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Not Sure Where This Sits On The 0-Assasination Scale But Apparently Lana Del Rey Is Trying Put A Curse On The President

Dazed Digital –Lana Del Rey has dropped heavy hints about her plans to take part in a magic mass “binding” ritual against Donald Trump today. The singer shared a cryptic series of dates – “Feb 24, March 26, April 24, May 23” – on her Twitter account earlier this morning, along with clue: “Ingredients can b found online.” While fans initially thought the post was something to do with the release of Rey’s new album, it was quickly linked to an anti-Trump witchcraft ritual.

There is….a lot to unpack here folks. It’s past 3 pm and I don’t want to think, let alone blog. I have about 5 more queued up that I won’t get to. But I can’t let this one go. It just has me. So I’ll give it a shot.

Lana Del Rey has always been a weird bird. She’s just a bit of a space cadet and doesn’t really seem, present, I guess. She’s like a musical Luna Lovegood. In fact, A lot of people suspect “Lana Del Rey” is more of a character, a performance art piece, than just a stage name. Think Andrew W-K-esque

Even if that’s true. Even if Lana Del Rey is a character portrayed by Elizabeth Grant, this is still a weird fucking move. For a couple reasons:

Firstly, it’s just an odd PR move in general. Character or not Lana Del Rey has done a lot to keep herself in the public eye and “make it” as a musician. Doing something as risky as both alienating half the political spectrum and professing a proclivity for the occult in one fell sweep just isn’t a smart play when folks like Halsey, Elle King, and Tove Lo are running laps around your ass.

Next, there is the fact that it’s more than her involved in this thing. There is actually a worldwide contingency of people that think if they make hand puppets at the moon something bad will happen to POTUS or he will be removed from office or something. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I am a total non-believer of the supernatural, but fringe members of society arranging a telepathic, lunar version of Hands Across America isn’t going to cut it when to comes to bringing down the most powerful man in the world.

So it remains to be seen how this all plays out for our girl Lana. N. Korea is firing off a new cruise missile every day so if this is a legit thing she isn’t doing a very good fucking job. All in all this is probably just a play to sell some tickets. Come for the songs, stay for a possible sighting of the 4th Sanderson Sister.

 

Making Sense Of This Weekend

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I might start doing this on Monday’s – just quick hits to digest stuff that happened over the weekend. There is a lot that goes down when I’m not attached to this keyboard that is still worth addressing. So now that I’m back on the grind almost rid of the 2 day hangovers I’m blessed with, let’s get to it.


Jon Jones Is Probably The GOAT But Made A Crucial Error

“Bones” beat Daniel Cormier again, this time finishing him to reclaim the UFC Light-Heavyweight title. I think it’s starting to look like we need to anoint Jones the GOAT, as he made another contender for that title look completely human. Good for Jon Jones for getting it together.

On the other hand he screwed up the post-fight presser. I know the Brock Lesnar fight would be huge, I know Jones wants a huge fight, and I know Stipe Miocic is not that well-known of a name yet. That’s all fine and good. However, Lesnar can’t fight until the end of this year or early next year. Jones and Miocic are both sort of hard up for contenders, unless Jones wants to rematch Alexander Gustaffson. Therefore, a super-fight with the reigning UFC Heavyweight Champion, Miocic, would have been an easy and logical fight to sell – Jones’ first and long awaited foray into the heavyweight division against the current baddest man on the planet. Well, this fight is kind of hard to make now that “Bones” pretty much trashed it at his post-fight presser, stating Miocic isn’t well known enough and so it wouldn’t really be a super-fight. Maybe you don’t flee crashed vehicles anymore but your decision making still sucks, Mr. Jones.

And Now His Watch Has Ended

Rob Ninkovich retiring is truly the end of an era. He is a textbook example of a Belichick success story – a late round pick and unspectacular player who comes into the Pats’ system, works hard, plays his role, and succeeds. He played both Defensive End and Linebacker without ever complaining about the constant shifts, almost wearing his being taken for granted as a badge of honor. He helped bring us two titles and made a slew of big plays. Hopefully the proud Purdue Boilermaker sticks around to mentor, etc. as if every young player had his work ethic and attitude, the team would be better for it. Thanks, Ninko.

