A-Rod

The boom was lowered yesterday. 12 Major League Baseball players were given 50 game suspensions for using performance enhancing drugs. Alex Rodriguez was given a 211 game suspension for using PEDs and for hindering the league’s investigation of the clinic, Biogenesis, responsible for these 13 players (14 when you include Ryan Braun) cheating. There is also talk that he recruited other players to Biogenesis and if so that might be a factor. Only A-Rod is appealing. He is the highest paid player in the sport’s history and he will lose about three times my annual salary per game when the suspension starts. He is allowed to play while the case is under appeal.

211 games amounts to the rest of this season and all of next season. A-Rod is 38 years old. Two years out of the game at this point probably means his career ends when the suspension starts. Good. I want him gone. It’s bad enough that cheating is still rampant in Major League Baseball, but the idea of it’s highest paid player pushing dope to other players is beyond evil. He joins Barry Bonds as the poster children for scum in baseball. Even a gambler on a lifetime ban like Peter Rose can feel comfortable looking down his nose at a jerk like A-Rod.

I feel anger toward every player who gets caught cheating. I don’t look at the two recent Red Sox World Series wins in quite the rosey way I used to now that I know that Manny Ramirez and (probably) David Ortiz were using. It has taken a great deal of fun out of the game of Baseball for me. Still, when players are straight with us I am willing to put it behind me. Ryan Braun will probably be the exception after the way he handled his failed test. Now he’s all apologetic, but for you it’s too little too late. The other 12 players who took their punishment yesterday will come back and all will be right again, assuming they stay off of the crap.

Rodriguez though, like Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens before him, is dead to me. He’s taking money over integrity. Cash over self respect. The hell with him. I hope his appeal is denied and he never plays another game. Even though he was a Yankee and a member of the Evil Empire, I once thought of him as the guy who would erase Barry Bonds from the all time home run record book. Sure he comes off like a putz in the personality department, but he’s the best player in the game. If anyone can topple that juiced up cheater Bonds it’s A-Rod. Not anymore. Bonds… Rodriguez… One in the same. I hope they both go away and never come back.

Random Flickr Photo

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Untitled, a photo by robj_1971 on Flickr.

This random Flickr photo post celebrates (laments) the end of the Clockwork Angels tour. The last show took place in Kansas City last night.

Lets hope we don’t have to wait too long for new Rush music. The remix of Vapor Trails is due to come out in October, and there is a rumored Clockwork Angels tour video/live album in the works as well.

That’s not what I mean though. I mean that I hope we don’t have to wait too long for a new album of new original music. That’s what I really want.

Thanks for a great tour, Geddy, Alex, and Neil.

ADDENDUM: Touch typing on the iPad seems like a good idea until you find 30 typos, misspellings, and auto-correct errors in three paragraphs.

Neighborhood Wedding Part 2

I posted yesterday that we had a wedding on our street. Not exactly. It appears that the limo was picking up the bride to take her to the ceremony, not bringing the happy couple to the reception at the house.

Who cares, it was still pretty cool.
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Wanna Know What Sucks?

Would you like to know what sucks?

Having the outflow hose from your washing machine pop out of the outflow pipe and drain a full rinse cycle onto the floor.

Wanna know what else sucks?

Having the thing that sucks happen right in the middle of a huge thunderstorm so that you just assume the water came in from the storm outside, and then getting up the next morning and starting another load of laundry which then spills a full wash and a full rinse cycle onto your cellar floor.

Sonofa…

It’s Miller Time

The goal for yesterday was to clean the hell out of the bathroom. We went to Home Depot and stocked up heavy duty cleaning supplies. Tons of them. Oodles of them. I then spent the next 3-4 hours scouring the bathroom like it’s never been scoured before. At least not since we moved in. Success.

Today’s plans were slightly more ambitions. I was to give the same treatment to the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, the mud room, and our bedroom. About five hours into the torture it was decided that I could scrap our bedroom from the plans. I was thankful. Shortly after that we had a huge thunderstorm and one section of the basement flooded a little bit. So I removed the bedroom from the plan and repalced it with some quality wetvac time. By around 6:30 or so I had everything done, even throwing in a load of laundry.

The house looks better than it has in a long time. I’m tired and sore and ready to eat a quick dinner and then go to bed. Jen and I will watch a little tube and just relax fora little bit. She even lit a couple of candles in the living room. It’s very nice.

10 mintues after I finshed for the day the cat barfed in the living room on the newly cleaned hardwood floor. Oh, thanks Patches. I appreciate having to clean it again. That’s swell of you. Jen placed the two candles on the mantle over the fireplace so that the cat couldn’t get to them. We just looked over and there was Patches, climing the bookcase, not three feet from a candle. We have never, ever, seen her climb the bookcase before. I think our kitty is pissed off at us for shaking up her world today.

Tough shit, cat. Deal with it. The house is clean.

Parallels

When I first bought my iMac I had visions of using it for telecommuting. I set up Parallels and installed Windows 7. My visions ended after the first day when I realized that Mac keyboards require two buttons for Windows function keys. My compay’s software uses the F12 key like it’s going out of style. So much for using my iMac.

I barley touched Parallels after that. Eventually there was something that I needed Windows for so I popped it open, kicked off Windows 7, and was told my password expired and needed to be changed. Yeah, I never set up a password for Windows. I thought maybe my admin password from the Mac OS? Nope. Maybe I set it up but just didn’t remember, so I tried every password I’ve ever used, ever. Nope, none of them worked. I got frustrated and stopped trying.

Today I happened to catch Jen installing Ubuntu into her MacBook Pro’s Parallels. That made me jealous, so I installed it too. I am actually writing this post using Firefox as my browser and Ubuntu, via Parallels, as my OS, all running on Apple hardware. I just love living in the future, don’t you? I also Googled my Windows sign on issue and came to the conclusion that I am the biggest moron on Earth. It seems you can just enter through the whole error message and it opens up Windows like a dream. Sonofa…

Anyway, I am off to find some cool open source Linux software to install on my new Ubuntu set up.