Did You Get a Haircut?

I got 'em all cut! (badump ba!)

Spike, our fearless mascot and man's best friend, who like the founding members of TGS is wont to relieve himself in the most inappropriate places, has gotten his first haircut!

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IN OTHER NEWS...

Reese Witherspoon finally ditched that 'mo Ryan Phillippe. If she's back on the market, maybe I should get a haircut too. Devotees of TGS will recognize that the term "haircut" has multiple meanings when referring to Dave Law. (See And Now We Know... and Vegas Math below). At the end of the day, the process that I go through to groom myself is probably not that different from what our mascot Spike is subjected to.

On Sunday, I attended the Giants-Bucs game and tailgate directly after playing in my weekly mens-league soccer game (during which I got punched in the eye by the opposing keeper - fortunately my vision was not so impaired that I couldn't score on the punk in the second half and taunt him with a celebration dance in his own box). Speaking of athletic celebration dances, I feel compelled to comment on the Giants' defense celebration. After making a play, Giants defenders pantomime a basketball jump shot. What the hell does a basketball jump shot have to do with a sack? Apparently this celebration is derived from a rap video, which makes it even less relevant. I love this Giants team, but I think they should let this celebration slip through the crack in Strahan's teeth.

Finally - Happy Halloween.

Are You Ready for Some Football?

Some quick thoughts on Monday Night Football:

• The format of the broadcast is more like a talk-show than football coverage.

• I haven't watched a whole lot of MNF this year b/c I'm lame and go to sleep early, but since the G-men were playing the Cowboys last night, I pushed my bedtime back a few hours. What I saw last night disgusted me.
• What the hell was Hank Williams Jr doing in the booth? That segment sucked!
• Sideline reporters are idiots who add absolutely no value to a broadcast. If you have to have them there, they might as well be hot. Michelle Tafoya and Suzy Kohlber are not Melissa Stark and Lisa Gurrerro. And we all know what kind of mischief Melissa Stark got herself into during college.
• The whole pace of the broadcast stunk. ESPN kept broadcasting camera shots of the booth crew/sideline reporters and only cut to the field a second before the ball was snapped. Terrible timing. ESPN did an awful job with what was a great game last night. I hope that's not how all MNF broadcasts have been this year.
• Even after the cameras were squarely focussed on the field, the idiot broadcasters (as the play-by-play guy, Mike Tirico is mostly to blame for this) would continue their retarded banter and not call the friken game! Then Tirico have to catch-up with the play-by-play.
• Now that the Giants game against the Bears has been moved to Sunday night on Nov. 12th , I hope NBC can do a better job with the broadcast than ESPN. At least they only have 2 booth announcers. Unfortunately, one is Madden.
• Go Giants!

And Now We Know ...

... where Dave Law got his inspiration.

Legal Briefs

1. Season 3 of "Battlestar Galactica" started on Friday night. The writers are getting a bit preachy with hamfisted parallels to the war in Iraq (they even refer to the rebels as "insurgents"), but on the whole I give the first episode of the new season 3.5 out of 5 stars. I particularly enjoyed the internal discord among the cylons themselves. The one truly scary aspect of this season is the prospect of an infinite number of Lucy Lawless clones, none of which can act. Fortunately, the eye candy more than made up for the fact that Ms. Lawless "can't act her way out of a paper bag" (or so the saying goes).

2. Google bought YouTube for $1.65 billion. The co-founders of YouTube, Chad and Steve, must be kicking themselves for missing the Star Trek auction at Christie's by 2 days!!! I know I would be. Having all that money and not being able to buy a tribble, a tricorder or Quark's ears must be like that Twilight Zone episode where Mickey loves to read but doesn't have time until he's the last man on earth. Only then, once he's got the time, he breaks his glasses.

3. This year New Jersey banned smoking in public spaces. Also, 2 New Jersey municipalities banned beer pong from being played within city limits. Now the state wants to ban french fries. Stupid liberals - why can't they recognize my right to over-indulge?

4. Yankees suck, but blaming Joe Torre or Alex Rodriguez is extremely short-sighted.

5. Happy Columbus Day!

The OC Disorder

Well maybe I'm just obsessive - this is one of the most addictive online games I've ever played. Do not try it at work, especially if you're a football fan.

Turk (February 19, 1999 - October 2, 2006)

Yesterday was not a great day. When LT and I got home from our trip, our buddy Turk was in very bad shape. His legs were no longer strong enough to support his body. We took him to the vet, who told us there was nothing they could do aside from heavily drugging him. Even that wouldn't really make the pain go away. So we decided to let the big baby go to the "rainbow bridge."

Anyone who met Turk would tell you that he was the sweetest and gentlest dog you'd ever meet. He was sometimes goofy, a friend of Dave Law, and even a good drinking buddy.

Turk's favorite place in the world was Fort Funston, a dog park in San Francisco. The park is great - it is wide open, on cliffs overlooking the Pacific, with access to the beach below. Turk loved nothing more than just running around, smelling the smells, greeting the hundreds of dogs that go to Fort Funston each weekend. After a long run at Funston, he'd come home, plop down on the couch, and sleep away the rest of the afternoon. That was his perfect day.

Well, since being diagnosed with bone cancer last December, Fort Funston has been off limits. The danger of him running or playing too hard and breaking his leg was just too much. So Turk's life has been incomplete for the last nine and a half months. The average life expectancy for dogs with bone cancer is 2-4 months, so we were lucky to have him this long. Turk was a fighter. But he would have loved nothing more than to go for one last run at Funston. LT and I are hoping that there is a nice big dog park where he is now (aside from the 72 great dane virgins that he gets for having lived a virtuous life). Here are some shots of how we like to remember him, running at funston when his legs were stronger:





Wherever he is, we just hope that he knows that his mommy and daddy loved him to pieces. We suspect that he does...

Poolside Blogga

Final day in Palm Springs. Poolside. Drink in hand. (Lil' Thunder had her first hound at 9:54 a.m. today.) Life is good. Don't want to go home. Bought lottery ticket. Hoping.