Wednesday, February 10, 2016

My email has stepped into the wayback frat machine

Yesterday, these two messages were atop my phone's email...very kind of Dr. Sam Beckett to check in every now and again.


Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Snowy, Rainy Stock Market Blues

It's cold and snowy here in NYC. The stock market is a hot mess. Oil prices are a hot mess. My company did some layoffs two weeks ago and may not be done. And my office is literally raining b/c some construction bozos doing work on the floor above me in my building ruptured a water pipe.

I need something to make me feel better. This may do the trick:

Sunday, February 07, 2016

Super Ball Open Thread

According to legend, the Super Bowl was named by Kansas City Chiefs owner Lamar Hunt, who was inspired by his kids' infatuation with the Superball, which was first marketed in 1965. That's as good a backstory as anything, I guess.

Feel free to weigh in about today's sporting contest, or about your experiences with Superballs, in the comments below.

Saturday, February 06, 2016

The Test: Not as Hip as Black Violins . . . but Almost

This week on The Test, Stacey delivers another one of her super-hip song quizzes. She confounds special guest MJ and me for a while, but we eventually come up with the answer. See if you can beat us to the punch. You're going to need to identify the artist and/or title of each clip, and then string those clues together to figure out the overarching theme. Good luck.

Also, as a bonus, listen to Stacey's warm welcome at the end of the show to next week's special guest.


Friday, February 05, 2016

Stereotypes

I spent the week in San Antonio at my company's annual sales meeting. We call it ASM, because we're clever. I got to my house at 12:45 am this morning after flying through Chicago to get to Dulles from Texas. Could be worse, I guess, as the weather was good and my flights were on time - never a given this time of year. Just don't ask me to make any important decisions today.

My company is generally very good at production values across the board, and ASM is no exception. Our kickoff session was held in the very cool Tobin Center for the Performing Arts, and featured Soledad O'Brien telling several very provocative stories about race, class and gender to a mostly white, mostly relatively affluent audience. Check your privilege is an interesting theme for a sales conference, to be sure.

But I'm here today to hip you to the act that played before and after Ms. O'Brien. Black Violin may well be sui generis, in that I'm not aware of any other acts that feature two violins, a drummer, and a DJ.

For a moment in time, we were a hip, hip bunch of salesmen and marketers. Except for the fact that nobody really listened to the band, except for me and a handful of others. Missed opportunity for my colleagues, but I get to pretend that I'm superior. Which is nice.



Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Dear Gheorgies

Dear Gheorghies,

I'm looking for a little advice.  This Saturday at 1:30PM or so, I am dropping my dad off at the Palm Beach, FL airport.  I will then drive his car to Virginia.  Shit better have SiriusXM.
Thanks, Google, for reminding me how short the plane flight is

Really, the only deadline I have is to be somewhere local by kickoff of the big game Sunday evening.  That means I have about 29 hours to make a 13-hour drive.  Hmmm.

So, GTBers . . . what's my plan?  I'd ring up Mark or Danimal, but (a) that's presumptuous that they would be home and want to hang with me, and more importantly (b) I need to get further up the road than Florida.

Any suggestions are welcomed for a stopover.  Best towns?  Bars?  Libraries?

Shotgun's also open to any takers.  I know, don't all jump at once.

Anyway . . . that's where I'll be this weekend.  Somewhere on this map.

Arrivederci,









Whitney


Monday, February 01, 2016

The Test 34: Elitist Stuff

This week on The Test, I quiz the ladies on some highbrow shit . . . and they perform admirably. If you listen closely, you'll notice that Stacey not only invents a jazz musician, but also cracks a number of hysterical jokes that Cunningham and I completely ignore.

I have some trouble "taking stuff from my head," but the Voice of God comes to the rescue. Cunningham corrects me on-- of all things-- a sporting quotation, and I come up with an extemporaneous bonus question and then refuse to let the ladies answer it because I want to answer it myself. It's astounding that they put up with me.

Take a shot, keep score, and see if you know as much "elitist stuff" as we do.

Jerry, this one is right in your wheelhouse.