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Sunday, September 28, 2008

iRawk...therefore iPod!

iQuiz you Edition


OK. Smaht guy. Multiple Choice:
From whom do I have more Five (5 *****) Star songs:

a. the Beatles
b. Bill Hicks
c. David Bowie
d. Johnny Cash

Extra Credit Question:
Who is your most 5-Star Artist (by song)?

'namaste...
THE SMOKING PUCK!

September 28, 2008
By Rev. Sully

Predetermination in the Pre-Season?
aka: What is Fate & Free Will when strapped onto Time's Arrow, anyway...


OK. Here's a Screwball pitched from the Mound of Life...quasi-Boston Sports Culture reference for those with Beans For Brains.
I'm getting my "Kilgore Trout" on right here. My Billy Pilgrim.
The Future Already Happened. We Just Haven't Caught Up with that Future Moment Yet. So what is Free Will and what is Choice in the face of Predetermination? It's not as though we don't choose to do something...we can only choose to do that something. But iDigress...I've read too much Vonnegut in Life.

Determination though is different than it prefixed counterpoint Predetermination.
Hustle to get the Puck in the Corner...that's Determination. Also the Sound Board makes when the Puck is checked out of possession. Determination...it takes to keep your eye on the Puck when you got a crowd in front of your net. You lose yourself in the Moment, the Now. Seeing through & past the bodies crowded at the Crease all trying to make an opening. Forget Time's Arrow...Think About the Smoking PUCK. Literally...that Puck is smoking when shot from a distance with enough "mustard" on it. I'm a Born-Again Goalie. I Know Firsthand that you still feel that frozen, ballistic puck through all that equipment.

How does predetermination make the Bruins chances with Boston Consistency & Expectations?
I'll Tell You What Happened This Season: They'll win some, they'll lose some. They'll Pass the Puck, they'll Shoot the Puck, they'll Save the Puck. There Will Be Line Changes and Lines for the Beerstand & Restroom. This is Dharma. This is the Truth. This is Hockey in Boston. Now is the Time. This Moment. And Try going to a game. Get the Cheapest Seats You Can. Fill the Balcony. Take it all in. If you thought the locals were "mad" at Fenway, then you haven't see the Bruins' Gallery Gawds who are truly "gonzo". Come to a game. Look for me...Bald & Bold in Black & Gold.

In the Future, we as Humans can Count on Two Things. The Sun Will Rise (whether we can see Sol due to a haze of hydocarbons really is up to us as caretakers of Creation...have we forgotten Our Mission)...
But the Sun will rise and we will one day pass on. We have little control over the "ripe old age" part but it's "happy" for a realized life. This part is When Time's Arrow Finds It's Mark. We as humans realize that Time's Arrow was shot by the cruel mistress of the hunt Artemis. So lets shoot a Smoking Puck at a Goalie in honor of actor Paul Newman who passed away at the ripe old age of 83. Sure we want more but damn...Newman starred in the hockey cult classic "Slap Shot" in 1977 as player/coach Reggie Dunlop. "Never Again Play 'Lady of Spain'!"


Long Live the Hud. Thank you, Paul Newman for years of great movies and some pretty good salad dressings too.

Did the Bruins already win the Stanley Cup this Year? As the Beatles said, "Only Tomorrow Knows". The fun is getting there...the emotions in the moment. The action of the play; the Deke, the One-Timer, the wraparound, the penalty shot, the Gordie Howe Hattrick...the thump of the boards, the roar of the crowd, the pipes of the organ. There's one thing we an all learn in life and that is We Cannot Predetermine Entertainment. So...who wants to go to a Game this year? If it's a weekend, then I'm your huckleberry. Slainte!

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

101 Things That Should Not Exist:

52. More Anti-American Behavior: Yankees Fan Ejected for Going to the Bathroom During the 7th Inning Stretch Singing of God Bless America. Wow! That's the Yankees for ya, eh? ^_~ But remember: there are three sides to every story. Your side, their side & the truth...

