Category: Television

  • Tottenham: I Got My Hopes Up

    (I know that today is May 4th, and I don’t celebrate.)

    With everything going on in my life, and there is a lot, nothing awful is happening, I’m just very busy. As such, I don’t have a ton of time to sit around and watch football. This weekend especially, as me and my family were jammed packed with events. I am saying all of this because, I didn’t have time to watch Tottenham play on Sunday. Sort of…

    With all of the running around I had to do on Sunday, I didn’t think I’d be home in time to watch the match, but as luck would have it, I got home which allowed me to watch the last fifteen minutes of the game. This means that I was first shocked to see Tottenham ahead by tow goals. Then I watched Aston Villa score a goal, and the affect was that I thought Spurs were about to lose, only to actually watch Tottenham win.

    They won a match.

    They aren’t in 18th place anymore.

    I have a little hope.

    I am also aware of how much of a huge mistake “hope” is.

    I decide the best course of action was to start watching Ted Lasso again.

  • ODDS and ENDS: I Have a Substack, Ride or Die with ChatGPT, and Tottenham

    ODDS and ENDS: I Have a Substack, Ride or Die with ChatGPT, and Tottenham

    (As long as you’re groovin’, There’s always a chance…)

    Nervous writer at typewriter with giant robotic figure and drones in glowing city background
    A frightened writer types as a menacing robot looms behind him in a futuristic cityscape

    Did you know I have a Substack account? There isn’t much to it. Right now, I just republish my reviews over there. It’s got a pretty good name, “Short & Novel.” I’m not 100% sure what to do with it. Somedays I get to thinking that I might move my reviews behind a paywall, as 90% of the traffic to this blog is people looking at my reviews. See, the thought goes that I keep this page for my blog about random things, and also use it as an online CV so to speak. The Substack page ends up becoming the place where I try to personally generate some income from my reviews. I have been kicking this can of an idea around for about a year now. Still haven’t decided what to do.

    Then I had this idea that I should as ChatGPT what I should do with the “Short & Novel” site, in reference into making it a page that generates an income for me. Then I thought, I might want to try this as an experiment. You know, give people full transparency of what I am attempting to do; ChatGPT or whatever AI will manage this page, but all of the creative writing will be generated by a human, me. Such as AI would create a lists of tasks that I would need to accomplish to make the Substack grow, and I would go about creating the content and executing the tasks myself. It’s an idea…

    They’re going down this weekend. The death spiral has begun…

  • Earworm Wednesday: Woke Up with This One Preloaded in My Head

    Am I a fan of Jane’s Addiction? Yes. Do I own a Jane’s Addiction album? No. I will argue that this music fandom paradox can exist, and does exist all the time. But I don’t feel like arguing this morning.

    Not sure why, but when I woke up at 5:30am, this song was in my head. Maybe I’m a kid of the 90’s? Maybe it’s just a good song.

    Anyway… Here you go…

  • ODDS and ENDS: C’mon Rangers, Time, and Keep it Together

    (I’m just waiting on a friend…)

    I grew up in Arlington, Texas and as such I spent a lot of time watching the Texas Rangers. The ownership of that team has always sucked. Sad to find out that the owners and management are continuing the tradition of being awful.

    I am bad with time. I was supposed to spend an hour on writing this little blog post, but I am now entering my second hour of work on this. Mind you, fifty-five minutes of that first hour was looking stuff up online. Things from Texas history (due to the article above) and general curisoty of stuff, like “what are the best lights to buy for an art display in your living room?” I knew I needed to get my writing done, so I could clean up and go run my errands… But I could stop farting around. I don’t think this qualifies as procraternation… just a general laziness and… well… farting around.

    There are many thing I do for my family, but the one I have found myself doing the most this week was being the calm guy in the room. Which isn’t my natural state, as I am loud, talk too much, and can be a rather obnocious drama queen/king from time to time. But being in a family means that sometimes you have to take on different roles to get things accomplished. I think in the olden days, this would have been called “being the strong one.” What it really means is that I can’t freakout until everyone else is doing freaking out. There’s nothing major going wrong; just getting the taxes done, and the kid dealing with school.

  • ODDS and ENDS: Who Are These People?, I Have Hope Again, and NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament

    ODDS and ENDS: Who Are These People?, I Have Hope Again, and NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament

    (Of course you’re not shy…)

    I don’t spend much time on Facebook anymore, ever since my nieces and nephews told me that only old people go on that site. As I am clearly not an old person, I have stayed away from Facebook. Except for the daily check in I do, because I need to check in and see what the other old people are up to. There is a section on Facebook I generally skip over and it’s the “People You May Know” part. Today, I decided to flip though it to see if I might know any of them. And I get what the algorithm is trying to do, which is connect people to me that my other “friends” know, so inherently, most of these people I won’t know. But, going through the list, I started to play the game of “Do I know this person, because they look familiar?” I would see a face, then ask myself, did I take a class with this person in college? Or, did I do a show with this person? Or, did I work with this person? Honestly, I can’t remember anymore, which made me feel old. Which is fitting as only old people go on Facebook.

    Stupid Tottenham Hotspur on Wednesday went on beat Atlético Madrid at Tottenham. Sure, they did lose the on aggregate and are out of the Champions League now, but they won a match at home. And the whole team looked like they gave a shit. Which now means that they went out and gave all of us supports the feeling that hope was alive. That on Sunday when they face off against Nottingham Forest, another team fighting not to be relegated, that we have a Spurs team to root for. A team that doesn’t want to be embarrassed. A team that is willing to dig deep and fight to the final whistle. And just when I had written the club off, now I have to go back to caring again.

    Oh, my bracket is shot to hell. Not awful, but I did make some really bad picks. My problem with making a bracket for the tournament is that I will always pick the underdog. Sometimes it works out really well, making it look like I knew something that everyone else didn’t. Like how I picked TCU, VCU, Texas A&M, Texas, and Saint Louis. Of the first 16 games, I had picked 7 upsets. Maybe not the most logical system for picking winners, but I can’t deny who I am. I like giant killers.