Is I.C. Wiener there?
New nekkid Stations of the Cross in Middle Earth, er, New Zealand.
From A Saintly Salmagundi. I've been checking out the Catholic Blog Award winners recently, if you didn't notice.
And this comes after having a bunch of problems in 2003 with my all-in-one printer. First, it died, and the tech guy said they can't handle printing post card. They did replace my unit, but the fax machine requires a 2-pin phone cord. Have you ever tried to buy a 2-pin phone cord?
Doing some research, I found out that these companies will make the same product for the big stores, not just Wal Mart and Target but also Best Buy and CompUSA, that they make for business clients and small computer shops, but the big-store units were usually rush-made to fill big orders. They're assembled in places like Guatemala, made out of whatever parts they were able to buy, to rush 60,000 monitors to Best Buy, or whatever.
But I still don't understand sports. Going to games can be fun, even if you don't usually watch the particular sport you are attending, for the above reasons. And parties can be fun, because they are scaled-back versions of going to the game. But how many people sat home in groups of one or two or three, absorbed in the Super Bowl, qua game? And how many of those people, even ones who don't live near a football team, talk about how "they" won or lost and let it affect their day? I won't even bring up the yahoos that trash whole cities now and then.
Now, it must be genetic, because this craziness goes as far back as the Nika Riots, and even further. I must be lacking the gene, because I don't even understand it. I don't like mushrooms, but I can intellectually comprehend why some people do. I can't say that for sports fanaticism.
I would be more inclined to be passionate about sports if the teams were meaningful. Even if you live in a team's city, the players change so much, who cares? Even the uniforms get make-overs every ten years. How can you get attached? Teams should:
Because as it stands now, it seems pointless to me.