The Sox Clubhouse Would Appear To Be A Mess

We’re only a half-game back and I guess things could get better, but things look ugly in Boston. We knew there was a chance this could happen. Dombrowski’s MO in the past has been to gut a farm system for “win now” players with it being a toss up whether or not those teams actually won. Devers and Nunez I’m actually optimistic about but our pitching staff is a completely different story. Add that to the fact that Dombrowski didn’t even attempt to get Pat Neshek among others to strengthen the bullpen and it’s looking a bit grim. BUT HEY PATS TRAINING CAMP STARTED! FOOTBALL IN A COUPLE MONTHS!


I Have No Fucking Clue What Is Happening On Game Of Thrones

If Dougie doesn’t have a dominoes tournament or something this week we’ll get a pod up to discuss this further, but this is the first time I’m totally lost when it comes to GOT. In the past, even amidst chaos there was a logical, intuitive path you could foresee them taking. Now there isn’t one. Everyone’s dead, or dying, or stuck in neutral, or mind-DVR’ing their sister’s wedding night rape. Just all over the fucking place. Hopefully the next couple of week clears thing sup a bit.

North Korea Has Zero Chill

Having no respect for human life is one thing. Having no respect for the weekend, a time to kick, have a few brews, and not worry about intercontinental ballistic missiles coming out of the clouds is not something I will stand for.

Steph Curry Shitting On Lebron Filled Me With Joy

Chef Curry just confirmed that athletes think the same things about Lebron that sane normal people do: that he’s an insufferable, awkward, try-hard who needs to be relentlessly mocked into silence. Lebron is the rare example of a human that should be bullied. Cyberly. In-person. I don’t care. You just got clowned on by the skinny kid from Davidson. Fuck you LBJ.

Shane O Mac Rescued From A Helicopter Crash

Shane McMahon. Shane O Mac. Young Simba. The spoiled brat you couldn’t hate if you tried growing up because you knew he was as cool as he acted. The prodigal son of the WWF (I refuse to call it WWE) who despite not being a regular competitor would show up once a year to sacrifice life and limb to put on a hell of a show, getting ragolled and jumping off of shit through tables, trash cans, etc. And now this.

Shane O’ and his pilot had to crash land their helicopter in the Atlantic and get rescued when the helicopter by all accounts fully shit the bed mid-flight. And he’s out here talking and tweeting about like he survived a routing fender bender, unbelievable.

On second thought, he probably just got bored and thought he could land an elbow drop on a shark.

Ask A New England Blogger: When Does The Weather Give Me Permission To Drive Like A Puss?

So yesterday we had some heavy rain. I use the term “heavy rain” deliberately. It was far from the worst I’ve experienced, it certainly wasn’t light. The meteorologists had actually predicted ceaseless downpours, tornadoes, dragon triplets raining hellfire and the like, as they tend to do. All said as storms go it was sort of whatever. So you can imagine how surprised I was when I got a snap from one of my buddies showing the rain outside his office and informing me he would be WAITING TO LEAVE WORK until the rain let down. Waiting to leave work. Delaying departure from his resented place of employment and the building that houses it until the evening sun gleams low in the sky. I was flummoxed. Baffled. Incredulous. A grown ass man waiting for the rain to give.

It did get me thinking however, at what point, if any, is this kind of behavior ok? When is it ok to change the “when” or “how” of your driving patterns due to weather. There needs to be guidelines. There needs to be rules. We’ve all gotten a little ripshit at someone completely overreacting to inclement weather, crawling down the middle lane of the pike like they are headed directly over the edge of the cliff but have accepted that as their fate. So let’s put this in internet-blood.

First a quick disclosure/request for absolution: I really am not trying to sound like Tommy Tough Guy here. To those not from Northern states or those who haven’t been here long, you have to understand that when you grow up here, the very second your hand touches a wheel you’re dealing with bullshit weather. Rain, sleet, snow, a mixture of all three weather people cheerfully refer to as a “wintery mix.” Fucking wintery mixes. The first time I had a friend actually read that off a weather report was in college and I briefly blacked out only to come to to find myself holding a half a bottle of Jack by the neck about to hit him over the head with it. Anyway, the bottom-line is we’re all used to the 50% chance of crap weather. We have no excuse, everyone who lives here however, needs to get better.

To start there are two variables we need to hone in on:
1.)How good or bad of a driver you and your friend see yourself. Other’s opinion matters because your skill behind the wheel is sometimes hard to  objectively judge yourself. Needless to say, if in general you are a disaster, just please stay off the fucking road. Because I’ll tell ya, I’m kind of a misanthrope. I’m a curmudgeon. To be honest I made a New Years Resolution that I’d hate less shit than I do now. But NOTHING makes my blood more than some nimrod who has no business operating motorized transportation fucking up my morning commute pre-coffee. Nothing*.

