Sunday, March 14, 2010

Filed Under: Golf Balls>The Zen of Collecting

To catch golf balls in the wild (I use 'catch' figuratively; I recommend that you wait until they are on the ground), first you have to be smarter than they are. Golf balls in the wild are wary, in tune to their environment and ruthless. Humans are, for the most part, complacent, out of touch with nature, and lazy. That is why golf balls find it so easy to avoid capture and roam free for years.

I have made it my life's goal to find these feral golf balls, capture them, clean them up and find them good homes. I can tell you that there are thousands of them out there. I know because Shirley and I have thousands of them temporarily living in our home as we try to find them loving homes.




The best place to find lost golf balls is, duhhhhhh!!!!!...the golf course. It is inadvisable, however, to capture a golf ball that is still in play. My advise is, when on the course, determine which way the tee is. Look that way and if you see little guys holding clubs or little golf carts zipping around, don't repatriate any golf balls that you find. Hide in the bushes (so as not to scare away the truly lost golf balls) until the golfers have gone past and then start your search.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Filed Under: Natural Disasters>Stormageddon 2010

Just two weeks after barely surviving the great Snowurricane of 2010, Shirley and I are, once again, huddled on the floor, watching House and shivering with fear as the elements howl outside the window. Foolishly, we ventured out earlier. We wanted one last Pizza Hut meal. We almost hit a downed tree on the Saw Mill Parkway  less than a mile from our apartment and things only got worse from there. It seemed that almost every street in Yonkers, Ardsley and Hartsdale was blocked with either downed trees or power lines. Driving down Central Avenue we heard an explosion and saw a shower of sparks falling from a pole. Either lightning had just struck or the wire exploded, we don't know which and we don't care. We got the hell out of there. No sense calling 911. We tried several times and it was always busy.

Our advice: order Dominos and have them deliver. Stay home, don't go out. Watch any old movies you have and pray that Snowmageddon blows itself out overnight.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Filed Under: Day 2>SOS

Report 2 from the maw of the snowurricane.

We run low on food....low on water...we can communicate now only with grunts and groans through parched lips and swollen tongues. When will help come? Before the battery of our iPhone died, we managed to spend a last plea for help to the Fusconnors.

When will they come? Dios mio! When will they come?

At least we still have our parking spot...

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Filed Under: Natural Disasters>Snowurricane of 2010

Greetings from the bowels of the great snowurricane of 2010 (snowurricane is a registered trademark of Freshie O'Fusco and cannot be used with out her expressed consent). One thing that can be said for snowurricanes is that they give you plenty of time for comtemplative pursuits like blogging.

Snowurricanes wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all the darned snow. It piles up everywhere. On the sidewalks, on the lawns, in the trees and especially on the streets. Snowurricanes turn that which we normally take for granted: parking spaces, into solid gold.


Shirley and I have been hunkered down with our stockpile of food and water, not daring to move. Our rifles are locked and loaded, we peer suspiciously over the window sills from time to time, not because of the dangerous weather conditions but because we are in mortal fear of losing our parking space.

It looks like we might be trapped in the house until the spring. Please send help!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Filed Under: Big Bang Theory>Avatar

First, let me say that I've got no beef with the Na'avi. The Na'avi prove that you can never be too thin, too tall or too blue. The Na'avi also make me realize how much I miss my prehensile tail. I highly recommend that everyone go see this movie on the biggest possible 3D screen (preferably IMAX).


