Let's rage.
I've been like super busy and shit with life. I'm in my last semester at Bridgewater State, I'm still interning with Calling All Crows, still living in the Castle Greyskull that is my apartment, and still party rocking with the best of them. But really, I know that no one comes here to read about my life, and I'm actually pretty sure that since I went on a 5 month hiatus, no one comes here period. So why don't we cut the crap and get down to the nitty gritty of why we're really here.
It's a brand new year, so happy 2012, by the way. With the new year, there comes a whole slew of new things, like buying that new calendar, writing "2011", or "2001", like I had originally typed, on every official document, and pretending to have a resolution for that first week in January. However, those things are all so small and unimportant compared to why I've decided to venture back to this disgusting hole of the internet. So, I'm not gonna beat around the bush anymore. Here you go. Take it, love it, cherish it.
Shit That Pisses Me Off: 2012 Edition
1) Anyone between the ages of 2-17: I don't even know where this came from, but I'm gonna assume it's all of my time spent at the mall over the past holiday season. I don't know where these kids come from, and I know I've complained about kids before, but like, seriously? Get out of my face. You're loud, obnoxious, and don't even look at me. I've officially become the grumpy old guy. Now, I'm not saying that I don't want a kid, well, not now, but eventually. I'm just saying once they're past that cute baby face, then I'm annoyed. And to the haters who will say, "Well, Chris, you were once one of those annoying kids." No, I wasn't. I'm borderline perfect.
I was a professional child.
2) People who act like the T is some sort of social gala: Look, I know I've touched on this one before, and I'll admit that sometimes I find this hilarious because I'm a wicked eavesdropper, but not everyone needs to hear your fucking conversation. Legit, I forgot my headphones one time on my commute and wanted to blow my brains out listening to people talk. I'm a pretty social person, but I don't need to hear about your misadventures, or what you're having for dinner...and Tebow help you if you eat that dinner on my train.
3) People who suck at their job: This one is fairly obvious, and a general feeling from anyone who has ever worked anywhere. But I feel that now, more than ever in my life, I cannot stand people who are terrible at their job. Especially people who get paid more than I do. If you don't know what you're doing, then you shouldn't be in a position to be telling other people how to do your job. Plain and simple. Fuck off and let me do my thing, you're an idiot.
I was going to keep going with this list, but I mean, been there done that. So instead, to take us out, as a treat to help cure my depression as I'm writing this, you get my sports takes. Here you go.
The Game That Must Not Be Named (II):
As any person with an internet connection or a TV knows, the Super Bowl happened last night. No need to dwell on the outcome, especially because if I do, I'm literally going to blow my brains out all over this library. There are, however, a few things that I feel need to be talked about, because I think we're all forgetting that the 13-3 Patriots are still the best team in the NFL hands down. Before I go on, let's just all remember this:
Yeah, there are three Lombardi Trophies on that ring. Three trophies that they won in the span of four years. The Pats' actions of late in the playoffs haven't been anything to cheer about, but let's look back at the regular seasons. 13-3 in 2011, 14-2 in 2010, 10-6 in 2009, and 11-5 in 2008 with Matt Fucking Cassel. When shit like last night happens, we all forget that they're still the powerhouse of the NFL, and each year they're getting better and destroying dreams. Did you see the Jets in the Playoffs? No. Was the Son of God Tebowing in the endzone? No. I think they nipped that in the bud.
As a huge Pats fan, I'm still on suicide watch from last night, but I can't be mad. The last time the Patriots played the Giants and Eli - who has hands-down the goofiest looking dumbass face that you just want to punch in - in the Super Bowl, the Pats lost. The Giants didn't win that game, the Patriots lost. They came in with their 18-0 swagger, already pre-gaming for the Tuesday parade. This year was different, the Giants won last night. No way around that. They made plays where the Patriots didn't.
I know Wes Welker should have caught that ball, and I know that Brady shouldn't have thrown that pick to Gronk, but Manningham shouldn't have made that catch, and the Giants defense shouldn't have held the Pats to 17 points. It was a solid team by a team that was better last night. Not for the season. Not for the decade. One night. One game. And I know that's all that really matters in the sports world, but I think that the big picture needs to be looked at.
I'm aware that this is the last thing anyone wants to talk about, but I can't let the Pats take all the heat for this. Here's to next season, and to another winning record. I'm pretty sure we can count on a parade for at least one of our sports teams this year. So let's not get greedy.
...But still, fuck the Giants.
Keep on keeping on, my lovers.
3) People who suck at their job: This one is fairly obvious, and a general feeling from anyone who has ever worked anywhere. But I feel that now, more than ever in my life, I cannot stand people who are terrible at their job. Especially people who get paid more than I do. If you don't know what you're doing, then you shouldn't be in a position to be telling other people how to do your job. Plain and simple. Fuck off and let me do my thing, you're an idiot.
I was going to keep going with this list, but I mean, been there done that. So instead, to take us out, as a treat to help cure my depression as I'm writing this, you get my sports takes. Here you go.
The Game That Must Not Be Named (II):
Yeah, there are three Lombardi Trophies on that ring. Three trophies that they won in the span of four years. The Pats' actions of late in the playoffs haven't been anything to cheer about, but let's look back at the regular seasons. 13-3 in 2011, 14-2 in 2010, 10-6 in 2009, and 11-5 in 2008 with Matt Fucking Cassel. When shit like last night happens, we all forget that they're still the powerhouse of the NFL, and each year they're getting better and destroying dreams. Did you see the Jets in the Playoffs? No. Was the Son of God Tebowing in the endzone? No. I think they nipped that in the bud.
As a huge Pats fan, I'm still on suicide watch from last night, but I can't be mad. The last time the Patriots played the Giants and Eli - who has hands-down the goofiest looking dumbass face that you just want to punch in - in the Super Bowl, the Pats lost. The Giants didn't win that game, the Patriots lost. They came in with their 18-0 swagger, already pre-gaming for the Tuesday parade. This year was different, the Giants won last night. No way around that. They made plays where the Patriots didn't.
I know Wes Welker should have caught that ball, and I know that Brady shouldn't have thrown that pick to Gronk, but Manningham shouldn't have made that catch, and the Giants defense shouldn't have held the Pats to 17 points. It was a solid team by a team that was better last night. Not for the season. Not for the decade. One night. One game. And I know that's all that really matters in the sports world, but I think that the big picture needs to be looked at.
I'm aware that this is the last thing anyone wants to talk about, but I can't let the Pats take all the heat for this. Here's to next season, and to another winning record. I'm pretty sure we can count on a parade for at least one of our sports teams this year. So let's not get greedy.
...But still, fuck the Giants.
Keep on keeping on, my lovers.
