Thursday, September 22, 2005

Things and people I am tired of:

I'm sick and tired of:

Bob Costas
Barry Bonds
Terrell Owens
Oprah
Dr. Phil
Rosie O'Donnell
Jesse Jackson
Geraldo Rivera
Ben Affleck
Any celebrity looking for charity camera time in New Orleans
The host of Survivor
Bill O'Reilly & Bill Maher
JT The Brick
The Starbucks coffee company
People with no souls (see wealthy corporate executives and Scott Peterson)

Old, tired phrases I'm ready to puke over:

resource
value-add
synergy
push back
due dilligence
deliverable
stakeholder buy-in
action item
low hanging fruit
sharpen the pencil
gourmet
couture
normalcy
gravitas
hurt feelings (as a tool for manipulation of others feelings and emotions)
irregardless (which is not a word in the English language)
very unique (which is to say something is very one of a kind ... it doesn't work!)

If the phrases and people in the lists above fell off the face of the Earth tomorrow, I suspect the world would continue to turn ... and I'd be very happy.

Friday, September 09, 2005

No use complaining about New Orleans: do what you can to help and let's move forward


I wish the finger-pointing and complaining would stop. People are using the disaster fight each other. Forget all the celebirties ... Oprah and Dr. Phil. Give me a break. All attention should be focused on helping those victims ... not just with bottles of water and blankets but with genuine concern that will lead to education, jobs and a safer place to live.

I could go on and on and on, but I won't. New Orleans is a great city of so much soul, so much music, so much culture. It needs to be rebuilt from the inside out. The healing has to begin and it begins with its heart, it's people. Okay, I'm off the soap box and onto saving all of the problems of the Oakland Raiders' offense, defense and special teams through the magic of blogging.

It's Bananas ... b-a-n-a-n-a-s ... H-a-y-w-a-r-d

I can't tell you why I like Gwen Stefani's new song "Holla Back Girl," but I do. Something about that song is very Hayward, Calif. I grew up the ole "Hay-stack," so if anyone can say anything it's me.

The song is for all red-blooded American high school girls wearing dark lipstick and looking to start a fight over someone talking shit ... and yet, it is still very Hayward. I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it's the chorus line:

"This my shit, this my shit ... gettin' everybody fired up."

If there was ever a music video made for this song (and there probably is one already) then let me humbly suggest they make it at the former Sunset High School off of A Street. The MTV Camera crews could easily recruit extras from the surrounding neighborhoods. Hell, me and most of the kids I grew up with could've guest-starred in this video at some point in our lives.

But I digress. I like the song. It's kind of like the nostalgia I feel when I watch the old Captain America cell-by-cell cartoons from the 1960s or the live action UltraMan show from the 1980s. It all comes flooding back ... chicks with slicked back hair fighting behind the gym after school. That and fish burgers during Lent.

Amen, Gwen Stefani, amen.

Same old Moss, Raiders

The more things change, the more things stay the same. Randy Moss changes teams, schemes and quarterbacks and still gets his 100+ yards, a handful of catches and a crowd-stunning touchdown. The Raiders remake their offense in the image of Al Davis' favored vertical game and add power runner Lamont Jordan ... and still kill themselves with penalties and turnovers. What a shame because the defense was actually up to the challenge. It's not the D's fault Janikowski shanked a field goal and that the offense turned the ball over right after a huge 4th down stuff.

Al Davis now uses a walker. Me thinks once old Al is finally 6-feet under the Raiders will still be racking up yellow flags galore. I wonder if he'll be rolling over in that grave, still grousing over referee conspiracy theories. Say what you will about Jon Gruden, but the man would not allow his team to complain about refs - he challenged them to simply eliminate penalties.

By contrast, pock-faced Norvall shrugs the hankies off with this: 'It's just guys trying to make an extra play.' Ahem, can't you only make one play per snap? How do you make an extra play? Well one thing is for sure: Mr. Moss and the gang will be No. 1 ... in penalties.