But I do have a beef with Hollywood; Hollywood has never seen a movie that couldn't be improved with a couple dozen explosions. I guess I have been holding on to all this resentment since 2000 when I saw the movie Vertical Limit, one of the stupidest movies of all time. The central conceit of this movie is that a party of climbers have to rescue their friends who fell into a crevasse on K2. The first thing the rescuers think to bring is not rope, medical supplies or warm clothes. It's nitroglycerin. You know; the explosive liquid used for construction and demolition. This, of course, is just a cheap Hollywood excuse to blow things up in a story that has no need for explosions. Unfortunately, there are plenty of stories that don't need or benefit from explosions but Hollywood is so fixated on delivering maximum bang for the buck that they dare not skimp in the explosion department. The recent Sherlock Holmes remake with Robert Downey Jr. is a perfect example of a movie that could have benefited from a good story, good acting and no explosions. This was not to be. When Hollywood was done with this movie, all the intellectual charm of Sherlock Holmes had been thrown out the window and we were left with an action movie we have seen hundreds of times before...and plenty of explosions.

And that brings me to Avatar. This was truly an entertainment spectacle unlike anything I have seen before. And the shoot-em-up second half of the movie was just as visually enthralling as the first, but it was the first half of the movie, before they started blowing things up, that really wowed me.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Filed Under: Sleep Deprivation>Caffeine

I have a very bad relationship with sleep. I fall asleep like someone knocked me on the noggin with a coconut, but then around 3:30 AM, I'm up and its hard for me to get back to sleep. (Uh-oh I hear my wife rustling around in bed, as soon as she discovers me gone she is gonna yell). I've practiced sleeping all my life and still I suck at it. Maybe one of those delicious Starbucks Frappuccinos in the refrigerator will help. That reminds me of the app I am supposed to be building. In order to make my first million, I plan on building an app for the iPhone that worked something like this: it would look, on the phone, like the top of a Starbucks Frappuccino cap. With your finger you could rotate it or double click it. When the user rotated the cap, it would scroll through a list of nearby locations beneath the cap. After making a full rotation it would make that satisfying 'snap' that the cap makes when it releases the vacuum inside the bottle. If the user double clicked on the cap, it would take the user to the website of the currently selected Starbuck's store. And every time the user pushed on the cap, it would make that satisfying sound that the cap makes every time you push in the top...like a clicker.

Its a brilliant plan and would make me a lot of buck-age but it is not as easy as it seems. My first road block is that Apple wants me to pay $100 for the privilege of getting to develop apps for the iPhone. I don't think so. So I switched to the Android, the software for cell phones by Google, which is free to develop for and they give you all the tools for free. Its really cool to use. When you run the 'emulator' it pops up a virtual cell phone on your computer screen. So far all I can do is send text messages to my virtual cell phone, but at least its a start!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Filed Under: Pandemics>Spread the Word

I missed a day of blogging yesterday, so I woke up at 4:30 AM today to make up for it. Just kidding. Really, I have a hacking cough left over from the dregs of a cold which would have kept Shirley and me up if I remained in bed so I have banished myself to the living room to muse on life and write this post which I will pretend was posted yesterday. Wow! I guess 2010 is going to be a good decade for run-on sentences.

Of course, early in the New Year is all about resolutions and probably 90% of all resolutions are about losing weight. Mine are no different. The difference, I am serious! I'm going sailing with the Fuscos in a couple of weeks in the Caribbean and I have to look good in my speedo. Just kidding again, I wouldn't be caught dead in a speedo.

Only 2 more hours before I have to get up for work. Boy am I going to be cranky today. Actually I find that, although I am prone to crankiness, one night of extremely limited sleep does not affect my mood. I can still be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Quick question: does anyone know how to be a better web-surfer? I am actually terrible at it. I have my two sites: HuffingtonPost and NYTimes and after I have read them through I am at a loss. The problem is; I hate having too many choices. I never could go into a library, even if I wanted to read something. Bookstores are no better, too many choices. I hate Blockbuster. How is one supposed to chose? Supermarkets give me the heebie-jeebies. I prefer going to a bodega even though I know I will pay twice as much. And the internet is the worst offender of all! Talk about an over-whelming number of choices.

Still two more hours before I have to wake up. Boy, time sure does creep along in its petty pace. Well, I'd better go practice my surfing skills.