll be damned if I continue to support a sport that encourages and protects cheaters.

    Labels: , , , , , ,


    Friday, October 15, 2004
     
    American Life
    Today's already been weird enough, and it still has nine hours to go.

    I drag myself out of bed this morning to go down to the Social Security office. Now, across the street from the bus stop is a family planning clinic. I walk closer, half-awake, wondering why there's three dozen people outside.

    Upon getting to the corner, it's apparent why: I'm about to walk right into the middle of an anti-abortion protest, complete with graphic photos being carried around of aborted fetuses.

    Wonderful.

    I sit across the street at the bus stop, thinking of the irony of the whole thing.

    Now, typically, it's the conservatives/Republicans/Religious Right that are staunchly anti-abortion (not always, but typically). And here they are, parading around graphic photographs of aborted fetuses on a public street, literally one block over from the major street running through downtown.

    And all I could think is "Yes. You see nothing wrong with showing these photos off to the world. Probably don't even stop to think how a child might react to seeing them. Yet, how many of you were throwing a temper tantrum over something your kids may or may not have seen nine months ago?"

    In other words, does anyone see the irony of parading these photographs when I am sure many anti-abortion protesters had a conniption over Janet Jackson's breast during the Super Bowl halftime show? I mean, what could do more emotional harm to a child - Janet's boobie, or a picture of a dead fetus?

    Of course, this isn't the first time I've had issue with the conservatives and their stances.

    For instance, it's NOT okay to abort a child, but it IS okay to send YOUR children to the Middle East to die.

    It's NOT okay to abort a child, but it IS okay to cut funding for Welfare, health care, WIC and education so your child grows up hungry, sick and stupid.

    It's NOT okay to abort a child, but it IS okay to cut funding for after school programs that allow kids to have some place safe and drug-free to spend their free time.

    It's NOT okay to abort a child, but it IS okay to cut funding for the police so the cities your children grow up in aren't safe.

    I don't get it. I really don't.

    Anyway, so I waste 2 1/2 hours today just to return an extra check that arrived for October. 30 minutes on the bus there, 30 minutes in the office, an hour wait for the NEXT bus to show up, then 30 minutes heading back. No wonder people feel like they never have any time - they waste it all deal with the beaurocrats and commuting.

    This is progress?

    Labels: ,


    Wednesday, October 13, 2004
     
    I know which Madonna I am. Which Madonna are you?
    Which Madonna are you?




    I guess it IS only natural, since I've just reinvented myself as Madonna that I should be in that "Lucky Star"/"Borderline"/"Holiday" stage..

    Which means I'll probably be causing some real trouble in about six years...

    Labels: ,


    Monday, October 11, 2004
     
    Celebrity impersonating - crossing the line from funny into vicious
    While checking out Wil "Wesley" Wheaton's blog this morning, I came across this:

    http://www.wilwheaton.net/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/635

    "Based on the hate mail that's currently pouring into my inbox, someone has impersonated me on a Rodney Dangerfield website and said some pretty horrible things.

    I don't have any details, but I want to get this out RIGHT NOW: I thought Rodney Dangerfield was a brilliant comic, loved his work (especially in Caddyshack) and I mourn his passing along with everyone else.

    If someone could let me know exactly what it is I'm alleged to have said, I'd like to know so I can take a crowbar and a blowtorch to find out who did this and clear it up.

    Gnomedex report is almost done, and should be up in about two hours."

    I did dig through the comments posted at Rodney Dangerfield's website and found what fake "Wil" wrote. It was incredibly mean-spirited and cruel, and of course the expected happened - some people honestly thought the REAL Wil Wheaton wrote the comments and were not amused.

    I'm not going to post it here, because some of you may not want to read it. But they said shit that I'd have a hard time wishing upon an enemy...