53. The Price of A Loaf A' Bread, A Dozen Eggs and a Stick o' Buttah:
The Infamous Chicago Boys of Finance & World Economy once reasoned that a country's dollar value can be fairly judged by its price of eggs at market. Sure...if you want the cheap stuff it'll come in a little under $6.00.

54. Fear of the Dark. Or what could be in the Dark is what we're truly scared of...I am the man who walks alone but iDigress...

55. Private gains but social losses? The Government bailing out Wall Street Greed. Didn't Karl Marx say something akin to true socialism working once capitalism has run its natural course? This sounds very close to Plank #5...yikes! C'mon...$700 Billion taxpayer dollars for WHOM??? And Hurrican Katrina victims in New Orleans 3 years later are still screwed...

Sunday, September 21, 2008

I dunno what Yoda would say...but I know what Willie Nelson would say.

Willie's grandpa was half-Irish, half-Cherokee and his wife, Willie's grandma was 3/4 Cherokee...or as they called themselves the "Tsalagi".

Willie told me a Tsalagi story of much meaningfulness and candor. Of metaphor. Of ancient wisdom...

But I must admit I am a Dog Person. And I can handle two dogs...

The Tsalagi believed that within each person was a battle between two wolves. Sitting with his grandson, a gradfather explained that one of the wolves was evil and driven by anger, envy, regret, ego, and the worship of war.
The other wolf was good, and was driven by love, hope, compassion, and the promise of peace.
Thinking about the wolves already growing within him, the boy asked, "Grandfather, which wolf wins?'

And the old man replied, "The one you feed."


When it comes to our Ying & Yang...is it a fight to be won? Or an equalibrium to be maintained...a precious balance. Being too good leads to a greater fall. Being angry all the time leads to isolation...

'namaste...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Sully says, "If I say "don't forgive" it's only because I mean it. I think there is evil in the world. And Bad People. "

Don't emulate what you disdain. There may be evil in the world, but "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" isn't going to improve the situation. Pity and forgive your enemies, for succuming to the illusion of hatred is a great misfortune. If we must fight, we should fight with the same solomn demeanor we would wear to a funeral.

What would Yoda say?

Monday, September 15, 2008

BATMAN R.I.P...


FINAL CRISIS cover issue #5


Ahem...here ye here ye...

Aw heck.

Batman is gonna die.

I needed not to spoil it. But to keep you cool. Well...someone will be the Batman. Sure.

But Batman is changing.

Probably only to be fixed in the next CRISIS...but I thought this was the FINAL CRISIS.
I'm getting a headache.

You needed to know. You need to tell someone, "hey, did you know they're killing off Batman"???

Well...I'm going to bed.

I've now started thinking of what would Batman's absolulte final, dying words would be...a smile creeps across his cowl as if he's remembered something and he says, "hey, tell Clark..."...::insert death rattle here::...aagghhhhhh.............

That's my prediction. Maybe. I've been wrong before, I'll be wrong again.

'namaste...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Don't Ever Forget...And Don't Forgive Either

(ed note: my muse for this year's piece was the tone of the GOP Vice Presidential candiate Sarah Palin's nomiation speech about not fearing victory in Iraq & Afghanistan also was fueled by a six-pack of Miller Lite tall boys drank within an hour & a half...I recall the opening lines of Homer's the Iliad "ANGER!!! Be now your song muse, Achilles rage, doomed & ruinous that sent so many men to the Undergloom...". I'm not picking a political side here...I was inspired by words of "fight", "victory" and of the whole general mish-mash. -eo's)

I've changed a lot. Maybe? No...I'm the Same Boy You've Always Known.

If I say "don't forgive" it's only because I mean it. I think there is evil in the world. And Bad People.

Sometimes I think I'm a Bad Person. Things I've done. Things I've Said. Things I've Hated. How can you really be a Good Person with hate in your heart? iDigress...

I then think "would my hatred or my frustration drive me to something as this"...I dunno. I'm crazier than Lil' Wayne. If you don't know this poseur then you're getting old. I personally think he's full of s&!t but again iDigress...even if he's full of crap I still think I'm battier than this awful rapper. He's got the flow of a woman with her monthly bill...bloody awful. He is no KRS-One...

