Things and Stuff, pt. 44

Things and StuffJune should be pretty fun. Got Allison’s wedding coming up, in a few weeks. I’ll be spinning the tunes for that shin-dig, Pretty pumped. Been practicing—getting myself really acquainted with Djay®. It’s a blast.

I’ll also be directing my first full-blown television commercial—and doing it solo, since Anthony will be in Europe on another job. This spot is pretty cool. My concept. For a pretty, shall we say, interesting client. Looking forward to it. More details, once we’re in production.headboardOur reclaimed barn wood headboard is lacquered, assembled and installed. Looks pretty delightful, I’d say. A real statement piece. I think it’s a step in the right direction in our bedroom. We desperately need to turn that room into a comfortable, functional, thoughtfully designed space. Right now, it’s just a place to sleep. And a catch-all for clothes and every other kind of junk-ass crap.fathommBought some grown-ass man shoes with some freelance money I just got. The only non-sneakers I own, at the moment, are dress shoes and my boots—which are 10 years old and have fallen apart beyond repair, according to my local cobbler. So, these Steve Madden® Fathomm slip-ons are set to become my go-to casual/comfortable shoes. Not as lame as straight-up boat shoes, not as stiff as straight-up loafers. These are somewhere in-between. And I dig the white soles. They should arrive tomorrow. I’m sure they’ll be cool; but, I know they’ll be even cooler a year or two from now, when they’re good and worn-in.Checked out the Strawberry Festival back home in picturesque Cheswick, Pennsylvania, this past weekend. I say picturesque sarcastically because, check this out:stacksNothing like a whole town gathering to eat strawberry shortcake in the shadow of a massive, coal-burning generating station. Seriously. Rachel Carson Park is literally 50 yards from GenOn®’s Cheswick station. (Kind of funny that this park is named for Rachel Carson, probably our country’s most famous environmentalist.)

I didn’t think anything of it. Having grown up in Cheswick, the sight of the stacks doesn’t phase me. Hell, I rode my bike through the trails right next to the plant. Climbed on the coal reserves that were had piled up at the bottom of the hill behind my grandparents’ house. And I haven’t grown a third arm or felt my lungs collapse, yet.

Breanne, however, was a bit shocked, when we arrived. Aside from the stacks, all the high-tension lines, transformers, turbines, cooling towers and generators can be a bit overwhelming for someone who’s never seen that kind of stuff up-close.

I assured her we’d survive, and we had a pleasant evening at the Strawberry Festival. As evidenced by these photographs:strawberryfaceStrawberry shortcake hit the spot, for Oskar.bouncycastleAs did the bouncing castle-thing.firehatTopped it all off with a sweet fire helmet and a glow-in-the-dark Cheswick Fire Department cup. Score.And while I’m showing you kid pictures, here’s a random one I snapped on our front porch that turned out pretty nice:eyes

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Abandon Ship?

photo115Not just yet. Fact: The Penguins have had to climb out of a 2-game hole in at least one series every time they’ve won the cup.

But, manBoston sure handed them their asses, last night. Probably the worst the Penguins have looked since the Philadelphia series, last season. In that series, though, they were scoring goals. Not so much, right now. Crosby’s frustrated. Kunitz looks hurt. Morrow looks old. Malkin is giving it everything he’s got, but, isn’t getting much support from his line. Iginla was able to play out of position against the Islanders and Senators and get by on raw skill, but, he’s not getting away with that against the Bruins. They’ve totally shut him down.

The blue line is tripping over it’s damn self. Letang is playing like he’s on meth. Martin hasn’t been strong. Break-out passes aren’t breaking out of anything.

But, they could have easily won game 1, were it not for 4 dongs off of goal posts. Game 2 was your typical Penguin post-season meltdown. You knew it was coming, at some point. So, simplify shit. Play some tight-ass road hockey, up there in bean town. Maybe—dare I say—roll 7 defensemen. Get Tyler Kennedy back in uniform. And, for the love of God, stick with Vokoun.

And, of course, hold onto your butts.