    This is what I wrote in response on Wil's blog:

    This is going to sound funny, considering that I I "reinvented" myself as Madonna online back in June when it came out that she wanted to be called Esther, but here goes:

    There is a difference between screwing around online and being funny, and being vicious. While I've been "Madonna" for four months now, I've never crossed that line: I've never used "reinvention" as an excuse to post anything vicious about her or anyone else, and I've never tried to convince people that I am the real Madonna Ciccone (in fact, my blog has a disclaimer on it, saying as much).

    If someone had created a site, claiming to be Wil, and said things as a joke like "Captain Picard should've been given hair implants to make him look like a Chia Pet" and "I always dreamed of turning Data into a vacuum cleaner" and "Troi - You, me, holodeck, NOW!", it would've been hilarious. However, the way Wil's name was used was anything BUT hilarious.

    What "Wil Wheaton" did on rodney.com crosses both lines. Not only was that a sick thing to say, but doing so claiming to be Wil makes it even more disgusting. If the person who wrote that felt the need to spew such venom, he/she should've had the guts to make up a fake name, or just use their own. Writing it as "Wil Wheaton" unfairly drags Wil into the mess.

    So, take it from someone who has amused themselves by playing around with a new identity online: When it's used to spoof (ie. You want to be Esther now? Fine, I'm Madonna now!), it's cute and funny. When it's used to cause pain and manipulate people, it's not.

    Believe me, I'm not laughing at what "Wil" posted on rodney.com. I sure hope the REAL Wil gets him, and introduces him to Worf.


    I started the whole "reinvention" thing because it amused me. It wasn't to fuck with Madonna or screw with people's minds. I've never used it as an excuse to go Cartman on Madonna "Esther" Ciccone (ie. Jewish insults), nor have I used it to post nasty things so people think Ms. Ciccone is running around the internet flaming people.

    And, quite honestly, it isn't even the first time I've done something like this: I "reinvented" myself as a infamous former hockey player who was convicted for assault for actions DURING a game on another forum a couple years ago. Again, it was right there in my signature that I wasn't the real Marty McSorley, and there was a purpose to all of it. But, that's a long story for another time...

    What I do here is for my own amusement and enjoyment. I've tried to keep it tasteful and respectful, and honestly hope it would be something that Ms. Ciccone would laugh at if she ever saw (especially since we all know she's seen her share of Madonna wannabes in her life, both fans and other artists). I prefer to think of it as satire/reinvention, not identity theft, and would hope she would also see it that way (and the same with anyone else who stumbles across it).

    So, again, I'm not laughing at "Wil Wheaton". That's certainly something I don't endorse, and considering what I do, I'd hope that says something...

    I have a very nice pair of chrome heeled boots that would like to meet "Wil"... I'm sure I'm not alone. What an asshole.

    Labels: , , , ,


     
    Superman has just flown away...
    Breaking - and HEARTbreaking - news this morning:

    Christopher Reeve, the star of the "Superman" movies whose near-fatal riding accident nine years ago turned him into a worldwide advocate for spinal cord research, died Sunday of heart failure, his publicist said. He was 52.

    Reeve fell into a coma Saturday after going into cardiac arrest while at his New York home, his publicist, Wesley Combs, told The Associated Press by phone from Washington, D.C., on Sunday night.

    Reeve was being treated at Northern Westchester Hospital for a pressure wound that he developed, a common complication for people living with paralysis. In the past week, the wound had become severely infected, resulting in a serious systemic infection.

    "On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank Northern Westchester Hospital for the excellent care they provided to my husband," Dana Reeve, Christopher's wife, said in a statement. "I also want to thank his personal staff of nurses and aides, as well as the millions of fans from around the world who have supported and loved my husband over the years."


    Absolutely heartbreaking news. From the moment of his accident, I kept hoping he'd achieve his goal of being able to walk once again. And the more he progressed - needing the ventilator less, being able to speak more clearly - the more I thought it could happen. I had hoped stem cell research and other developments might be able to make a difference within his lifetime...

    Sadly, it was not to be.

