My Sick Mind

It’s dangerous, I know, but I have been doing some thinking about that mine disaster in Huntington, Utah, which seems to grow worse by the day. Several attempts to find the trapped miners have failed. On Friday, the rescuers themselves were trapped and three were killed. The cave-in that killed the rescuers was believed to be caused by what seismologists call a "mountain bump," in which shifting ground forces chunks of rock from the walls. Seismologists say such a bump caused the August 6 cave-in that trapped the six men more than 3 miles inside the central Utah mine . Three miles. Think about something that is three miles away and imagine a hole in the ground that deep. In the planetary sense, it’s a pock mark, but in human terms it is massive. There are three things in life that you have to respect: The Ocean, anything beneath the Earth and Jäegermeister. Any one of them can kill you. The earth heaves and shakes, and if you’re under it chipping anthracite when it happens, ...

BRIDGEPORT, Conn. (AP) - Jose Offerman was having a pretty good summer. Then in a flash, things went flying out of control. Looking for a last chance in the majors, the two-time All-Star turned violent at a minor league game Tuesday night. Hit by a fastball, Offerman charged the mound with his bat and swung at least twice, striking the opposing pitcher and catcher. Offerman, playing for the Long Island Ducks, was arrested on assault charges. The independent Atlantic League suspended him indefinitely Wednesday and expected to make a final decision by the end of the week. City police, providing security during the game, arrested Offerman. He was charged with two counts of second-degree assault. Offerman posted $10,000 bond and is due in Bridgeport Superior Court August 23. I guess “Duck” would have been good advice for Matt Beech, the pitcher whom Offerman hit. The thing that struck me [pun intended] about this story was that assault charges were filed against him. Correct me if I’m wron...

Geez, like I don't get enough of this crap on TV. I'm in the middle of talking to two hot girls, and Bloggus Interruptus pops up with the "Restart" window. Screw you, buddy - you're Blog Blocking, big time. If I wanted to re-start, I'd re-start. Then, I'm watching TV, and up comes the icon on the screen, telling me what's on next. I really don't care what's on next. I care about what's on now . Then, when the commercial break comes, they tell me what's on next - again. Not only do they have to hype up their next show, but they have to do it with moveable images that take up a quarter of the screen. Can I watch the show? Imagine you're reading a book [a stretch, I know for the TV types] and someone waves a piece of paper in your face and says, "Read this!" Would you be irritated that somebody interrupted your book? Sure, you would. So, why do we stand for it when we're watching television? They don't interrupt the ...

I know what you’re asking. What are Anthony’s favorite TV shows? I knew it. I used to watch more TV than I do now, which is ironic since I’m paying for it now, and I watched more when it was free. There’s so much crap and nonsense on TV that, frankly I’d rather be blogging. Here are some can’t miss shows: American Chopper – I was on this bandwagon from day one, but got a little burned-out on it last year. I took some time away and now that it’s on Hi-Def, the bickering is as clear as ever. I have a lot of respect for the Teutel’s and what they have accomplished, and even though I don’t ride a motorbike, the ones they build are amazing. They’ve gone from a little shop in Montgomery, NY to TV stars. They’ve built quite a little empire. My Name is Earl – Season three is coming, and I can feel the show slipping a little. I’m hoping they can inject some life into the plot line to keep me interested. I’m still with ya, though. The Office – I was late to the party with this one, ...

"If he can pipe rats pie-eyed, I guess I can sober." - Jerry "Curly" Howard A while ago, the good folks at Nikon gave 200 people in Georgetown, South Carolina new D40's and turned them loose on society to take pictures. The idea was to prove that anyone could take great pictures with the D40. Chances are, almost all of them were sober and operated during the daylight when things could be seen and understood. In my case, it was between midnight and 2am last Wednesday morning, I was drunk on a combination of SoCo and cranberry and Long Island Iced Tea and I had never used a D40 before. To make matters worse, I had no tripod and it was dark. Still, I managed to snap off a few decent photos, proving Nikon's point. I hereby volunteer myself to the marketing people at Nikon to give me a D40, get me stone drunk and turn me loose on Philadelphia. Next time, I'll need a tripod. The target area is Logan Circle, outside of The Four Seasons hotel where my friend...

George: What's that? Jerry: Oh, it's Risk. It's a game of world domination being played by two guys who can barely run their own lives. - Seinfeld , The Label Maker, 1995 Wake the kids, phone the neighbors – it’s time once again for the annual ritual that sports geeks across America call Fantasy Football. Fantasy football isn’t exactly a game of world domination, but to hear the participants talk about it, you’d think it was. And, we do hear them talk. The only thing that makes it less annoying than overhearing a cell phone conversation is that the rambling about their fantasy team only goes on for 9 months of the year. Believe it or not, it started in 1962 in Oakland, California. Now, it has riddled the countryside and for some (like me), it has ruined the game of football. It’s the reason for the scrolling player updates on TV and the obsession over numbers of minor players and over-emphasis on offense. And God forbid their fantasy Quarterback is playing against their ho...

I noticed that someone from Colorado State University ran across my post about the hurricane forecasters after Google searching William Gray, who heads up a hurricane research team at Colorado State University. Things like that really make my day. I'm funny like that. Last Tuesday, I noticed that someone at work Googled my name and came across the blog. I was off work that day, so it stood out like a sore thumb. That's strange, since anyone at work who wants to know anything about me could ... um ... walk downstairs and ask. Who's Googling me at work? [I wonder quietly to myself]. It's 100 degrees in Tulsa, Oklahoma; where they are playing the PGA Tournament. Men in polyester shirts and slacks out in the hot sun. There must be a rule that says men are not allowed to wear shorts during their tournaments. I'm going to believe that there is, because if there isn't, then the whole bunch of them are dumbasses. Who willingly wears long pants when the temperature ...