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Things I Saw Today

It’s the Little Things

Key-CoverSaw this picture floating around the internets, today, and got way more excited than anyone should get about little leather key covers. But, come on—these are awesome. I wear my keys on a belt clip, so, they’re always visible—this’ll dress them up, right nice. I love these kind of unique, unexpected touches.

Unfortunately, Hollows Leather, the maker of the key covers in the picture, is sold out of them. I managed to find basically the same thing at Dust Bowl Dry Goods. Ordered immediately. Can’t wait until they get here.

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Things and Stuff, pt. 43

Things and StuffIt’s May and I had the heat on, last night. I mean, I would have been fine without it, but, I didn’t want our toddler turning blue in the middle of the night. It dropped down to the low thirties! Jesus H., kids.

Speaking of that toddler, he had a few stellar quotes, yesterday. To Breanne, as she was putting her make-up on: “Actually, you’re not quite looking too good.” And to me, as he was trying to stuff himself under the couch: “Dad! My butt is too big to get under this couch!”ce469250c9845fdeeb266390acc150c2News of the day (maybe news of the year): There’s going to be a Chipotle® a fucking block away from my office! Right where the Borders® used to be on South Highland. Holiest of shit, this is insane! My Hellish battle to drive the 1.4 miles to the Baum Boulevard Chipotle® (10-12 minutes each way in mid-day traffic) will soon be replaced by a leisurely, 3-minute, 0.2 miles stroll. This is unreal. I’m so happy, I could cry.twy_newpageThe new Wonder Years record has been stuffed into my ears, finally, repeatedly. Is it a masterpiece? Yes. Is it at good as Suburbia? Not sure, yet, but, I don’t think so. I think it’s a conclusion to what was going on on Suburbia. The last piece of a trilogy about growing up that started with The Upsides. Key lyric:

Jesus Christ, I’m 26.
And the people I graduated with
all have kids,
all have wives.
All have people who care
if they come home at night.

Realist pop-punk, they say. Sounds about right.Finally took a few snaps of the house. Always nice when our outdoor spaces start to come back to life in the spring.patioThis new brick patio was our big outdoor project, this year. And it turned out to not be such a big project, at all—it only took a day. It totally changes the vibe of the backyard. This area was muddy, awkward and, essentially useless, before. Putting in these brick pavers was the perfect solution. It extends the sitting/standing/hanging out area by, like, 60% or more. Makes the basement door and the hose so much more accessible.

It looks especially great at night, under the deck lights and umbrella lights. A cozy little spot.yardHere’s a look at the lawn. 3 years after starting from scratch, this grass is getting kick-ass. That there is one lush, lovely lawn.frontporchpetuniaspurplepotsThings are looking good out front, too. The potted petunias are killing it, blooming like sons of bitches. New cushions and pillows, new rug. Very homey.

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Moving On

Penguins goaltender Vokoun falls against the goal during Game 5 of their NHL Eastern Conference quarter-final hockey game against the Islanders in PittsburghA few thoughts on those Pittsburgh Penguins (since the last Penguin post I wrote was just a tad negative): Now that the Islanders series is done with, I actually feel pretty good—a lot better than I thought I would, after that first-round roller coaster. I mean, really, the Islanders were not a team with which to fuck. It’s been said a million times, but, they’re young and they’re fast, and that gives the Penguins’ system fits. They finished the regular season on fire, and they have an MVP candidate suiting up for them—and the Penguins still took them down in 6 (which I correctly predicted).

It should not be overlooked that 2 of the Penguins’ 4 wins against the Islanders were shut-outs. One in front of Fleury and one in front of Vokoun. That tells us that the Penguins can indeed play solid defense, when they put their minds to it.

The Penguin power play looked deadly. Bylsma’s found a fore-check in Kennedy and Vitale. (If those 2 start to gas themselves in round 2, how’s this for depth: Jussi Jokinen and Beau Bennett are in the press box.)