    I'm deeply saddened over the news. Yet, at the same time, I'm almost relieved. He's in a place now where he's no longer in pain. And wherever he is, he's no longer bound to a wheelchair...

    Rest in peace, Superman.


    We also lost 1996 National League MVP Ken Caminiti Sunday night to a heart attack at age 41. Ken had battled alcohol and drugs throughout a good part of his career, and made headlines a couple years ago when he admitted he was using steroids heavily in the latter part of his career - which he started using in the 1996 MVP season. During that interview, he also said he was undergoing regular hormone therapy, because the steroid abuse had heavily damaged his testicles and his body was no longer producing it's own testosterone.

    Caminiti had been in and out of the legal system and rehab over the last few years of his life, once his career ended. He had hoped to get back into baseball to mentor young players, telling them to not follow in his footsteps and make the same mistakes he did. While hardly what one could call a "hero", at least he was willing to atone for his mistakes and use what he did wrong in life to teach others to not do it, too.

    May he also rest in peace. And hopefully at least one person looks at Ken Caminiti and learns from him. I'm sure that would've meant more to him than remembering him as a former MVP.

    Labels: ,


    Sunday, October 10, 2004
     
    Like A Candidate - running for the very first time


    Many years ago, Bobby Brown sang "You want somethin' done, gotta do it's yourself!"...

    Fed up with the bumbling stupidity of Dumb And Dumber - our presidental candidates, Maddy has decided to throw her black leather cap into the ring and announce her candidacy for president.

    Disgusted with the direction America has gone in under the Corporate Party (the combined Democrat/Republican parties), I've decided to do something myself to move this country toward a bright, new future.

    If elected, I will:

    End the "War On Terrorism". War doesn't destroy terrorism, it breeds it. Each bomb that drops, each missile that's launched only results in MORE people who hate America. The best defense is NOT a good offense, it's a good defense. It's time to focus on protecting ourselves, not wasting innocent people to "keep the evil ones" away.

    Besides, LOVE makes the world go 'round...

    Abolish the PATRIOT ACT. The PATRIOT ACT doesn't stop terrorists, it stops the civil rights of innocent people. It should be called the UNAMERICAN ACT, because it deficates all over the Constitution.

    Civil and equal rights for all. We'll work to end all forms of discrimination, whether it be in the workplace, or in society. No longer will gays not have the same rights as hetrosexuals, no longer will the government endorse and support a class war to oppress and cheat the poor, sick and elderly. This country is supposed to be the land of the free - and it's time for it to truly become one.

    Focus on protecting the environment. Our environment is being destroyed by multi-zillion dollar corporations who care about nothing the environment or well being of this planet. It's time for that to end. This world belongs to all of us, and it shouldn't be ruined for the sake of corporate profits. We'll also push toward finding alternative and cleaner means of fuel. Clean air, clean water and safe food should be rights, not priveledges.

    Put the focus on social programs. While America has been "showing it's strength" to the rest of the world, it's been deteriorating from within. Education is declining, streets and cities are falling apart, and more and more people are without health care and often go hungry, or find themselves in unsafe housing. We will work to bring a LIVING wage to America, not just a "minimum wage". What good are we to the rest of the world if we're in poor shape ourselves? How is it fair to expect citizens to pay taxes here while their money goes to the rest of the world?

    Which brings us to...

    Balancing the budget and LOWERING taxes. Corporate welfare? Gone, unless they want to pay their share of the taxes. Defense spending? Slashed. We have enough military might (might don't make right) to destroy the world 100 times over. Why must we continue to spend over $400,000,000,000 a year?

    American citizens pay over 6/7 of the taxes in this country, yet receive less than 1/8 of the benefits. The corporations, who pay a very minute share, receive nearly 50% of the budget in the form of benefits and corporate welfare. It's time we get what we pay for, and they get what they deserve. We should not be paying for their benefits while going without ourselves.

