Protesting Barry Bonds...Moon the Moment

Bonds is one home run shy from trying the all-time home run record and two away from setting his own home run record. Its interesting to watch ESPN alternate between disdain and hero worship for Barry.The same fans that creatively taunt, belittle, and harASS Barry Bonds often fail to show proper support for their home teams. On one hand I want to watch the breaking of such an historic record BUTT it feels some what hypocritical to give the moment any more attention than it deserves. BUTT I think I have a solution. I've decided on a compromise.



Moon the moment.

Thats right folks, drop your pants and moon the TV the second after the cursed ball clears the fences. You can, at the same time, actively watch and protest the breaking of such a hollowed record by such a horrific fake. You will suffer through countless replays of the event so don't worry about missing out on the few precious moments that follow Bonds' setting a new record, you will have a better tale to tell. I mooned Barry Bonds. What a perfect metaphor that not only reflects the manner through which the steroids entered his body, but also conveys your feelings on his sullying baseball in general. If your worried about what people will think of you if you do such a thing, rather worry about what they will think about you if you don't.



Just moon it.
-Scott Cheeks McBryde

I got robbed on Thursday...twice!

The first incidence happened Thursday sometime between 9:00 & 11:45 am. Terran and I left to go run some errands and as we returned we saw that our alley facing back door was ajar. Upon further inspection he (I guess I should say he or she to be gender equal but I'll go with the odds on this one) had bent our metal door trying to kick down the locked bolt side but opted rather to kick the back door off of the hinges instead. Terran was pretty shook up as we called the police to have them send an officer to clear the house for us. The theif took a laptop computer, film camera, video camera, iPod, PDA, and about 15 DVD's and still counting. Most of those items were gifts to Terran or ones that she used often, so it hit her especially hard. The thief was too lazy to unplug the DVD player from behind the TV stand, but was gracious enough to leave several fingerprints behind. The police officer dusted the DVD player for finger prints but I wanted him to give the DVD player the whole CSI treatment, black lights, a ballistic test, DNA mapping and such, or perhaps a short montage of the robbery from the DVD player's point of view. It was interesting to hear the landlords say that someone was robbed at another duplex that they owned about two houses down from ours. It’s too soon to call it a crime wave, but maybe we are in the midst of a crime ripple. All in all we were very lucky, no one was hurt, and we have renters insurance so we should get a check for the reimbursement fairly soon.

I would be curious to hear if anyone else had the same overwhelming urge to commit insurance fraud like I was tempted to. Much like a mother gives her restless child a broken camera to play with, I finally convinced Terran to let me fill out one of the blank stolen item forms and exaggerate to my hearts content, My 90" HD plasma screen TV, Playstation 3, Solar powered Hovercar, and replica Bat Man suit (the Michael Keyton version) were also mysteriously absent from our home. Maybe they'll turn up at a local pawn shop one of these days.

As for the second time we got robbed if any of you saw the NBA finals...you know what I'm talking about. Go Mavs!

Library Sit-Com

Ok, here's a great idea that a few of the library workers came up with. A sit-com about the Library! Wouldn't that be exciting? Well maybe not exciting per-se but the name will sell it self...Check This Out. Think of all the intrigue surrounding library fines, and the romantic situations involving the personal lives of librarians. My department is a model of multi-cultral enrichment we have: Cypriotes, Nigerians, Virginians, Alabamians, Hawaiians, Louisianians, Texans, Reupublicans, Scoialists, Democrates, Procrastinators, and Obsessive-Cumpulsive Shelvers, and thousands of rats that scatter to the corners every time the lights turn on. I think we could pull it off.

Musings for the amused...

First off I would like to thank Matt McBryde for initiating this particular brand of blogness, and secondly I would also like to thank Mr. Al Gore for inventing the internet.

Random story time: So there I was, walking out of the reception hall before my sister-in-law's wedding, when I tripped on a gently slopeing porch that led straight into the parking lot. Confident that I could regain by balance, I attempted to get my legs under me by increasing my velocity, Unfortunately this only made things worse. My butt, shoulders, and head were all at the exact same height when I slammed headfirst into the door of my sister-in-law's SUV. At the time, my wife Terran and her oldest and very pregnant sister Tiffany were in the car looking on with amusement and curiosity. I popped right up off of the concrete and said, "That didn't hurt nearly as much as it looked like." They had a good laugh and told me that I had given them quit a scare, thinking that I had faked the whole thing. I saw the exact moment on Terran's face when her expression changed from bewilderment to horror as she saw my bloodied knees and the Scott-shaped hole in the side of her sister's car. Fortunately for me Tiffany chunked three aspirin and five Elmo Band-Aids my way before I could fully comprehend what had happened and we were on our way to the next stop on our wedding adventure.

The moral of the story is......uhm.......what was I saying?

-scott 8/30/2005