Yes, I realize Philadelphia is a different city, one about which I am not fit to snark. But here’s some ballsy sports commentary from The Barnesyard. I think he’s spot on with that Webber/Peja analogy.
Author: CoolDMZ
Thanks For the Visual
In case the word “stabbing” left you unsure if the man who bled to death in the parking lot of a local Motel had a really bad headache that even Excedrine couldn’t help, CBS has a very helpful graphic to go with the story.
Also, I like the last line: “Police say the suspect was an acquaintance of the victim.” Not sure if this means they were poker buddies or if it’s just because his knife was acquainted with the victim’s body. Yeah, some of my friends are total jerks too.
When You’re a Jet…
Heckasac comes roaring back this morning, with a nice counterpoint to previous comments made here about daredevil East Sac cyclists. On second thought, what if “Olaf” is the puncher? I know that’s a male name, but a handle is a handle for a reason.
Cool It With the Spacehog!
If you listen to KWOD 2.0 with any regularity, I’ve got a wager for you: Bet you can’t go a week without hearing that Spacehog song. You know, the only Spacehog song anybody knows. It was great for that one week in 1995, but I’m not sure how you’re going to contrast yourself from Bob or Jack or their younger cousin (coming soon, I’m sure) by putting it on weekly rotation. What’s next, Marcy’s Playground?
Two Nostalgic Observations
One bittersweet, the other just plain bitter. How about bitter first. Everytime I find myself down in Old Sacramento, I am amazed that for a large portion of my life–my adolescence–going to Old Sac was the most fun to be had. The walk from K Street (Comics & Comix) through the old DTP (Orange Julius) and through the tunnel to Old Sac (Evangelines, Time Zone) was a full day for a 12 year old. These days, I can’t imagine getting out of my car. Except for the Jazz Jubilee. And the Train Museum, which is actually still really fun. Who doesn’t love them that dining car with the fake nighttime outside the windows?
My second nostalgic moment today came when I noticed that when the light is right, say in the late afternoon, the word “Lucky” is clearly visible at Little Lucky where the word “Albertson’s” has been removed. I think it’s mostly 40-year old dirt, but it should bring a tear to the eye of longtime residents.
CoolDMZ Makes Headlines
If you don’t get the Sac Bee you haven’t seen this article about my alter-ego Don Zacharias. I will just let my words speak for themselves. Scroll down for pictures.
UPDATE: So far so good, nice to see so many new commenters. One more tidbit on the piece:
Q: What do you think you communicate about Sactown better than anyone else?
A: I guess there are certain constraints on serious journalism, but we’re not constrained, we’re just being the snarky jokester.
David Barton is a great guy, but can anybody else tell that he/The Bee changed this question for print?
UPDATE: Heckasac calls b.s. I call jealousy. The News & Review is good too.
A Half-empty Glass of KOVR Juice
I can’t believe that someone in this town is more obsessed with local news than I am. This much hatred lobbed at Paul “Jockitch” Joncich and gang is not to be missed.
But CoolDMZ is not one to be one-upped…so it’s time to unveil, from KOVR 13 News at 5:00 from January, 2004, this piece of video history. Enjoy.
Game Guy Show Hits Podwaves
Channel 31’s resident video game reporter Scott Fera is producing a podcast called “The Game Guy Show.” Content is really well done, including interviews with major video game players like the creator of “Halo,” strategy stuff from local publisher Prima Games, and two great recurring spots–“Top to Bottom” lists of good and bad games, and “One Night Stand” reviews of his gut reactions to new games. Iit’s a fun ride if you’re into video gaming. Or if you’re obsessed with zombies (who isn’t?)
Here is a link directly to the podcast (it will try to open iTunes on your computer)
He Said What About the Trees?
The Barnesyard is clearly the best local movie-related blog. However, I wish I knew what this meant. (Warning: rough language about bodily fluids.) I take that back, I don’t wish to know.
Mix 96 is a “Land of Confusion”
Going on 4 days now of being woken up to the plaintive voice of Mr. Phil Collins on Mix 96. (Oh, me not listen to Mix 96, me only not change station on clock radio.) I haven’t been writing down song titles before today (“Hold On My Heart” at 7:04 a.m.) but I’m pretty sure I caught a “Groovy Kind of Love,” and you know there was a “One More Night” in there somewhere.
Something is going on here. Mix 96 is trying to tell me something Phil Collins-related. Am I supposed to go on a personal mission to reunite Genesis? Am I destined to start a parody religion in honor of Mr. Collins? Or maybe am I just supposed to look twice, since on the surface it appears to just be another day for my wife and me in paradise? I need answers.