via my tumblr:
Tie Domi’s total number of penalty minutes in his NHL career according to his wikipedia page, comes out to 3515 minutes. A quick Google of “3515 minutes in days” yields:
“2.44097222 days”
Two and a half days of Tie Domi’s life was spent in the penalty box.
My brother had told me this and I couldn’t believe it!
for my comeback post, i thought i’d post something absolutely necessary (”necessary”)
Have you ever bought something to eat and was excited about eating it? And then when you took your first bite, you thought to yourself, “why…why did i do this?” Well, i just took a bite out of my sandwich, and uhm, why did i do this?
I’ve never excelled at anything really. It’s never really bothered me very much, I guess as long as I was ahead of the curve. In fact, I realized it’s actually a good thing I’m not the best at anything. I came to this realization when I watching 24 because people who are really good at things are asked to do things by terrorists. Once they’re done with you, they kill you. So you see, Mr. #1 Programmer, the terrorists will never get to me. I will live longer than you will. Booyah.
Before this year, I had never been to a concert before. I’ve gone to a few free ones in parks and whatever, but not to an actual full concert. But things change and two weeks ago, I went to two in that week alone: Snow Patrol at MSG and Justin Timberlake at the Continental Airlines Arena in Jersey. Here’s a brief recap of the two:
Considering it was a really mellow kind of concert, it was one hell of a concert. The Silversun Pickups and okgo opened…I had missed Silversun but saw okgo and they were pretty good. If nothing else, the lead singer was a riot.
The actual concert was awesome. Even though it was a more sedated concert, the environment was emitting this energy. The whole theater (in MSG, where it was held) was on their feet the whole time just listening to the powerful chords coming from the speakers. The lead singer was also pretty funny, and even brought to girls up to sing the female part in “Set the Fire to the Third Bar”.
Something I found out that I totally did not know was that the band was Irish. Did you know that? You probably didn’t. Well, now you do. But yeah, I was walking into the row and turned to my sister and said, “Yo, there are Irish people at the end of our row!” She quietly turned to me with this face that kind of screamed “Uhm…you claim to be a fan?” From that moment on, almost everyone I saw walking by had some sort of green or clover on their shirts.
So I’m not sure what to say about this concert. Not because it wasn’t good (it was amazing), not because I don’t have stories (I have a few), but because it was just beyond words. For those who don’t know me, I would go as far as to say that I am probably one of the biggest fan of Justin Timberlakes who is both a male AND straight. True, there aren’t that many, but still, I’d like to claim that spot.
But anyway, the performance was just unbelievable. His singing was on point, even while dancing. And his dancing…ridiculous. Sometimes I wonder, is that a black man in a white Tenesee boy outfit? Probably, but we’ll never know.
Another startling discovery: THE MAN PLAYS THE KEYTAR! He already plays the piano and guitar and beatbozes, but the keytar? Really Justin? Who does that? Just amazing.
All in all, a couple of good concerts in one week, what else could you ask for?
I watched 300 today and am honestly not too sure what I think about it. I mean besides the sheer kickass nature of the fighting, a lot of it is pretty cheesy. I mean, there was a scene where a goat was playing a freaking clarinet or something. It was very confusing.
I must say, though, that it did portray the Spartans as just the most badass people ever. I did kind of want to fight the people I went to the movie with for glory…FOR SPARTA. Either that, or let out a loud battle cry…in the Lincoln Center AMC. That would’ve shown them. Yeah.
Anyway, that not what this post is really about. I wanted to bring something up that irked me. It was very confusing and am still pondering this subject right now.
How the hell did a guy with sword hands get so damn obese? HE HAS NO HANDS TO EAT WITH. Like, sure, I can see him hunting for food. I can even see him cutting up the food and preparing it. But what I want to know is how he is so freaking big. Maybe his fat wife has forks for hands, I don’t know. That’d be kinda cute…soulmate type stuff…his ‘lobster’ if you will. I’m just talking now. Maybe they have just a utensil-limbed family. A son with soup spoon hands. A daughter with spork feet. And you know what, he probably wishes the son had the sporks, not the daughter. And he probably cries about it.