I keep going on and on about "hate" and "grudge" but what do you think caused 9/11? Wait for it...think about it...

It is a motivating factor. Especially for 19 Muslims. Hate. Grudge. Wanting to make a mark on the minds of the enemy.
I dunno...make them pay. You have to be a motivated to act on hate.

This week in 2008, Boston's Logan International Airport christened a 9/11 Memorial. All I could imagine was a sculpture of an entitled local person MASSPORT Employee, holding a Dunkins coffee & a scratch ticket, shrugging their shoulders in front of a Metal Detector. It's really the most fitting image. As Americans we should get angry when Russian politicians mock us over a missle defense system in Eastern Europe saying the USA can't even protect ourselves from boxcutters...

I think not about empathy for the "enemy". Bill Mahr today celebrated 7 years since he got fired from ABC for saying something akin to that.

Hate is a motivator. YIKES!!!

So out here on OCHO I do this every year...since I have still such a vivid recollection of that day. And I share this one email from my old friend Manuel "Joe" Montes who was attending NYU at the time of the 9/11 Attack. His email to me will always be a touchstone to that day I got up, went to the office, watched the Second Tower get hit with a plane then hang with two of my best friends...I'll never forget.

And I'll never forgive either. Hey...don't we all have to earn forgiveness? Forgiveness comes either with Blind Christian Love or after Justice.

Oh by the way (BTW), they want to kill us more now than ever. I'm always reminded of a time riding the bus when a Muslim man was intrigued by Myself reading an English version of the Koran. And he refused to literally touch the book...REPULSED AND RETREATED from it because it was Evil. Because it was not in Arabic. If that happened today I'd spit on it and burn it just as if he was a Guantanamo Detainee just to provoke him. Hey...I'm a hockey fan. I like a good fight. In America we have a word for that...douchebag (pejorative). I am a man of God and God will know when I'm full of s#!t or not...you hear? I don't use God as an excuse for my anger or hate. We're only human...we have these feelings like it or not & need a Splinter of God's Infinite Patience to deal with it.

So this is my 9/11 Memorial...sorry if I sound angry but if you're not angry, you'd have to be 7 years old and just learned how to read.

This is Joey's email to me...literally blocks away from Ground Zero, truly hours away from 9/11. This is the shape of Space/Time...

'namaste


From: "Eric O'Sullivan"
To: betzabet52@...
Subject: Hi!
Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 09:37:04 -0400

Hey Joey!

I was worried about you and I hear you're OK. Except for the conditions of the City et al.
I just wanted to drop you a line and see if you need anything. Hey, if you feel like getting out of the city and coming to Boston, I'll pick you up. Your mom said that you wanted to stay in NYC (they call it Gotham for a reason, buddy) but if you change your mind or if things there get hairy, give a call or email. OK?
Well I hope to hear from you soon. My home phone number is...

Take care,

Eric


Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 18:32:58 -0400
Subject: Sep 14, 2001
MIME-Version: 1.0


Eric,

How are you?

Thanks for the concern. I am living on 14th St, the point from which the city was closed until last night at midnight. The local multiplex has been showing movies for free, but that stopped yesterday. However, I did take advantage of it and saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which I liked.

If you haven't already heard of the smell, let me tell you about it. The only other place that I've smelled it is in Lima (Peru) and there you attribute it to the diesel gasoline the cars use and the burning trash and tires. Just to give you an idea of what exactly it smells like, however it's a lot more sinister than that because you know that the stench of charred and rotting flesh is mixed in with the smell. For the past few days, buses and trucks covered in black plastic have been going up and down the avenues, carrying bodies. People were walking in the middle of streets and the sound of their shoes on the concrete was the only thing that you could hear when you were out. There were no cars allowed and nobody was talking. The sound of their shoes on the concrete was particularly unnerving because the echo carried up and down the alleys and streets.

