My Sick Mind

I'm trying to figure out why it's necessary for woman volleyball players to wear those skimpy outfits. I can kind of buy into the beach thing, but the men don't wear bathing suits - they wear shirts and caps. If it's the old "sex sells" routine, then maybe the woman basketball and indoor volleyball teams should wear bikinis too. Fair is fair. What annoys me are the music clips they play between points. Would we suddenly lose interest if we didn't hear six seconds of Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock and Roll?" Maybe so. I think what it demonstrates is that the Chinese have become westernized. If you didn't already figure that out from the smog and lack of human compassion, the music thing should have put the exclamation point on it for you. Maybe it's because the suits are so darned comfortable? There are an awful lot of Olympic sports that I'm clueless about. The scoring system in gymnastics is dumbfounding to the point that they ...

I bought concert tickets this week. Xavier Rudd and Umphrey's McGee. The thing that bugs me about the tickets is the "convenience fee." $23 for the ticket and $7.35 for the convenience. A 30% charge for convenience. You could inconvenience me for a lot less. Then, they want to charge me for printing the tickets at home. $2.50 to use my printer. They don't charge anything to send them to me in the mail, which costs them 42 cents. You figure that out and figure out which option I chose. The Olympics have turned ugly. Sweden's Ara Abrahamian had a disagreement with the referee and wound up with a bronze medal, which really isn't a metal, it's a coating. So, I guess he wasn't happy because he said he didn't come to China to win a bronze medal. If he did, I suppose he could have had a silver medal bronzed. So, he walked off the podium, which was easy because he wasn't very high up; took the medal off and dropped it to the floor where it lay for so...

CINCINNATI, Ohio - An Ohio man who says he doesn't trust paper money has delivered enough coins to cover half the price of a brand new pickup truck. Employees at a dealership in the Cincinnati suburb of Springdale say 70-year-old James Jones plunked down 16 coffee cans full of coins Tuesday for a new Chevrolet Silverado. Salesman David Crisswell says employees spent 90 minutes counting the collection of dimes, quarters, half-dollars and dollar coins, which covered half the $16,000 price of the pickup. Jones and his wife Betty wrote a check for the other half of the cost . He doesn't trust paper money but he expects the car dealer to trust his paper check? I guess this shows how desperate Chevy dealers are to sell those worthless Silverado's. Try taking that crap into a Toyota dealership and buying a Prius with coffee cans full of coins. Your ass is out the door to the nearest bank. I'm guessing that the bank wouldn't take his change and let the car dealer take a ...

BEIJING (AP)— One little girl had the looks. The other had the voice. So in a last-minute move demanded by one of China ’s highest officials, the two were put together for the Olympic opening ceremony, with one lip-synching “Ode to the Motherland” over the other’s singing. The real singer, 7-year-old Yang Peiyi, with her chubby face and crooked baby teeth, wasn’t good looking enough for the ceremony, its chief music director told state-owned Beijing Radio. So the pigtailed Lin Miaoke, a veteran of television ads, mouthed the words with a pixie smile for a stadium of 91,000 and a worldwide TV audience . That, combined with the phony fireworks display makes the opening ceremony kind of a sham, don't-cha-think? In a world where technology is King, it's a shame that we feel as though we have to use it. Meanwhile, we're deciding that certain people with talent aren't attractive enough to be shown on television. Is this a world we want? I may have said this before, but New...

I'm still reveling a bit in the afterglow of a very nice day on Saturday, strolling the streets and snapping photos. Thanks for your kind words and for indulging me. Just one more bit of advice. If you're visiting our fair city (I don't know what that means) and you want a cheese steak because you've been told that you need to eat one if you visit, do yourself a favor. Stay away from anything that says "Philly Cheese Steaks" unless you're in the Reading Terminal Market or at Citizen's Bank Ballpark. Then, you can visit Rick's Steaks. His ancestors invented the thing and you'd be failing yourself as a human eating consumer if you didn't stop and indulge. Forget that nonsense you hear about Geno's and Pat's. They're carpetbaggers. Go downtown or to the ballpark and get a real cheese steak. Hear me now and believe me later. Meanwhile, old John Edwards has admitted (kind of) to an affair with another woman. Shocked? Me neither. I...