I debated for a long time about whether or not I wanted to open up and write about this today. I know that just last week I was writing about how everything was going well for me, and that the world was going to be sunshine and rainbows from here on out. But life is just not that easy when you have an inferiority complex.
I struggle a lot with self-doubt, and sometimes that’s all it takes to bring a person down. I do my best to try and cover up when I’m feeling this way . I try to use humor to keep people from noticing that I’m lost and scared and these jokes are just a cry for help and blah blah blah blah blah.
Yesterday wasn’t that bad. I actually think I did a good job at work. What I couldn’t escape though, was this constant fear that maybe I was a detriment to the people both at work and in my life. This fear was so great that I reached a full-blown hatred of myself by the time I got to the parking lot.
“So,” I thought, “maybe it would be cathartic to have a bit of a cry on the way home.” I hopped in my vehicle, put on some DMX (The Great Depression album, obviously), and tried to make water come out of my face. It didn’t go very well. All I really managed to do was obscure my vision for much of the drive home.
You can add “crying” to the list of things I’m not very good at.
I did get one tear out, though, which vastly improved my mood because I felt like Denzel Washington.
What I’m trying to say, the point I’m trying to make, is that with all the misery I put myself through every single day, nothing makes me more upset than the fact that the Los Angeles Clippers are going to play an entire NBA season with these uniforms.
They are just hideous.
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Song for after you dig into your soul to write a “Clippers have bad uniforms” joke
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Blue Jays vs. Royals – 8:07 p.m. – FS1
David Price has lost all of his career playoff starts. He’ll try to end that curse tonight against Ventura.
I love my job. That’s both jobs, by the way, but the WGME job for the purpose of this post. The newsroom has a great atmosphere, I like the people I work with, and there’s not much in a given night that I can screw up.
Now, for those of you who may not know, my position is only part-time because that’s where the entry-level job was. So when my grandmother messaged me on Facebook about a full-time sports writing opening at the Journal Tribune, I was a little torn about applying.
Journalism is a weird industry, in which things like the size of media markets makes a difference. So my current situation is: Lowest-level job at a company I really like in a decent sized market. In the hypothetical scenario that the Journal Tribune would hire me (No guarantee, because I suck at what I do) my situation would be: Job that I have a passion for in a small market with a company I may or may not like.
Because I like what I’m doing now, and the growth potential within Sinclair Broadcast Group, I feel like I would still want to stick with WGME at least through a promotion. I only wish that I had some sort of validation that this would be the right move.
I know it’s cliche to say that schools should teach life skills, but I would have appreciated a course about having a media career in college. There are a ton of factors that confuse the situation. Do you want the big job in a small market, or the small job in a big market? I know the sensible thing would be to reach out and contact a mentor from school, but sensibility isn’t the way to get easy blog topics.
For now, I’m comfortable seeing where WGME takes me, but that still means I have a major decision to make. Sinclair Broadcast Group just mailed me a packet of information about 401K options, and I have no idea what I’m doing.
I could open to any page in the book (It’s actually two books!) they sent me, and find at least four phrases I know nothing about. I’d rather gamble my retirement on sports.
I totally understand what those investing commercials are all about now. You need to hire some soulless jabroni to do this stuff for you for because no normal person wants to deal with it. Society is dumb like that.
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Was wrestling good last night?
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Angels vs. Rangers – 8:05 p.m. – ESPN
Two teams jockeying for a playoff spot decide to pit their putrid starters against each other. Weaver vs. Perez means that a lot of runs will be scored.
I thought about giving you guys a tepid take on the events in Roanoke, but something that affected me much more personally happened yesterday. I was at a desk on Twitter when I saw the report that Darryl Dawkins had died. My shift never really recovered from that point.
Dawkins retired from the NBA in 1989, so I never got to see him play live. Most of my knowledge of the man came from interviews and old basketball VHS tapes. But there was something about the man that really resonated with me.
Darryl Dawkins was just fun. He went by “Chocolate Thunder,” a nickname given to him by a man who allegedly can’t see.
Dawkins would name his dunks and claim to be from planet Lovetron. More than being a funky icon, though Darryl Dawkins literally changed the game of basketball.
The lane was widened for Wilt, the dunk outlawed for Kareem, the ball changed for Nash, and the baskets were changed for Chocolate Thunder. The first player to be drafted out of high school, Dawkins quickly earned a reputation as a rim wrecker.
And that was the thing about Darryl Dawkins. He wasn’t a just a talented big man who averaged 12 points a game. He was an alien from a funky planet who dunked a ball harder than anyone else.
And that’s why so many people love and will remember Darryl.
Good luck on your trip back to Lovetron. I’m sure your people need you.
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Dawkins fighting in the 1977 Finals
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In the words of Michael Bluth, “Anybody can get a job offer.” Well today, I am Anybody. It’s time to celebrate!
Nicknames are important to a lot of people. There have been plenty of players whose careers have been defined by their nicknames.
Every once in a while, though, there comes a time for someone to pass the torch. The nickname torch. I’m still talking about nicknames here.