There's plenty of food and most stores are now open, however my school did have 5 dorms right around the WTC and 1800 students have been displaced. I work at the housing office so I learned that the school is going to be putting them up at hotels on Central Park and the surrounding area, giving them free meal plans, 200$ stipends for clothes, free phone cards, free books. When they evacuated, a lot of the kids didn't get to take anything and they won't be allowed back to get their stuff for another 2 weeks.

I've been fine, though. I saw it all happen while I was walking to class and while I was in class. From a distance seeing the silhouette of the plane crash into the South Tower made it seem very unreal and it was only a few days later when I saw a picture that clearly showed an unsilhouetted plane about to go into the building, a picture which was so stunningly frightening and detached precisely because you could make out the plane, the colors of the logo on its side, and see the sun shining off it. I say detached, also, because the picture captured the plane before impact so everything else in the picture looks very normal, the only incongruent element being the plane, which, if placed in an ordinary picture of the sky, would fit in quite nicely.

I had a friend who worked at Doloitte & Touche at the WTC and she got out fine, however when she got home she was covered in soot, dust, and blood. Apparently, upon exiting her building, fire, debris, and body parts rained down from above. Torsos, heads, feet with shoes still on, and other limbs already littered the plaza. Up until she told me that, the aspect of death and pain there was fairly removed for me. All you hear in the news is the body count. It's very rare to actually hear someone recounting something as specific as that on the news. The channels are wise to avoid it, I think. After she told me that, though, the realness of it all struck me so quickly and strongly.

I know this is a spectacularly grim email and I am sorry for it, but it's very difficult to not let, at least, some of it weigh you down just a little. For the past few days, my head's been swimming with images like the ones I've just described, among others.

Thank you for the offer of coming to pick me up. I do appreciate it, however classes have already resumed and, even though very few kids are actually going, I think it would be best for me to stay here.

My number is ..., if you want to call.

Joe


God Bless New York, Pennsylvania, Washington DC and you. Please feel free to post what you were doing that day.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Sully Says, "It's like a microcosm of Socialism...it's why it has a sense of repugnance. We feel shameful for such a system to thrive in America. Ewwww...I want to bathe in one dollar bills and towel myself off with a Flag."

I'll submit that there is no more socialist organization in these united states than our own military. Wrap your patriotic flag towel around that one for a while.

Monday, September 01, 2008

THE SMOKING PUCK!

September 1, 2008
By Rev. Sully

30 Daze, Dirty Nights Until a Season of the B's
aka: Additions, Subtractions...It's Still Black & Gold To Me


Here it here: It's OK to breathe again. The Bruins are Back. And the real counting begins on October 9th...at Denver, on the Bloody Road of course thanks once again to Mr. Barnum, Mr. Bailey & The Ringling Brothers. What did Mr. Barnum say about a sucker being born every minute? Well, those odds I'll take because I know for a fact that a new Bruins fan being born gotta share the same odds. Congrats to Molly Silvia, new Bruins fan and definitely won't be a sucker...not with those two as her parents but iDigress...

Of course the Bruins will make their home opener Mid-October; on the 20th versus Pittsburgh five games into the season. I don't mind. I like elephants but I don't like the smell of 'em. Me Ma offered me both Bruins tickets and Circus tix as well. I gladly accepted the Bruins package...me Ma's good company at a game. But being at the Circus makes me feel as there is a parade in my living room. Maybe I'd come out for the Bruins Stanley Cup parade. I never have made it out for three Super Bowls, 2 MLB World Series and 1 NBA Championship...I hate parades. Therefore I hate the circus. The smell, the noises, the people...although it could be said the same for a Bruins game.

I got a new Bruins shirt with the full-sized current logo on the chest. It's a thermal longsleeve from James Barnes, who picked it up from the Bruins Pro Shop at the TD BankNorth Garden this past weekend. He got one for himself at $10.00 and thought of someone who'd want one too...thanks James. Game gear! HUZZAH!!! Although my Sinestro Corps tee is in Bruins colors...I couldn't geton the JumboTron with it. True Story. I was with Meathead & His Missus at last years Predators game...now if I called her "Mrs. Meathead" there would be hell to pay...

