Things That Have Me Riled Up – Part II

It is March Madness and I am totally chill and not riled up at all because I did not succumb to do a bracket this year (although my pick to take it all is Wichita State).  I just wanted to enjoy the games and not worry about losing $100.  I love college basketball.  Hell – I played college basketball, so it is near and dear to my heart!  But – I am totally enjoying March Madness since I have not committed to the sweet sixteen, the elite 8 and the final four.

Loving the games

Loving the games

So……what has me riled up?  Well – I am going back a couple of weeks to some news breaking info, but this is what I have been stewing about:

1)  The NFL banning the N word – I know that this is a really hot topic, but the whole concept baffles me. Not because the NFL wants to ban use of the N-word, but because black athletes use the N-word all of the time and think that it’s OK!  And use of that word is not just relegated to athletes……you hear African Americans calling each other the N-word all of the time.  It’s not a term of endearment no matter how you try to spin it. I can’t even bring myself to write out the whole word because it is so offensive and denigrating.  (The word “denigrating” is a form of the N-word in a sense – and means to blacken something as in blackening a person’s character (Webster Dictionary) which is what the N-word implies).  Oh geez….did I really just put parentheses inside parentheses?

I don’t know if mostly white refs legislating the use of the N-word on the gridiron is plausible, but I’m glad that this whole issue has been brought to the forefront. Kids today have no idea what the connotations of the N-word really mean.  They are so used to using that word that it has lost all meaning to them.  Today’s youth need to be reminded of how demoralizing and hurtful the N-word was to their grandparents and great-grandparents. I think it’s a shame that African American sports role models would so readily disparage the efforts of Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, and all those who fought relentlessly for equality.

No surprise that Richard Sherman opposes legislating the n-word on the football field

No surprise that Richard Sherman opposes legislating the N-word on the football field….

And would Richard Sherman just stop tweeting?  We know, we know……he’s the best effing corner in the league and you better agree with it cuz he will “mistweet” you on twitter.

2) Taking down the Flappy Bird app – who in their right mind removes an app that is making you $50,000/day?  Vietnamese creator of Flappy Bird, Dong Nguyen, proved he was a real dong by removing his money-producing app because he felt it had become an “addictive product.”  Dude – that’s what commerce in this country is all about – getting the consumer hooked on your product!  It’s called success!  It’s what we all wish we could do!  Within a 24 hour period of Flappy Bird being pulled, there were 293 new iOS apps released by the App store and 95 of those were Flappy Bird clones.

So – I’ve thrown my hat in the app-world ring.  I have ingeniously come up with a combination Flappy Bird/N-word app of my own.  I have combined my “Riled Up -Part II” emotions into a potential business! At the risk of my app being stolen by some shithead, I am debuting it here on my blog.    Yes – this is a combination app of 2 very hot topics and could possibly be the next million dollar concept.  Granted my graphics are rudimentary, but that could be rectified by some 8 year-old nerd that I plan on employing to work up a prototype.  So – I am counting on all 6 of you readers of my blog to go to bat for me when this goes to litigation and vouch for the fact that you saw it here first.

Here is my debut “Ref the N-word” app:

Ref the N-Word App

Ref the N-Word App

You saw it here first, folks!  The new “Ref the N-word” app!  Sweet!


Things That Have Me Riled Up!

So much has been happening in the news lately, that it’s hard to keep up with everything.  But I’ve tucked away some gems that I plan on expounding on so you’re gonna want to stay tuned to Reflections of a Sunburnt Mind!

Although old news, I have to say that keeping tabs on all the Olympic events was exhausting!  There were sports that I never heard of.  As excited as I was for the Olympics to start, I was just as happy to see them end.

Because I have a lot to rant, rave and reflect on, I am going to highlight 2 at a time over the next week or so.  I don’t want to overwhelm you with my plethora of keen observations.  Feel free to agree, disagree, or just shake your head at the lost cause that I’ve become.  My diatribes won’t be in chronological order…..this sunburnt mind is too scattered for that!