    Penalties against companies who outsource or move factories out of the US. These companies expect us to do business with them and help them profit, yet hurt the American economy by ditching US workers for cheap overseas labor. That needs to end. America LOST jobs under Bush, and that trend appears likely to continue under Bush or Kerry. Screwing American workers (and your potential customers) will only weaken the American economy even further.

    The end of the war on drugs. I have never used drugs in my life, but imprisonment and snooping on American citizens isn't the answer. Treatment and prevention is. And for those who choose to get wasted anyway? Prescribe the drugs to them, so they don't go around robbing people or buying/selling drugs and endangering innocent people. I am all for stricter punishment against anyone who commits a crime under the influence of a narcotic or alcohol. But otherwise, it's their body, let them mess it up - in their own space and own time.

    A FULL investigation into Bush, Cheney, Bechtel, Enron, Halliburton, et al. This includes a real investigation into 9/11. 3,000 people died, and we deserve to know the truth. We also deserve to know the truth on Bush and Cheney, their corporate pals, Iraq, and why they were given carte blanche to profit at will, while bilking Americans and endangering lives in their pursuit of money.

    Regulations against the corporations monopolizing the media. Nearly all media outlets - TV stations, radio stations, newspapers, magazines, even record labels - are under the control of a handful of giant corporations. They control what you see, read, and hear. It's time to return freedom to the press and to the people by breaking up these conglomorates, which is truly the only way to return "fair and balanced" news to America.

    Removing corporate influence from Washington. America is supposed to OF the people, BY the people, FOR THE PEOPLE. Corporations should not have a louder or stronger voice than citizens, or be granted special rights than the people don't have. They shouldn't be allowed to influence the direction of the government and the nation more than the American people, and under our administration, they won't. No more special interest money, no more buying votes, no more being held above the people that this nation truly belongs to. We will be a voice FOR the people, not Microsoft, Wal-Mart and Nike.

    My running mate is Jello Biafra, former frontman of the Dead Kennedys and an active public speaker/activist since 1987. He was nominated by the Green Party of New York in the 2000 election.

    And the rest of my cabinet, if elected:

    Chief Of Staff: Eric Hunter
    Head of Environmental Protection Agency: Sherrie Austin
    Trade Representitve: Jerry West
    Head of Office of National Drug Control Policy: Ricky Williams
    National Security Advisor: Michael Dorn
    Secretary Of Agriculture: Ophah Winfrey
    Secretary of The Interior: Michael Moore
    Secretary of Commerce: Ralph Nader
    Attorney General: John Grisham
    Secretary of Defense: Michael Cooper
    Secretary of Labor: Jimmy Hoffa Jr.
    Secretary of Education: Ken Jennings
    Secretary of State: Noam Chomsky
    Secretary of Energy: James "Scotty" Doohan
    Secretary of Transportation: Dale Earnhardt Jr.
    Secretary of Health: William "Refrigerator" Perry
    Secretary of the Treasury: Mark Cuban
    Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Mike Farrell
    HUD Secretary: Jimmy Carter

    So, go out there and Cause A Commotion! Rock The Vote! Reinvent America!

    (This message paid for by... me.)

    Labels: , , , , ,


    Tuesday, October 05, 2004
     
    In This Life
    (Must not think about ex. Must not think about ex...)

    A few things in the news recently which I'd like to give my two cents on:

    Elton John accuses Mad, err, Esther of lip-syncing: Apparently, "Sir" Elton wasn't pleased to find out that Q magazine had nominated Esther for "best live act", accusing her of lip-syncing. Honestly, I've never gotten the impression that Esther lip-syncs. However, regardless of whether it's true, he needs to point the finger at the appropriate person.

    I AM Madonna. SHE is Esther. *points* Esther. *tapping own chest* Madonna. And I don't lip-sync...

    Hell, I don't sing, period. My singing is cruel and unusual punishment. It's been known to cause permanent hearing loss and mass suicides. This is why THIS Madonna is a parody writer, not a parody singer.