But, the story of the series was Tomáš Vokoun. He is, undoubtedly, the Penguins’ number-one goaltender, now. Who saw that coming? (Well, besides everyone.) He’s cool, he’s calm, he’s collected, he’s Czechoslovakian. He makes the routine saves look routine—which is something Fleury was struggling to do in games 1 through 4. His puck-handling skills saved his defensemen steps and took away the Islanders’ around-the-horn plays and dump-and-chase shit. Good stuff. Looking for more of the same from him, going into round 2 against the Senators.

About the Senators—I’m not too concerned about them. Not sure why. Just a feeling. The Islanders coming so hard only helped get the Penguins’ minds right. They’re poised for a battle, whereas, the Senators might be a step slow, coming out—they’re probably still grinning about killing off the Canadiens in 5 surprisingly easy games. Craig Andersen is worlds better in goal than Evgeni Nabokov was, but, the Penguins haven’t had any trouble scoring goals. They’ll score enough to win, every night. Aggressive fore-checking, aggressive back-checking, taking away Erik Karlsson, and constantly rolling 4 lines (all 20 skaters ought to log double-digit minutes, every night) should sling-shot the Penguins into the Eastern Conference Final to take on either the Bruins or the Rangers (either of whom they should destroy).

So, a series prediction for Penguins/Senators? I wanted to stay away from Penguins in 6, since that was my call for round 1, but, that leaves me with Penguins in 5 or Penguins in 7. The Senators likely won’t roll over in 5, and I’m never emotionally prepared for suffering through a game 7, so, I’ll go Penguins in 6, again.

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End of Days

AP175288809785All right, so they’re not doomed, just yet. The series is tied. Coming back to Pittsburgh. Win 2 on home ice, and the Penguins will be limping into round 2.

What in the butt-fuck is going on, though? A lot, I’d say. Some thoughts: I think Dan Bylsma will be lynched in Market Square if Fleury so much as sniffs the net on Thursday night. It has to be Tomáš Vokoun. Yes, the defense has been shaky (enormous understatement) in front of Fleury. And the turn-overs have been killer. And the Islanders have scored on some ridiculously lucky dick bounces. But, Fleury’s head is a mess, right now. Simple as that.

And what did they sign Vokoun for? They signed him to give Fleury a lighter workload in the regular season (and he did that) and to step in if Fleury took a massive, steaming dump on the post-season. Well, here we are. They have to go to Vokoun. No-brainer. Vokoun is 3-0 against the Islanders, this year. Hopefully, the goaltending change wakes the rest of the team up, too.

I say, if Vokoun starts and shuts the door—allows only 1 or 2 goals—and they win game 5, I think you keep riding Vokoun. Like I said, that’s what he’s here for.

As far as the rest of the line-up, I can’t believe I’m saying it, but, Crosby and Malkin need to be playing less minutes. Why? Take Jussi Jokinen. He was a beast, down the stretch, playing 17-19 minutes a night. Last night? He only logged 7 minutes. Come on! I know a lot of it is about match-ups, but, Jesus Christ. Come on.

Could be time for a Tyler Kennedy sighting, as well. Add some speed to that forecheck.

Malkin is a mess, right now, too. His head is about as fucked as Fleury’s. Watching him circle around the ice like a sad puppy, last night, looking for the medallion that fell off his necklace, Islanders fans giving him the business—he looked so fragile.

Lines are all wrong, in my opinion, as well. Should be:

Iginla/Crosby/Dupuis. Because Iginla’s been invisible at right wing. He needs to be on the left side to be effective. And he came here to play with Crosby. Let him.

Kunitz/Malkin/Neal. Last year’s killer line, reunited.

Morrow/Sutter/Jokinen. Morrow and Jokinen showed some chemistry in the regular season, and Jussi needs more ice time.

Kennedy/Adams/Cooke. Kennedy adds that speed on the forecheck, like I said. Adams kills penalties to death, as usual. And cooke would be interchangeable with Glass—whoever they think is the more effective forechecker/hitter/penalty killer. Hell, Glass may be a better option. Less penalties.

But, what the Hell do I know?

