Another hurricane? Are you serious. I just heard that the Mayor down there ordered a mandatory evacuation. "Gustav" is heading in that direction and seems to be pretty angry. Throwing things around at 120 mph. It's only been a little over a year since Katrina, and now they got this asshole bearing down on them. That's pretty messed up.
I just looked up what the name "Gustav" means: "staff of God." WTF. What is God's deal? Put your staff away, let these people regroup. Where is Noah when you need him ya know? Or even Steve Carell, what was that movie called where he built the ark?
Good luck New Orleans, and whoever else happens to fall in the way of this jerk off. I'll be thinking of you.
O.L.D.
Credits:
Steve Carell
Gustav
Katrina
God
New Orleans
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Not Alone
Looks like I was released by the Eagles today. Not the only one with my name looking for a job now...thats reassuring.
O.L.D.
O.L.D.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Five year plan...Pshhh
"Where do you see yourself in five years?" A job interviewer's favorite question and an interviewee's worst nightmare. Well at least this interviewee. Who really has a five year plan? Who really has a one year plan, ya know? If there is only one thing in this world that I know for sure, it's that lifes favorite pitch to throw is the old number two. You'd think that at least once in a while it would throw you the straight heat. "The high, stinky cheese," as Henry Rowengardner once called it. But nope, it is with out fail life will continue firing curveball after curveball after curverball at you. And most of the time it won't even be in the strike zone. It will just let you stand there, eager and waiting for something straight. But it won't come. Not never.
Anyway, I was asked that question today in an interview I had at a local television station. I mean I knew it was coming, I had prepared for it last night. Thought out an awesome answer, something they would want to hear, eat it right up. But then when I got to the actual interview, and the question arose, like a snake out of a basket, it got me thinking. So in the spirit of my idiocy, I decided I'm going to share with you how I would have answered the question in years past, and then end with what I came up with today. Here goes:
6th Grade:
Parents - "Where do you see yourself in five years"
Me - "Who cares?"
8th Grade:
Dad - "Where do you you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Hopefully in some chicks bed."
10th Grade:
Coach - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Starting two guard for the North Carolina Tar Heels, contemplating leaving early for the NBA."
12th Grade:
College Guidence Counselor - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Probably a recent grad of UTI working on cars in kensington or somewhere."
Sophomore in College:
Parents - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Who cares?"
Today:
News Producer - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "I hate this question, but I'm going to level with you. In five years I see myself here, hopefully not where I started. Maybe in the sports department, maybe with your job...should you decide to leave of course. Hopefully I'll have my own house, maybe have a wife and a baby boy. But honestly, we both know thats not how it will be. So why even ask that question. I mean I have goals and all, and yes I would like to reach them...but life changes often. And your ability to get through it relies greatly on your ability to adapt. And like I said earlier that's one of my strong character traits."
I mean I thought it was a money answer. He seemed to like it. So here's hoping they employ me. Because none of my other plans ever worked out...
O.L.D.
Credits:
Parents
Coach
Mr. Felice
News Producer
Anyway, I was asked that question today in an interview I had at a local television station. I mean I knew it was coming, I had prepared for it last night. Thought out an awesome answer, something they would want to hear, eat it right up. But then when I got to the actual interview, and the question arose, like a snake out of a basket, it got me thinking. So in the spirit of my idiocy, I decided I'm going to share with you how I would have answered the question in years past, and then end with what I came up with today. Here goes:
6th Grade:
Parents - "Where do you see yourself in five years"
Me - "Who cares?"
8th Grade:
Dad - "Where do you you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Hopefully in some chicks bed."
10th Grade:
Coach - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Starting two guard for the North Carolina Tar Heels, contemplating leaving early for the NBA."
12th Grade:
College Guidence Counselor - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Probably a recent grad of UTI working on cars in kensington or somewhere."
Sophomore in College:
Parents - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "Who cares?"
Today:
News Producer - "Where do you see yourself in five years?"
Me - "I hate this question, but I'm going to level with you. In five years I see myself here, hopefully not where I started. Maybe in the sports department, maybe with your job...should you decide to leave of course. Hopefully I'll have my own house, maybe have a wife and a baby boy. But honestly, we both know thats not how it will be. So why even ask that question. I mean I have goals and all, and yes I would like to reach them...but life changes often. And your ability to get through it relies greatly on your ability to adapt. And like I said earlier that's one of my strong character traits."
I mean I thought it was a money answer. He seemed to like it. So here's hoping they employ me. Because none of my other plans ever worked out...
O.L.D.
Credits:
Parents
Coach
Mr. Felice
News Producer
Thursday, August 28, 2008
HiiiIIIIiiiiii
Hello internet, nice to meet you I guess. I'm Dubb...and this is my blog.
Not really sure where to start, I've never had a blog before. Well...I did have a xanga when I was younger, listened to emo, and thought people would like to hear about my feeeeeelings...but I won't count that. And I promise you this won't be like that. Instead, I'm going to try to use this as a spin off from my former Ursinus College Grizzly sports column of the same name, just with a broader spectrum of topics. Although most will probably still deal with sports because that is just how I am.
Anyway, I'm 6'1, part Japanese, and can dunk a basketball...on a good day. My real name will stay undisclosed in case of fans with extreme obsessions :) (although anyone reading this probably already knows it anyway), but if you have any other questions about me...just ask I guess. But I'm really not that interesting.
There's really nothing on my mind at the moment...I just woke up. But as soon as something pops up, I'll be back. Now I have to go mow the lawn.
One Love, Dubb
Credits:
Dr. E
Joe Cross
Ursinus College Grizzly
Not really sure where to start, I've never had a blog before. Well...I did have a xanga when I was younger, listened to emo, and thought people would like to hear about my feeeeeelings...but I won't count that. And I promise you this won't be like that. Instead, I'm going to try to use this as a spin off from my former Ursinus College Grizzly sports column of the same name, just with a broader spectrum of topics. Although most will probably still deal with sports because that is just how I am.
Anyway, I'm 6'1, part Japanese, and can dunk a basketball...on a good day. My real name will stay undisclosed in case of fans with extreme obsessions :) (although anyone reading this probably already knows it anyway), but if you have any other questions about me...just ask I guess. But I'm really not that interesting.
There's really nothing on my mind at the moment...I just woke up. But as soon as something pops up, I'll be back. Now I have to go mow the lawn.
One Love, Dubb
Credits:
Dr. E
Joe Cross
Ursinus College Grizzly
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