    Indians' pitcher Kyle Denney shot in the leg while on team bus: There'd be nothing funny about this if he was seriously injured. Fortunately, he's okay, and I'd be lying if it wasn't amusing...

    At the time he was shot, Denney - a native of Oklahoma - was wearing a USC cheerleader outfit as part of a rookie hazing ritual, complete with white go-go boots. Denney and the doctors believe the boots may have helped prevent a serious injury, and that the leather from the boots kept the bullet from penetrating deep into his leg.

    Fortunately, he'll be alright. And it makes me feel much better about my own boot collection...


    Dolly Parton to get breast reduction: They're not real?! I would've never guessed....

    Suddenly, she's not half the woman she used to be.


    Gary Sheffield says he "unknowingly" used steriod, Barry Bonds introduced him to BALCO: The first part is about as believable as Esther reinventing herself as Elton John. I have a hard time believing Sheffield didn't know what that cream was, and what it would do. He's trying to save his ass.

    The second? Very believable. There are more people out there who believe Britney Spears is still a virgin than people who believe Bonds hasn't cheated his way to "history". And considering that BALCO was ran by his personal trainer and the Giants' team trainer, I don't find it hard to believe that Bonds was recruiting new "customers" for his pals.

    Wake up and smell the noise: The 700 home run club has been tainted, and if he reaches 756, he taints one of the greatest records in sports history. That's about as heroic as going AWOL during Vietnam, but sending thousands to their death based on blatant lies.

    Ban Bonds and strip him of all his post-steroid accomplishments.


    The media's sobbing over Bonds (and the Giants) not making the playoffs: Cheaters don't deserve to win, and I'm tired of selfish, me-first athletes winning - because when they do, they only care that THEY won, teammates be damned. Good riddance to bad rubbish.


    Cubs fall short of expectations, miss playoffs: While I like the Cubs, I've never been one for bias and candy-coating things. So, here goes:

    1. The players needed to worry about more important things (like, doing their jobs), instead of griping because the announcers were criticizing them. First off, their job is to play baseball, not worry about what Chip Caray and Steve Stone were saying. Secondly, as hard as it seems for some athletes to believe, there are announcers out there who tell it how it is (Vin Scully and the late Chick Hearn come to mind). If you play well, they praise you. If you play poorly, they'll criticize you. They don't play favorites, and they don't sugar-coat failure. Not everyone conducts themselves like Ken Harrelson and Tom Paciorek (or, now, Harrelson and Darrin Jackson).

    2. I'm deeply bothered by things like Kent Mercker thinking he needs to sit in the clubhouse during a game and make phone calls to the broadcast booth because he doesn't like what he's hearing from the announcers. Sammy Sosa going AWOL for the season finale doesn't sit well with me either. So he wasn't in the lineup? You still suit up and sit with your teammates. What happens if Baker needs a pinch-hitter?

    This kind of stuff can't happen next year. They need to put the focus on winning, not losing their cool because they aren't in the lineup or because they don't like what Caray and Stone are saying on the air.

    3. Ever occur to the likes of Mercker, Hendry, MacPhail and Baker that if they went out there and took care of business that there'd be no criticism from Steve Stone in the first place? The easiest way to silence criticism is to give them nothing to criticize you for.

    4. They need a new bullpen. Period. In today's game, with so much focus on late innings relief pitching, you can't blow 25 saves and go 19-30 in one-run games. I don't care if you're the 2004 Cubs or the 1998 Yankees. You're not going to win with that kind of performance from your relievers.

    That includes you, Kent Mercker.

    Well, maybe this will be the Red Sox year to end the curse instead. I know I'd just love to live long enough to see both teams win a World Series...

    I don't think it helps that the Cubs may have been woofed in the media this year worse than any team in history. They may have been doomed from the moment the Sports Illustrated preview issue hit the stands, complete with the "Hell Freezes Over - Cubs Win World Series" headline.