Right now, I think it’s that time for The Truth. Paul Pierce needs to do his best Buddy Rogers and pass the moniker to Draymond Green, because The Truth is all he spits.
That’s all I’ve got. I just really wanted to post that Vine.
While I was freezing and alone at what seemed like the world’s least-visited mini-golf course, another Creighton grad was doing something way more important with his life.
Pat Venditte made his major league debut tonight, and he brought his newfangled style of pitching with him.
If you follow baseball, you know that all of the great pitchers (Christy Matthewson, Gaylord Perry, Warren Spahn…) pitched using one arm. That’s just good, solid fundamentals.
Mr. Venditte though, thinks he’s better than these legends. He throws with two arms, and I have a feeling the only reason he doesn’t throw with more is that he’s not Vishnu.
As you can imagine, this showboating son-of-a-gun caused a bit of a dust-up when he faced switch-hitter Blake Swihart in the 8th inning. Eventually, the situation was resolved, but that doesn’t mean we should tolerate it.
In all seriousness, though big ups to Venditte for becoming more than just “that guy who got drafted by the Yankees.” He managed to inject some excitement into a Red Sox game, which is no easy feat.
Hey, I’m not even joking this time! I saw a movie, and now it’s time to give it a review. Let’s get started.
That’s the trailer for Chappie. Looks pretty good, right? Sort of like a less racist Short Circuit mixed with Robocop and a dash of E.T. I was pretty hyped when I first saw the commercial for this film.
I loved District 9, and thought Elysium was alright, so I was looking for Neill Blomkamp to bring me back into the fanboy fold. When the early reviews were in, things weren’t looking good. I was actually going to skip this movie until Connor convinced me to form my own opinion on it.
Now, I’ll never accuse Connor of being a voice of reason, but he works as a voice of new experiences. With that being said, I’m going to count this sentence as a spoiler warning. If you just want a score, scroll down. I’m sure future me will put it in bold.
The reality is that this movie is pretty dumb. It’s hard to believe that some of these characters are scientists or engineers or even able to put on pants. The whole movie will have you wanting to scream at the screen, “Hey guys, there’s like one thing you can do to make this whole situation go away!”
But let’s get into what this movie does well first. It looks amazing. Just like in his last two films, Blomkamp shows that he knows how to get the most out of his effects. The CGI on Chappie is some of the best I’ve ever seen. I actually leaned over to Connor during the movie just so I could have it confirmed that Chappie wasn’t really there.
The action was also really good. Despite all the chaos, it was never shot in a way that made things too confusing. The music also did a great job of making everything feel epic.
And, as with all Blomkamp films, the general idea was really interesting. This man excels in creating worlds (dystopian, South African worlds) and coming up for story concepts within those worlds.
The execution, however, is where the problems start to creep in. Not a single character can go through this movie without making an unrealistically stupid decision. I know Connor gives me a lot of flak for caring too much, but I believe that if you’re telling a story, everything within the story should make sense in context.
So let’s break down some stupid character moments.
First there’s Michelle Bradley, CEO of a company that makes police robots. One day, her best engineer walks into her office, and is all like, “Hey, I just created artificial intelligence. We should probably test and try to sell this.” Which is a reasonable thing to tell your boss, but Bradley’s not hearing it. She says, “Look man, that sounds like a lot of paperwork. I’m not interested in the fact you can make sentient robots. Get out of my office!”
Really some brilliant CEOing there.
Then there’s Deon Wilson, the man who made Chappie. He created a computer program for consciousness, but when Chappie wants to upload his consciousness into a new body, Deon balks. He actually tells Chappie that, “Computers can’t understand consciousness.”
Said engineering genius is even less so when he discovers that Hugh Jackman is the bad guy. He literally doesn’t tell anyone that Jackman is evil. It’s pretty silly.
Speaking of silly, we have the lovable gangsters. Die Antwoord actually did a pretty good job for not being actors.
There characters get a pass because they were actually supposed to be dumb. It doesn’t explain why they keep letting Deon hang out in their base, though.
Chappie gets a pass too, since he’s basically a kid. It’s still frustrating when he discovers a way to upload consciousness and only tells people when it’s convenient.
The man who really takes the cake, though, is Hugh Jackman’s Vincent Moore. While Deon was having success with his little robots, Vincent (at the same company!) was having trouble with his robot that was too big and had too many guns. He talked to the CEO and she said, “It’s too big and has too many guns.” He talked to the police department and they said, “It’s too big and has too many guns.” But Moore never talks to the interested (It was said in the opening of the movie.) U.S. or Chinese military.
He just flips the evil switch and tries to steal Deon’s shine. There’s even a scene where he pulls a gun on Deon in a crowded office and everyone thinks it’s a prank. Pam must be working in HR.
Moore has no motivation, but that’s just a symptom of a larger problem.
Neill Blomkamp is a man with great ideas, but he has problems executing. I have no idea what that kind of existence is like, but I’m sure it sucks.
Hopefully he can bounce back with his next film. I’d hate to see him follow M. Night Shyamalan’s career arc.