For the People in the Cheap Seats...my Sinestro Corps shirt...muhahahahahaha!!!

Numbers Still Give me more Headaches than Beer...
So the salary cap went up. The league makes more money, the players get paid better. It's like a microcosm of Socialism...it's why it has a sense of repugnance. We feel shameful for such a system to thrive in America. Ewwww...I want to bathe in one dollar bills and towel myself off with a Flag. Patriotically too, you boobs.

The number of games played this year has not gone up to 84. The total has remained at an 82 game season although all 30 teams will play against the other at least once. With 84 games, all teams can play home-and-away all 30 teams. Why do we have to wait for the inevitable and what we deserve...nonetheless gone is the Rivals Format. Division teams now only meet 6 times a year and then the numbers start powering up a starship to me...I'm like a football jock without biceps when it comes to math.

You Say "Yes", and I say "no"...I don't know why you say G'bye I say Hello...
Goodbye Glen Murray and Alex Auld. "Muzz" Murray turned into Old Yeller. That's sad. We had to put our faithful dog down...chew on that. Really...it's what happened. Sigh.
Hello, Michael Ryder, ex-Canadien. Scourge of the Bruins...how to get him off yer back? Sign him as a free agent. I saw this guy score a game-winning goal on free Mini Stanley Cup night with seconds remaining in the 3rd period. The Gallery Gawds rained boos and heavy trinkets. It was shameful. But Ryder as an addition is great!
Along with a healthy Patrice Bergeron this Bruins team hasn't been tinkered with too much. This team, defying expectation dramatically took the Canadiens to 7 games in the first round of the Playoffs...ultimately not advancing.

Right around the corner...a month away. The Puck Drops. I'm ready...

'Namaste,

Rev. Sully


All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.
The Comics Gnome POOTS!...ATitillating Funnybook With 3-D Glasses!

Behold! And Attend To a Different Point-of-View!
At the heart of any magazine or publication is one thing; selling copy. Trading one type of paper for another; green for information, for pretty pictures, for entertainment.

One basic condition of funnybooks as any other publication; buy me. What fulfills condition; expectation!!!

I remember being a kid and this was the Ultimate Extent of Me & My Father's Relationship.
I was 11 years old. He picks me up on weekend afternoons in his $h!tbox cars, driving recklessly before the litigation of manditory seat belt laws. We went to movies, lots of movies. We went to Nana's for Sunday Dinner. And we occasionally killed time in stores when not hanging out with his stoner friends in fishbowl living rooms or cars. The Old Man kept a bayonet tucked into the driver's side car carpet by the door...just in case. He also kept a wad of Burger World napkins in the Glovie...just in case.
A Funnybook Bodega in South Boston Proper was a Funny Thing. It was 1984. It was the Advent of the Direct Market in Comics. Before this, the Funnybook Bodega literally WAS the Bodega...the Corner Store and it's four-sided magazine rack by the checkout counter. So it was a Sunday Afternoon and the Southie Funnybook Bodega was in this little box space near City Point, on the Coh-nah of Broadway and L Street, where an ice cream shop usually hangs its hat. Usually I'd walk all the way there from the Projects, so close to Dorchester my phone number started with a "287" but iDigress...
Today I was there with the Old Man. I could spend a few bucks. So my first choice was something different than the usual Archie, DC or MARVEL fare. And in blossoming pre-pubescence I fould my self drawn to Sheena of the Jungle. Could have been due to a movie release around that time as well but there was one panel in which Sheena's breasts were exposed...
And the Old Man had to use the Bodega's telephone to call my Ma to see if it was OK to get this. She said "no". He actually felt as though he had to call. Yeah...in all honesty it woulda ended up a stroke book...
So this was my second choice:

AV in 3-D, 1984.

A 3-D Funnybook complete with glasses! What's more fun than a funnybook with its own 3-D glasses! 3-D Funnybooks are as American as Apple Pie! As Catholic as Lent! As Muslim as Ramadan! It's a special occasion...celebrate!


