Keeping you guys in the loop of what's hip is my job and this placemarker, that isn't the right word, for the Beatles Rock Band site is cool. The audio loop must be a little ditty they recorded, you'll hate this, some Forty Years Ago!
Hat Tip: hannahighpoint
Timeout Coach I gotta update my Twitter:
It might be the next big thing in online social networking, but Milwaukee Bucks coach Scott Skiles isn't a big fan of Twitter.
At least not when one of his players is posting from the Bucks' locker room during halftime of a critical game.
Bucks forward Charlie Villanueva got a talking-to from Skiles after the coach learned Villanueva posted a message to his Twitter feed -- a "tweet" -- from his mobile phone during halftime of Sunday's home victory over the Boston Celtics.
"We made a point to Charlie and the team that it's nothing we ever want to happen again," Skiles said after practice Tuesday. "You know, [we] don't want to blow it out of proportion. But anything that gives the impression that we're not serious and focused at all times is not the correct way we want to go about our business."
Using the screen name "CV31" -- Villanueva's initials and jersey number -- Villanueva posted the following message during halftime Sunday:
"In da locker room, snuck to post my twitt. We're playing the Celtics, tie ball game at da half. Coach wants more toughness. I gotta step up."
And he did. Villanueva finished with a team-high 19 points as the Bucks, who are trying desperately to hold on to the final playoff spot in the Eastern Conference, beat the Celtics 86-77.
Villanueva said Tuesday that he didn't think the post was a big deal at the time but now understands that posting to a Web site at halftime can create the impression he isn't focused on the game.
Sometimes posts just speak for themselves:
Posted on February 13, 2009 02:38 PM by Joel Comm
My team and I came up with the idea for an iPhone fart application in summer of 2008. We knew it would be a hit. We just needed to develop it.
We took great pride in developing iFart Mobile. It was more than another iPhone application. It was a true entertainment machine with a unique interface. It didn't LOOK like an iPhone app.
When we submitted the application to Apple, it was put "in review". We were surprised because we had heard that Apple had rejected similar apps in the past.
So the app sat in review for several months.
On December 12th, I received notification that iFart Mobile had gone live in the app store. I believe there were two or three other apps that went live that day.
I immediately went into marketing mode, sending emails, making phone calls and writing press releases.
TechCrunch did an article that day, focusing on iFart Mobile and another fart app called Pull My Finger.
I've got nothing against the people who make Pull My Finger. In my opinion, their app was inferior to ours. My team and I strongly believed that when people were given a choice between the two, iFart would be the clear winner.
We were right. People LOVE iFart! We've been written about in dozens of publications all over the world, and my blog entries detailing our rank-to-sales numbers are now legendary in the iPhone development and tech community.
Pull My Finger debuted high on the iTunes charts, but fell very quickly as word of iFart Mobile spread. Combined with my direct marketing campaign to editors all over the web, iFart became a cultural phenomenon while the other app drifted into obscurity.
So it is time change weekend and here I am looping about my latest obsession, Fantasy Football. I am thinking do I have the right players, the teams they will face and will this year be the year?
What happened to me?
I used to enjoy football as a game!
Not like some green shaded accountant concerned about cooking the books or whatever accountants do
I don’t care if the teams win so much as I am concerned that they score 40 points!
This is not Good Zuddies. This is Bad, WAY BAD!
What’s next wanting to read the scores in the Wall Street Journal?
I can’t afford to become some Fantasy Football Fag who spends his day lining up the next 20-point free- agent!
Go on you can say it, it won’t hurt my feelings, I am a Big Boy
I do feel queer though
Not that there is anything wrong with that
I am down with that if that is what I am, a Fantasy Football Fag
There are worse things.
Hell in a few days we will have a Black President. Who am I to question anything?
A broke ass blogger with nothing better to do than blog in the middle of the night about obsessions and fears.
I don’t think I am homophobic.
Some of my best friends, well… I am cool with the whole gay thing, they just… well, next topic.
See what happens when you try to be open?
Every thing becomes unclear.
Look, what I am trying to say is fantasy football ruined my Sundays
I have lost a key part of my life and it makes me wonder what has the NFL has gained as a result, besides all these anally compulsive nerds gathering in watering holes getting their freak on figuring out what the best team is.
What have we become as a people?
Will Obama fix that as well?
How am I better off today? What makes my life better? How are we preventing terrorists from flying into tall buildings spending our weeks in the autumn season obsessing over how many points Larry Johnson is going to score?
And by the way that dude messed up! He screwed me out of a championship with his spitting problem.
I am so done with this mess!
I can’t get a 25-point running back at mid season. Are you kidding me? This is serious stuff and he is spiting drinks at ladies.
Well I guess I beat that Dead Horse enough.
I want to thank all of you for clicking in and hope you have a Fantastic Fantasy Football Day and lets not spare the Horses!
Dude got 21 years last nite
He's an asshole now
But he used to be cool
Used to be funny and charming
But the years or his girl have soured him.
Used to be in the skilled trades, hanging drywall
But he became a broker, then a realtor
Can't still be doing that
But maybe
I asked him, he gave me that trademark evil charming sinister smile
And said he was
Always wonder whats behind that smile.
You never know 'bout some of the folks you meet at meetings
they talk all this righteous trash
And ya know its from years of doing it
So how do you know its real?
But then you realize it doesn't matter
Its all an act-
Knew a girl once
Moved in and everything
In seven months she had me nailed
It's an Act!
I just just smiled and moved out-
Left the key, when I did
Blew her away with that
Didn't see that coming, did you bitch?
Love this banner which I see changes weekly. Not sure what a Conceptship is but its pleasing to the eye and that's all a moron like me is looking for. A nice image to inagurtate ZuD's return to sampling sites on the internet.
