Rambling Rhodes

Movie Review

This movie sucks. Turned it off after 30 minutes. You can not maintain a joke like that through an entire movie.

And to all the critics who hailed it as work of comedic genius? Ya'll can go eat a cock.

That is all.

Got Golf

One of the great mistakes I’ve made multiple times in the past was to tell people I golf on occasion. If you would ever like to be surprised by a gift ever again in your life, you must resist the urge to admit to golfing, ever.

I really don’t know what it is about telling people you golf, but I can guarantee you, if you tell someone you golf, you can expect all future gifts from that person to somehow be associated with golfing.

When I mentioned I occasionally golf to my girlfriend’s family four years ago, I had no idea what I had unintentionally set into motion, but come Christmas that first year, I was given more golfing stuff than I honestly knew what to do with.

I was given a little cooler that hooks on to a golf bag for carrying around beverages. I was given golf tees, and golf balls, and a golf towel. Seeing me surrounded by my Christmas loot that year, people would no doubt have thought I was actually good at golf or something, or at least that I play golf a whole lot, when in fact I may get out less than 10 times a season.

In the time that’s passed since then, I been given even more golf balls and golf tees. I’ve received a golf mug, a golf glove, a golf shirt, and a golf beer koozie. Additionally, I’m always asked how my golf game is going, who I golf with, and what my favorite local golf course may be. The answers, in order, are: it’s terrible, whoever will put up with me, and whatever course is easiest.

I can think of no other hobby or pastime that can generate as much predictable gift-giving as golf. For example, I’m also interested in jiu-jitsu, but I have yet—in the last two years of participating in jiu-jitsu classes two to three times a week—to receive a jiu-jitsu related gift, yet the golf stuff keeps pouring in.

Granted, I imagine it’s difficult to find jiu-jitsu related gifts. Whereas golf stores and gift shops are in abundant supply, you can’t just stroll into Jiu-Jitsu -R- Us or Jiu-Jitsu World. I understand that.

Still, I have to wonder how to shut off the golf gift button now that I possess more golf equipment than most golf pro shops. How do I un-register for golf gifts? Are there forms to fill out? Is there a government agency that handles such a process?

I know, I know, as problems rate, this isn’t one very high on the list, but I can’t help but wonder how different my life would be if, instead of saying I golf occasionally, I had said something along the lines of “I really love cash,” or “My primary hobby is collecting cash,” or “Hey, do you have any spare cash you could give me?” If I had simply made that one little life change, my home office would consist of stacks upon stacks of cash, rather than 800 golf tees, 500 golf balls and countless other golf paraphernalia.

So, in conclusion, unless you really enjoy golf and play quite often, don’t tell the gift-giving people in your life that you golf. I won’t be held responsible for what happens if you test this warning I’m offering up to you, free of charge.

Which reminds me. . . do you have any cash you could give me?

ThunderJournal-versary

I've been royally sick this week, hence the non-existent posting, but I would like to note today represents the fifth anniversary of this here ThunderJournal. It was actually started in Februray of 2002, but it wasn't until today in 2002 that my then-officemate, Jen, set me up with an actual working template.

That was back in my Blogspot days. I've been posting fairly regularly ever since, particularly since being moved over to this mu.nu domain, which took place in March of 2004, at which point I became able to post pictures of my own ass, which was my own personal springboard to Internet fame, such as it is.

Think Outside The Box

I just saw this on the Rochester Post-Bulletin Web site, and it literally made me laugh myself to near unconsciousness. Am I the only person who thinks in warped ways like this?