2.)The kind of bad weather it is. Snow is worse than rain, generally. A drizzle should be ignored while light snow is still gonna fuck with visibility a bit. Different levels of drivers need to take into consideration exactly what they are getting themselves into, not just that it’s “bad out”.

Let’s start by filtering by weather, and go from “Nuclear Winter” to “Are you fucking kidding me, buy a T pass”

The Worst

-In a white-out conditions, everyone sort of does just need to be a little more patient, I’ll concede that. However, and this is a point I’ll probably reference again, our speed limits are there for a reason. Our roads were designed by civil engineers who also had an input on the speed limits based on a qualified driver and fully functioning vehicle. So as long as you are comfortable behind the wheel of a car in general and the car is in basic upkeep for bad weather (breaks and tires), there is NO NEED to go 10mph. I get 50, 40, 30 even if you keep in the right lane, put your hazards on, and put signs in your window that say “sorry”, but do not overreact. Again as I said in qualifying variable 1, if you are that shitty of a driver, just stay off the fucking road. Tell your boss you can’t do it, if he/she endangers you, or more importantly me, by making you come in, get a new job.

-I would argue the worst of the rain is more dangerous, more because of people. They get so skittish and cause single car crashes. Then other people see that and get confused and scared and all hell breaks loose. The thing is, a very rain slicked, dark road is kind of a motherfucker. Go slow (same guidelines as a whiteout, maybe a little faster) but more importantly give space. No one will be slamming on their breaks and skidding if you don’t attempt to see the backs of their heads. Spacing is the key here. In terms of driver skill, if you kind of suck stay in the right lane, or right middle lane on a 4 way. Take it easy. I don’t blame/feel homicidal about slow people in driving rain like I do in other situations. Just their way of saying “I’m a below average human and I just want to live”. That’ll do pig, that’ll do.

Be Weary, But Don’t Shit Your Pants

-In light-medium snow, put on your wipers and keep it going. If you are a bad driver you’ll know it here because you’ll be sweating thinking about it. Hitch a ride and save us all the trouble. That said if you go below 50 here you’re an asshole, not including obvious things like off-ramps. This is the kind of weather that is more visually unsettling than anything else. Sack up.

-Light-medium rain has to have the most absurd accident/fatality to rational creation of danger ratio. People see it and freak out, or cower in fear as my buddy did yesterday (again, yesterday was a tick above medium but still). As long as you, you know, don’t go 90 mph and you stay in your lane, you’re gonna be fine. Again it is rain so maybe be a little more aware of spacing, but that’s it. I’ll SORT of second my right lane comment when it comes to bad drivers, but in all honesty if this stuff makes you drive like you’re headed off the well aforementioned cliff, stay home.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding Me.

-Light rain, light snow, sunshine, clouds, I don’t care. Speed limits are meant to be slightly broken. People in the middle and left lane are supposed to be allowed to break them. Do not be that dick who clogs the flow of traffic especially during rush hour. If you are a shitty or slow driver, get a ride or use the T. Shit I’ll pick you up if it means I don’t have to tailgate you going 60 at 7am with open roads ahead.

*Except for you Justin Bieber. You’re time will come.

BREAKING: KFC is Getting Into the Merch Game

Yes, you read that right. Kentucky Fried Chicken is getting into the merch game and I couldn’t be happier. Sure, I only eat KFC once or twice a decade, but KFC merch? Justtt stupid enough for me to buy.

This reminds me of a few years ago when the United States Postal Service was so underwater financially that they started selling the shit mailmen wore to deliver your mail. Legit USPS hats like the one below. And goddamnit I’ll never forgive myself for not copping one.

I don’t know why I love retarded merch I just do. Maybe its that top notch public school education. Come on YOU CAN EVEN BUY THE COLONEL’S TIE!

But of course the one thing I truly need, this absolutely baller poster print of the Colonel counting stacks, is sold out. Goddamnit. It’s like the USPS hat incident all over again.

This is It. This is How I Die. Alcoholic Mountain Dew.

If you’ve ever wanted to pretend to be Aerys Targaryen and down a bottle of Wildfire, well this stuff is for you.

