Tuesday, July 22, 2014

This Day in Gheorghe

Five years ago, in this very space, something awesome:


No idea who wrote that post, but it's a dandy. 

And, yes, we're down to repeating content that happens to have fallen on the same day of the year as the day in which we need filler.

It's also OBFT Week, so there's a little bit of an excuse. A very little bit.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Public Service Announcement

Confused by the dizzying variety of weed at your local dispensary? Tired of wondering whether you scored a mellowing indica or a mood-raising sativa? Frustrated that you don't really know what Maui Waui actually means? Thanks to the good people of Leafly.com, your worries are over.

Leafly's infographic allows users to search by name to determine where on the buzz continuum a particular strain falls. Corleone Kush, for example, is an indica, and "a potent strain of cannabis known for its strong pain relief properties and citrus and incense aroma". On the other end of the scale, OCD "is a strain native to Seattle that, as its name suggests, is great for high energy pursuits." I will assume that the pun is unintended.


You can check out the interactive tool here. Obviously, this is purely for entertainment purposes.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Xmas Idea

Never to early to think about Xmas gifts, so I present you with something that is retro-chic that will be a real conversation topic at the next summer BBQ you attend.

Behold the New Guinea Penis Sheath. This one appears to be the Pedro Guerrero size.


Just Schwingin'

When in Switzerland...


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Watch your back, rob

Perhaps rob headed off to Switzerland to avoid this gentleman. Seriously, that appears to be an honest to goodness website.




Monday, July 14, 2014

This might be a first...

Here is G:TB favorite Action Bronson not letting the need to use the bathroom disrupt his performance:

 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Let's Run It Back

I don't think there's much argument that this year's World Cup has been great fun from a fan's perspective. From the great stories and moments of the Group Stage, like Costa Rica's terrific run, or Tim Cahill's bolt of lightning that served as Australia's highlight, or John Brooks' life-defining chance to the sublime play of the Germans, Tim Howard's magnificence, the gut-wrenching penalty kick shootouts, and the grinding tension of the knockout rounds, it's been a brilliant display on the world's largest stage.

The only thing that would've been better is actually being there.

So next summer, I'm doing something about that. Canada hosts the 2015 Women's World Cup, and I'm packing up the family truckster and headed north. It may lack Brazil's samba sensibility, only 24 teams will participate, and the stage won't be as large as the one Germany and Argentina take this afternoon, for one 10 year-old girl and her Dad, it might as well be.

A few months ago, my daughter got to meet her idol, Washington Spirit and Canadian National Team midfielder Diana Matheson. My shy kid, who'd be perfectly happy not saying another word if she didn't have to, lit up like a Christmas tree, and told the diminutive Matheson that she was attending the Women's World Cup. So I guess we're pot committed.

My wife has accused me in times past of being a poor planner. As in, I don't plan. So let this post serve as a marker. I've gone public with the fact that we're going to Canada, so if it doesn't happen, I've opened myself to mockery. Of an entirely new sort.

The draw for the 2015 Women's World Cup doesn't take place until December, so we're going to have to wait at least a little while to firm up our arrangements. Matches will be played in Edmonton, Vancouver, Winnipeg, Ottawa, Montreal, and Moncton. (One of these is not like the others.) Our only hard and fast guideline is that we need to see at least one match played by Canada and one by the United States. Oh, and apparently I need to buy my daughter a Canada jersey, since Diana Matheson told her she needed one.

I spent eight days in Atlanta attending the 1996 Olympics. It ranks among the top sporting memories of my life. And I saw two matches in RFK when the U.S. hosted the men's World Cup in 1994. Both of those were all about me. This time I get to experience something on the grand sporting stage with my family, and I'm entirely too excited about that. Messi and Mueller and Robben and Rodriguez and Neymar get replaced by Morgan and Wambach and Marta and Sinclair and Sawa. And Matheson.

I think I'm gonna need a travel agent.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

I Wanna Be Sedated

The final surviving member of the Ramones passed away yesterday. Hope heaven is a lot like Rockaway Beach.