The man behind explodingdog is a genius. He really knows how to rock a camel down, in the words of Wesley Willis (another genius). This picture, Don't interrupt me when i am at the machine! sums up the technological society (which is exemplified by America and Japan, with Europe and parts of other countries hot on our heels) quite well, if you ask me. We can't be bothered to do anything that isn't efficient, particularly if we are engaged in the pursuit of the efficient at the time. "I spend quality time with my family, not quantity time." "I send my kids to daycare because I don't have time to look after them all day." "I go to school to develop my skill set." And so forth and so on. This will become more organized in the future (that is, I'll put something down that's more coherent and less rambling).
Good news: the Atlanta Braves were eliminated from the baseball playoffs. This is good news because I have a tendency to develop an intense dislike (just shy of hatred) for the major sports of any town I live in (a brief list: I dislike: the Atlanta Falcons, the Atlanta Braves, the Carolina Panthers, the ex-Charlotte Hornets, the Tennessee Vols and the Chattanooga Mocs; I can also feel an instense dislike for the Georgia Bulldogs developing, since I will be moving there sometime soon.) I wonder if this is somehow connected to the way that I like teams from places that I barely lived or am barely connected to (or even not at all): see Philadelphia Eagles and all the various soccer clubs I follow. But the soccer club-following from overseas thing is just wierd so perhaps that is unconnected. I suppose most of my dislike is rooted in the way that hometown sports teams tend to be covered: all that hubris and "we're going to really win it this year" analysis just doesn't cut it when you want the unending criticism that Philly fans subject their teams to.
Posted by eatingbark at October 8, 2003 10:43 AMIt's 'cause you're cynical. Smart, but cynical. Don't become Walter:
"No Walter, you're not wrong, you're just an asshole."
All that to say though: I dislike the Mocs, Vols, Hornets, etc. etc. etc. largely 'cause I hate that damn orange color and the nappy pastel blue in the hornets case.
Posted by: JosiahQ at October 8, 2003 11:11 AMSo what about the Redskins?
Posted by: your mama at October 8, 2003 5:01 PMand the terrapins?
Posted by: your mama at October 8, 2003 5:02 PMjosiah: yes. on both counts.
mom: Well, I don't dislike either of them, for sure. I probably care more about the Terrapins than the Redskins, since you're always watching them (and I suppose I should add that the Terrapins are a basketball team, not a football team). But its hard to get into the Redskins too much since they're in the same division as the Eagles.
Posted by: rob at October 8, 2003 5:11 PMwhat the heck ? you think that the braves being eliminated is good news ? are you drunk ? well no one cares about the atlantA falcons ( who are they again ? ) its all about georgia tech and uga . and for clueless ppl - the local public high school. ( i.e. - walton and pope ) i was at youth group last week and i wore my pope junior youth track sweat shirt and there was a girl who is a part of waltons marching band and she was wearing her walton sweatshirt and saw me and started chanting/cheering some walton cheer very loudly and greatly annoyed me. so there you go .
Posted by: your worst nightmare at October 8, 2003 5:17 PMI was recently berated for being a Mets fan -- my friend's argument was that all southerners should be Braves fans. Insanity!
I dislike the Vols, and the Bulldogs too, but really just because I'm a huge fan of another SEC team (Auburn). It was GLORIOUS to see AU dominate UT last weekend. I only wish I knew some UT fans so I could rub it in.
Posted by: John at October 10, 2003 12:04 PMthat is insanity... if anything, all southerners should be fans of minor league teams, since y'all weren't blessed with any decent franchises in the majors. The minor league experience is generally superior, anyways, I think.
Posted by: rob at October 10, 2003 5:44 PM