This series has become a huge moment in Penguins history. If they lose, it could very well tear apart the very fabric of this team. Bylsma would likely be canned. The trade Malkin rumors might not be rumors, anymore. Free agents like Kris Letang and Pascal Dupuis, who may have taken less to stick here, before, may split for a fresh start elsewhere. Hell, win or lose this series, turning to Vokoun will have punched Fleury’s ticket out of town. Remember—Eric Hartzell, the best goaltender in college hockey, this season, is just chilling on the Penguins payroll. Vokoun and Hartzell could be 1 and 1A, next season, as they transition to the Eric Hartzell era.

But, first things first. Win 2 on home ice. Take it in 7. Or, better yet, win games 5 and 6 with strong goaltending from Vokie and less idiocy in the neutral zone. Get out of round 1 and see what happens. There could very well still be a parade on the Boulevard of the Allies in June. This team is too God-damn talented for that to be out of the question.

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Headboard Progress

underconstructionA few weeks ago, I showed you the pile of reclaimed barn wood that I bought with an eye to building a kick-ass custom headboard. Well, I finally got to work on the damn thing. Breanne and I laid it all out on saw horses in the workshop, and spent a good half hour mixing and matching and flipping and turning boards, looking to get it looking just right. You know—get the best-looking, most interesting knot holes and cracks and textures in good spots. Here’s how it ended up:headboardPretty ridiculously awesome, if I do say so, myself. That shot is just the top half. (You can see the bottom half, sitting off to the left, there.) Avoided disaster, actually—I started putting it all together in the (basement) workshop. After I screwed those first 5 boards to the backing boards, I thought to myself, “Am I going to be able to get this fucking thing out of here?” Turns out, yes. But, just barely.

Dragged it out into the back yard to lacquer it. Lacquering is key, unless we want to be bombarded by attack splinters each and every night. We have about 10 coats on, now. I bet it could take 10 more. The lacquer shine is really bringing out the nooks and crannies.

Here are some detail shots:knot3knot1knot2

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Things I Need

The Minnesota Wild to win this game. Mostly because I want the Penguins to see the other top seed get stunned in game 1 and say to themselves, “Holy shit. We’d better just fucking murder the Islanders immediately.”

The oven to reach 400°. This frozen pizza is about to complete me.

The new Wonder Years record to leak. Seriously. We’re only 2 weeks out. Come on, already. You sons a bitches.

A magnolia tree to replace that maple that didn’t live through the winter.

To either watch or DVR Inside Amy Schumer, tonight.

To take a leak.

To get my truck inspected. It’s overdue as of tomorrow.

A case of Coors® Extra Gold Lager®. Best case of beer 9 bucks and change can buy. Delightful.

To nail down a PA system for Allison’s wedding.

That’s about it.

But, His Wingspan is a Bit Short

Picture35_crop_exactSo, that’s Jarvis Jones. The Steelers first-round draft pick. Plan the parade, right? I guess so. I mean, he looks like your basic big, scary outside linebacker. The predator dreads are a nice touch, I suppose.

Had the NFL draft on the iPad®, last night, during the Penguin game. Threw it on the television during the breaks. Man, the draft has zero entertainment value. Mel Kiper, Mel Kiper’s hair helmet and Chris Berman babbling on and on and on, digging up mountains of completely useless information about each and every prospect. About the only thing worse than watching the draft is watching the combine.

Speaking of the combine, it’s unbelievable how much stock coaches, scouts and general managers put into those ridiculous combine results. Take our friend Jarvis Jones, here. The only reason he was there at number 17 when the Steelers picked was because he ran a 4.9-second 40-yard dash at the combine. If he’d have been in the 4.5/4.6 range, he’d have been a top-10 pick, for sure.

Really? Do those few tenths of a second really matter?

Look at his game tape. The guy can play football. 28 sacks in 26 Division I games. Case closed.

“But, his wingspan is a few inches shorter than your prototypical outside linebacker! He doesn’t drop and turn his hips smoothly! His vertical was under 40 inches!”

No shits should be given. Last I checked, when you’re an edge rusher, you don’t often need to jump straight up into the air or run as fast as you can for 40 yards. You just need to hit and tackle and shit.

Balls upon the combine, and balls upon Mel Kiper and his unsettling face.

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