The AV in 3-D funnybook was a paltry subsTITution but I ended up reading it endless for the next few years. I remember reading at Grandma's and Auntie Jo-Jo's and all the places I had to go on the weekends (so me poor single, young Ma could have a social life...let's be real, she really deserved one putting up with me). It was an anthology of different properties; the Flaming Carrot!


Cerebus the Aadrvark, the Grandpa of Independent Comic heroes.


Direct Market Funnybook bodegas were emerging all over the Boston area but this one was special...it was in my hometown. The Comics Gnome feels as though he's told this story about 3-D Funnybooks at Hometown Bodegas before but Expository Language is used throughout funnybooks to remind the reader of the character attributes & continuity events, et al, yadda yadda.

This Past Week...
The Comics Gnome is chewing on his corncob pipe, kicking his feet up on the coffeetable although he's wearing clean, white socks...is he trying to compromise, barter??? Feet on my coffeetable? C'mon little man...
But perched on his nose are a pair of 3-D Glasses that look as though they were cut from an actual funnybook.
"Dude, what about the resale value now since you punched the glasses out"?, I asked the earnest enabler of entertainment.
"Sully, you roll comics up into your back pocket as a 8-year old would. So what if they're in mylar skin you still roll them up".
He's got me there. I don't have a Comics Collection...I have a FunnyBook Accumulation. I like the art & stories.

Such as this. The Comics Gnome kicks it over to me...
FINAL CRISIS: SUPERMAN BEYOND 3-D #1 by Grant (Final Crisis, Batman R.I.P.) Morrison.
Here's a really great & accurate review of it from Newsarama


To Fully Observe the True Scope of What is Going On, Superman Himself develops 4-D Vision in the Bleed. The Bleed is the Space Between Alternate Universes. We need these 4-D Glasses to Follow our Hero as alternate versions of Superman team up!
Superman is on a mission to do what he does best...Save Lois Lane.




In Final Crisis, all the major superheroes are being taken off the chessboard one by one; first the Batman. Then Green Lantern...this is how Superman is not on New Earth for The Day Evil Won. Followed by Wonder Woman then the World. I can only wait for FINAL CRISIS #4...not in 3-D, 4-D or Double D. Tits. It comes back to that again...sorry...momentary juvenilia for the sake of continuity. I giggle...

FINAL CRISIS #4 (of 7) by Grant Morrison & J.G. Jones with Carlos Pacheco

Written by Grant Morrison; Art by J.G. Jones and Carlos Pacheco; Covers by J.G. Jones
It's one month after the Anti-Life Equation was released worldwide. Millions now toil as slaves of Darkseid, while the Justifier shock troops of Apokolips lay waste to the planet Earth and hunt down its protectors.

The remaining free humans and superheroes are stationed around the world, besieged within the walls of ten very familiar 'Watchtowers', as they fight a desperate, losing battle against the triumphant forces of evil.

While Green Arrow and Black Canary attempt to deliver the secret of humanity's last hope across America's blasted wastelands, the Outsiders brave the horrors of the Bludhaven bunker in search of Batman. The ultimate battle is coming…but which heroes will become villain – and vice versa? And what part do the Secret Society have to play in the dawning of this new Age of Evil?

Darkness is falling and death rules the day. Is this truly the end of the Age of Super Heroes? Don't miss FINAL CRISIS #4: "How to Murder the Earth!"
40 pg. | Color | $3.99 US
On Sale October 15, 2008


and SUPERMAN BEYOND 3-D #2. This is a smart, great Superman story. Truly a nest of Easter Eggs spanning back to Morrison's 1990 ANIMAL MAN "Deus Ex Machina". Metafiction with Multiverses and Ubervolk. And no boobs either...

Until then...'ll just reread Superman Beyond 3-D #1 and try not to get any headaches from leaving the glasses on too long.

It is...in the vernacular of my people Wickid Pissah!
Top o' the Mornin' to yiz!!!

'Namaste...