Welcome to the first 2 tirades:

1)  The Winter Olympics –   The fact of the matter is that for most of the Olympics, I was in a Mucinex-induced coma.  The whole stress of run after run of slaloms and bobsleds, just drained me.  I was in no condition to deal with being suffocatingly congested AND the anxiety of the US not qualifying for a gold medal run in what seemed like 1,000 different sports.  And the “let’s cross country ski till our whole body shakes and then shoot at a target” event is just  moronic.  Do we really want trembling arms and hands supported by wobbly legs  shooting a deadly weapon?  Hmmmm…… that might be a good way to take out a couple of Russians (I’m only kidding!).  But really- skiing with a rifle on your back is just not a safe practice and I think the Olympic Committee needs to reevaluate that whole sport before someone shoots their eye out.

Does this look safe to you?

Does this look safe to you?

But really – the amazing thing about the Olympics was that the US cleaned house on the extreme sports like slopestyle and halfpipe (terms so new that autocorrect goes absolutely nuts cuz it doesn’t know what the hell you’re trying to type!).  We have some gnarly dudes that can execute twists and turns in really high mid-air, land completely backward, and cross the finish line in record time looking all cool and chill.  Then they flash hand signs that might mean something like, “I could use a beer” or “I just crapped myself.”  But all of us saps watching at home are just ecstatic that the US got a medal in SOMETHING because we pretty much sucked at speed skating (don’t blame the suits, man!); figure skating; ice hockey; and a bunch of other stuff.

Good thing these guys showed up!

Good thing these guys showed up!  Slopestyle winners!


Now….onto a totally different subject…….I am a sucker for The Bachelor show.  I don’t know why……I must have some psychological deficiency.  Actually, I’m just stupid……so – here’s my views on the conclusion of the show:

2) Bachelor Juan Pablo is a narcissistic jerk.  The near-hostility on the “After the Final Rose” show was awkward and palpable. Not seen by viewers- as soon as the After the Rose show was over, Juan Pabs asked Chris if they were done and then he and Nikki walked off the stage before Harrison could even tell the audience they were leaving.  Usually the couple hangs around and talks with Harrison and the audience (I’m a veteran of this show…I know what I’m talkin’ about here). Harrison and the audience were stunned to see them walk off the stage and out of the studio without so much as a wave goodbye.  This was a slap in the face to ABC and The Bachelor producers who pretty much dictate how the show should end (after all – they’ve spent millions flying these people all over the world and affording them the most luxurious of accommodations).  But Juan Pabs (and Nikki??) have ended their edition of The Bachelor on their own terms…..which means JP’s way.  I mean really – the guy is so into himself he should just put that Neil Lane ring on his own finger.  If he could make out with himself, I’m sure he would…..oh wait a minute – he CAN make out with himself! Good thing, too, cuz once Nikki leaves him, I think  this Don Juan may have trouble finding a girl that will even look at him.  But as Juan Pabs were to say, “Look at me…..look at me!  It’s OK.”

Nikki's thrilled that she got a rose instead of a ring

Nikki’s thrilled that she got a rose instead of a ring, but….it’s OK

Stay tuned for another installment of more stuff that has me riled up!

This Cold Winter is my Fault

Hey everybody!  Sorry for not blogging for awhile.  I’m such a slacker.  The flu and work-life has had me down for too long.  I didn’t feel like drinking wine for something like 3 weeks.  It was awful!  I even went to the doctor.  When I called to schedule an appointment, the receptionist asked me what my symptoms were and I told her that I had no desire to drink wine.  I heard her gasp (and I’m pretty sure her hand went straight to her heart), and she got me in right away…..she knows me.

This is when I know I am sick!

This is when I know I am sick!