For anyone that knows me you know I will die defending Mountain Dew as the greatest drink the world has ever seen. It’s delicious, green poison and it had shit tons of caffeine before Red Bull was even a thing. Hell, back in college I was so broke I used to have a giant Mountain Dew and a pack of Reese’s for dinner.

BUT, I have always been extremely cautious about what I mix my booze with. You ever drink too much of a certain type of alcohol and its ruined for you forever? That’s vodka for me. The worst part about it though is that as an 18 year old you’re mixing booze with all kinds of shit and screwdrivers were the drink of choice my freshman year for whatever reason. I still remember laying in my bunk bed hung over as all hell from a bottle of Vladimir watching the NFL Draft (when it was still on Saturday afternoons). The worst part? It ruined OJ for me. I couldn’t drink orange juice for YEARS after that.

So now theres an alcoholic Mountain Dew? I want to try it. I need to try it. But its dangerous territory. I’m gonna have to force myself to just sip it like I’m taking communion because if I black out on Mountain Dew booze and ruin the soda for myself I don’t know if I can continue on in this world.

Speaking of Don Draper, Apparently He Designed the 1975 Astros Jerseys Too

draper astrosESPN Uni Watch – If you’ve ever looked at the rainbow uni and wondered who dreamed it up, the answer is the advertising firm McCann Erickson, which was hired by the Astros to redesign the team’s look for the 1975 season.

It would be fascinating to see the company’s original files and to know the identities of the people who worked on the project, right? The good news in that regard is that McCann Erickson still exists (it’s now known simply as McCann). The bad news is that a company spokesman said the firm no longer has any original sketches or other archival paperwork. The Astros haven’t saved any original documents, either. Sigh.

I can imagine the Don Draper pitch to the Houston Astros…

In your first 13 seasons you’ve never reached the playoffs, never won more than 84 games in a season, and never finished higher than third place. Now, you’re not even the only game in town. You’ve got to deal with the Texas Rangers in Arlington siphoning fans away from you. It’s time to change the conversation.

The Astros play in the state-of-the-art Astrodome. The Eighth Wonder of the World. Isn’t it time for the Astros to wear uniforms as ground breaking as their stadium? I give you the uniform of the future.

Baseball has never seen anything like this, and neither have your fans. People will flock to the Astrodome just to get a glimpse of these uniforms. They will get people talking. They will get people to forget whether or not you’re in the pennant race. And most importantly, these uniforms will get people to forget about your rivals in North Texas.

They said the Yankees never used to lose because the other teams were too busy staring at the pinstripes. Imagine playing the Astros, and staring at these.

BUY BUY BUY!

This uniform is audacious even by today’s standards. I’d love to have seen the reaction of the Old Time Baseball Guys when they got this pitch from McCann Erickson in 1975. But  it has aged quite well and is almost universally revered to this day. It has to be the most popular throwback out there. Some looks are dated and stale, but this look is still fresh.

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The Astros took a step in the right direction the last time they updated their uniforms in 2013. Hopefully the next time they make a change it’s a little bit further in this direction.

Friday Morning Randomness

Don Draper – The man who invented Throwback Thursday.

He also put the Kodak Carousel in every school in America. Without it, teachers never would have been able to share photos from their 1979 trip to Mexico City with their students for the next two decades.

Uber Will Now Deliver a Big Mac to Your Front Door

Uber, you sly sonofabitch! Look I knew UberEats was a thing because they email me about it reminding me its a thing, but I’ve got GrubHub to handle that. I don’t really want the modern day cab driver handling my food delivery. Stay in your lane, Uber. But, today I get this Woj Bomb about UberEats??

“Prepare your tastebuds! McDonald’s is now at your fingertips with UberEATS. In just a few taps you can have the McDonald’s you love, delivered to you at Uber speed, whenever you’re craving it.”

They’re going to deliver McDonalds? To my house? And I don’t have to take the 10 minutes to hit the drive through? Sign me the fuck up.

GrubHub, you have officially been put on notice. Uber already put the cab industry out of business and they’re shedding dead weight left and right (read: they fired their CEO) so who’s next? Oh GrubHub, you’re a business that relies solely on people’s laziness and other people driving for them? Welp, as Jon Taffer would say, shut it the fuck down. We’re coming for that ass. The fact that I can order a Big Mac from my couch and I don’t even have to put the PS4 sticks down is a gamechanger. Bulking season can’t start back up soon enough.