Never gets old huehuehue

I’m pleased to see Germany win the World Cup.  Anyone who pays attention to soccer should know that this shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise, considering Germany pretty much demolished their way into World Cup qualification, and there was little reason to believe that it would have been any different throughout the tournament.  Maybe the 7-1 pownage of Brazil was a little bit surprising, but the fact that they were as good as they played, and that they actually won it all, wasn’t that big of a shocker.

But speaking of Brazil, the day before Germany iced the cake, was the ever-essential third place match.  Most cases, the third place match is completely irrelevant, nobody watches it, and the players themselves don’t even want to be in it.  But in a few instances, like this World Cup, it has meaning, because the host country is in it.  It’s the final hurrah for the host’s gallant effort to reach the top, and it’s one last opportunity for them to get what 15 other teams do not get: a chance to end their World Cup experience with a victory, instead of going home in defeat.

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The thin line that divides love from hate

I enjoy professional sports.

However, I think that I would prefer a world where professional sports ceased to exist, than to live in the world we live in now, where salaries are skyrocketing, greed is escalating, and egos are left unchecked and maniacally running rampant in every sport.

It gets worse every single year.  Every sport has a few players that think they’re bigger than everyone else, and unfortunately the right people always agree with them, and we read stories about how these people who are playing children’s games at an intensely higher level are making millions and millions of dollars, and have justifiably “earned” them.  Players buy into their own hype and make mockeries of the leagues of the sports that they’re good at, and the fans are doubly worse for buying into them as well, and justifying and encouraging such behavior.

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Mission: Camera Upgrade Recoup – intro

In the (paraphrased) words of the great Dave Hester: YUUUP.  There’s money to be made, as long as you’re willing to put forth the effort.

I just bought a new camera.  I am now excitedly anticipating its arrival, and I look forward to it being my primary equipment when I travel to conventions, baseball parks, and any other social events where having a camera might be a good idea.

My current, soon to be former camera is a Canon EOS Rebel T3 (1100D).  I have enjoyed it, I think I’ve taken a few good pictures with it, and it’s been a great introductory piece of equipment into my foray as a stereotypical Azn Guy With A Big Camera, but I think I was pining for a change.  Not that I’m some great photographer, heaven’s no, I’m the first person to deny the title of “photographer,” but I did feel that the T3 was beginning to constrict my ambitions as a person who likes to take pictures.  So I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for a potential upgrade.

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Best of the 2014 World Cup?

Man, it’s been over a day since the humiliating demoralization of Brazil has occurred, and I still can’t get enough of seeing all the clips, gifs and photographs of miserable crying Brazilians everywhere.  It never fails to bring me to a degree of laughter, and I know that this is going to be one of those things that I hold on to longer than most others, and will be able to derive enjoyment from it for a long time.

Regardless, to be perfectly honest, I can’t say that I really care about what happens from here on, as far as the World Cup is concerned.  My nationalistic reasons for watching with vested interest were dashed when South Korea jobbed like Lex Luger and Buff Bagwell getting squashed by Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire, and then the United States losing to Belgium like they were the 2004 Lakers.  I’m cool with Germany, since I’ve admired the way they play and go about their business, but really I couldn’t care less if they win it all or not.

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Why do avocados other than Hass exist?

I like to think that I make a pretty decent guacamole.  I’ve received pretty positive feedback from those people who have indulged in the guac that I’ve made in the past, and I’m typically pleased with it myself when I make small batches for the house.

Over the holiday weekend, I volunteered to bring some tortilla chips and some of my homemade guacamole to a party I went to.  Prior to the date, I went to the store to purchase ingredients for the dip, and was disappointed when I got to the produce section, and found out that every single Hass avocado available was not yet ripe.  I know there are ways and methods to accelerate the ripening process of Hass avocados, but even those typically take a day, and at the hardness of these particular avocados, probably two.  I did not have two days.

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BRAZ’OWNED HUEHUEHUEHUE

Holy Mary, mother of god, was that one of the worst ass-whoopings in the history of sport.

Like, it’s so unbelievable, that it’s really difficult for me to get my thoughts straight, and post something witty.

All I know is that I would have bet on Germany winning this game, but dear god, not by a 7-1 score.  Brazil looked vulnerable throughout every game prior to this, but they literally weren’t even trying to play a game today.

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League of Lobby, volume 5

Every now and then while playing League of Legends, you’ll have the unfortunate circumstance of getting paired up with a player or players, that simply don’t show up to play, in spite of the fact that they took the time to queue up and give the impression that they were going to play the game. Just about every LoL player on the planet has dealt with this unfortunate situation, and despite the fact that on occasion, a gallant undermanned victory does occur, most of the time, the team with the missing player(s) usually end up on the side of defeat.

In the latest volume of the League of Lobby, my friends and I were in a game in which the opposing team was missing a player; notably, the person they probably believed was going to be their tank, whose job would have been to be a walking wall of health, meant to distract, interfere, obstruct, agitate, and be a general pain in the ass. They never showed up, whether it was due to shitty internet service, or my favorite belief, that their mom had kicked in their bedroom door, and forcibly removed the player from the keyboard.

Usually, in these types of games, there’s kind of this unwritten/unspoken etiquette from the fully-staffed team, that you try and end the game as quickly and mercifully as possible; after all, it’s never fun being on the side with the AFK’er. If you’re the full team, you don’t goof off too much, you don’t spam all chat with taunts or any cocky speak, and in the likelihood you win, usually a cursory “sorry for the AFK’er” remark of some sort. The short-staffed team will make as much effort as they feel they can win, but in most cases, being a man/woman down is usually a bad obstacle that ultimately snuffs out most rallies and attempts.

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