Anyway – now that I am back in the living world, I’ve noticed how freakin’ cold it has been for what…..something like 9 months now???  It’s March 2nd and in my neck of the woods (which apparently still has ticks floating around since my dog just tested positive for Lyme Disease), it is -2 degrees!  This weather is just plain stupid!  So…….why is this winter so different from those in the past?  After several glasses of wine, the answer revealed itself to me (or maybe it was just a hallucination).  I know that meteorologists and researchers have been scrounging for answers as to why this winter has been so harsh.  And the Farmer’s Almanac is usually right 5% of the time.  If only the “experts” had consulted with me, because I KNOW WHY THIS WINTER HAS BEEN AWFUL!

Are you ready for this??  This winter has been so terrible because……..I ACTUALLY WISHED FOR THIS KIND OF WEATHER!  It’s true and terribly hard to believe.  It really is my fault…..totally. I take full responsibility at the risk of becoming reviled by every US citizen (and most illegal immigrants) east of the Mississippi (and west, too).

I take full responsibility

It really is my fault……sorry

This is what happened.  For the past several years, the east coast has experienced relatively mild winters and….quite frankly –  that has made me mad.  I hate 40 degree weather… after day of depressing dreariness. It’s that cold-ish, moist, grey weather that is just plain gross and makes living in this area a questionable location choice.  Who wants to live in climate limbo between winter and spring?  Snow vs. rain/sleet?  Cold vs. blah?

Last year when all of this in-between-ness with the weather was going on AGAIN, I distinctly remember saying to my husband, “D*mn it!  This weather is f*d!  I would rather have it cold than this 40 degree sh*t. (I didn’t really cuss like that, but you get the idea).  If it was going to be gross weather, then darn it….just give me cold!  The hell with this middle of the road, depressing slop that is the typical central PA clime!

So, yeah……I had clearly proclaimed that I preferred cold and snow over rain and grey skies.  I declared that winter should be winter and not a bunch of crappy drizzly days strung together.  In my defense, I probably lamented about the weather these last couple of years after having copious amounts of wine (even though I think I made those statements right smack dab in the middle of the work day….which might indicate that I have a drinking problem).  The fact of that matter was that I was sick and tired of awakening to grey mornings and enduring mid-40’s mist-laden days.  I consistently had to don an umbrella when I should have been wearing mittens.  I wore boots in January to wade through pot-holed puddles instead of tromping through piles of beautiful fluffy snow drifts.

The first of many snowfalls

The first of many snowfalls

We’re in the deep freeze, folks,  because I asked for it.    I didn’t mean for tons of snow and ice to descend upon us.  I just wanted 2 or 3 inches of downy delicate snow here and there.  I didn’t mean for 8 -12 inches at a time to pound the area.  And I certainly didn’t intend for the plethora of snow that once blanketed this area to morph into treacherous icy ground cover.

                                                                                It's even a challenge for sure-footed pets

It’s even a challenge for sure-footed pets

But – I ask you – what has happened with global warming?  Where are we at with that whole thing right now?

Nothing like sitting by a nice warm fire

Nothing like sitting by a nice warm fire

I thought that the temperature of the earth’s surface was supposed to be increasing.  The air temperature was rising as well. Winters were to become shorter.  Read that again…..winter’s were to become shorter!  Sure – there were  negative repercussions such as melting ice caps that affect wildlife,  extreme weather events, and rising sea levels.  But on a positive note – global warming was supposed to result in decreased snow cover in the Northern Hemisphere.  So – why didn’t that happen this year?  Because…….for some reason,  a higher power (God, in my book……) granted my request  of a “winter’s winter” instead of the in-between crap that we usually get.  So – yeah….I am totally to blame.  I asked for it……and now look where we are.

Go ahead and unfriend me on Facebook if that makes you feel better.  I deserve it.  Egg my house if you know where I live.  In August when the weather breaks, I’ll clean it off.

But – please accept my apologies for wishing this frigid winter on all of us.  I will never make such an invocation again…I promise.  I will welcome those endless disgusting cloudy moisture-laden days.  I will gladly raise my bumbershoot in joyous celebration of rain instead of snow!  I hope you all forgive me for my wishful thinking for a cold winter.  I’ve learned my lesson.  See you on Facebook……or maybe not.