    Something tells me the Woofing Gods weren't laughing over that one.


    naScar docks Dale Earnhardt Jr. 25 points: Is there any other sport where you can be penalized from what your performance by what you say afterwards? Stupid. Just plain stupid. And it's not like he said something like "Fuck Mike Helton" or "That was a bullshit ruling" or "Why are those fuckers throwing the yellow flag now?". No, instead, caught up in the excitement, he said when asked about how he felt about his fifth win at Talledega "That don't mean shit. Daddy won ten times."

    That's worthy of taking 25 points? I suppose if he were the Vice President, he could've told someone to "Go fuck" themselves and it'd have been okay...

    I don't care if they docked Dale Earnhardt Jr. or Jeff Gordon. It's a stupid penalty. And can you imagine the controversy there will be if Junior loses the championship by less than 25 points - especially if he lost it to Gordon (who might be the most hated driver in the sport)?

    Tony Stewart can assault people but Dale can't use the s-word? There's something very wrong with this picture...

    naScar might have lost me as a fan for this. Never before have I seen a potential situation in a sport where the word "shit" could play a part in a championship chase.

    Fine him for all I care. Fine him $100,000. But docking points is just plain ridiculous.


    Mike Martz may have officially lost his mind, and the Rams are probably in for one rotten season. There's no longer any doubt that Martz IS the worst coach in the NFL, and needs to be fired as soon as possible. His bad coaching has cost them countless games the last few season, including the embarassing Super Bowl XXXVI loss to the Patriots. The biggest reason the Rams never became the dynasty people thought they'd become after 1999 is Martz.

    For this team to have a future, Martz needs to be canned.


    Rodney Dangerfield's passing: Rest in peace, Rodney. "I get no respect" may have been your routine, but you had far more respect than you'd probably ever know...


    Maybe I need to do some boot shopping to cheer myself up. Though, I'll pass on Kyle Denney's. I prefer mine with spike/stiletto heels myself.

    Labels: , , , , , , , ,


    Saturday, October 02, 2004
     
    Throwing It All Away
    A little message, to someone who threw away five damned good years of something special.

    Need I say I love you?
    Need I say I care?
    Need I say that emotions,
    Are something we don't share?
    I don't want to be sitting here,
    Trying to deceive you
    Cuz you know I know baby
    That I don't wanna go

    We can not live together
    We can not live apart
    And that's the situation
    We've known it from the start
    Every time that I look at you,
    I can see the future
    Cuz you know I know baby
    That I don't wanna go

    Just throwing it all away
    Throwing it all away
    Is there nothing that I can say,
    To make you change your mind?
    I watch the world go round & round
    And see mine turnin' upside down

    Throwing it all away

    Now who will light up your darkness?
    And who will hold your hand?
    Who will find you the answers,
    When you don't understand?
    Why should I have to be the one,
    Who has to convince you?
    Cuz you know I know baby,
    That I don't wanna go

    Then some day you'll be sorry
    Some day when you're free
    Memories will remind you,
    That our love was meant to be
    But late at night when you call my name,
    The only sound you'll hear
    Is the sound of your voice calling,
    Calling out to me

    Just throwing it all away
    Throwing it all away
    And there's nothing that I can say
    Hey......

    We're throwing it all away

    Just a throwing it all away

    Just a throwing it all away

    Labels:



    Powered by Blogger  Weblog Commenting and Trackback by HaloScan.com  Listed on BlogShares
    This Materialistic Blog was designed by Rob T. Credit for all the non-Madonna layout images and a design idea or two :) goes to the wonderful free-layout site Magitek Designs. Feel free to link to Madonna's blog! She likes attention, yes.

    DISCLAIMER: I am not really Madonna. This is all meant in good, clean, campy fun. If Madonna can reinvent herself as "Esther", then why the fuck can't I reinvent myself as Madonna!