Author: Sean

My Content Management System has decide to barf on me. I'm headed home to try and fix it. Yay!

This was how I watched last week's game, alone on my couch. Please join me this Sunday. I promise not to wear my Terrible Towel as a doo rag. (Sorry, philly fans. For your safety the offer is not open to you.)

On a side note, at that festival in PA, there was a booth selling hundreds of themed doo rags, including Steelers one. Yikes.

My f-i-l queued me into a new feature of Google's Picasa Web Albums: face recognition. Via a very simple interface, you can teach the system to recognize your friends and family and tag your photos appropriately. It's only on the web albums now, but I imagine it will soon be available for the client software version. I have thousand of digital photos that I can't wait to tag with names. Imagine being able to see all the shots of yourself when you visit. Exciting.

On a side note, I don't trust Google. I bet the security cameras of the world now "know" Sean.

And I'm a bit heavier than I used to be.

Who wants to climb mountains until I leave my gut on top of one?

The memorial lights from Brooklyn Heights. Always a sad day.

The hot days of 2008 are officially now known as the summer of shit. I thought long and hard about how or if I should blog this. I decided to go ahead because I wanted to remember all the kindness the family received during a very difficult time. This summer, after a brief battle with brain cancer, my father passed away on August 29th.

The only positives of this very sad season are the fact I was able to make it home often and the unbelievable support from friends and family. The cancer was a bowl full a shit, but so many folks stopped by with spoons that I have a whole new faith in humanity and love of my hometown. I loved my father very much. He was my friend and hero. He will be missed.

Today's shot is his tractor with a keg of beer in the trailer. He'd of liked that.

Ladies and gentleman, presenting your 2008 Altoona Trout! This is the team assembled to defend the World Championship of the League of Extraordinary Drunks.

Starters:

• QB – Matt "Burgher" Schaub
• RB – Joseph "The Tool" Addai
• RB – Frank "Blood" Gore
• WR – Calvin "Bad Boy"Johnson
• WR – Jericho "Thunder Crotch" Cotchery
• WR – Brandon "Unforgettable" Marshall
• TE – Kellen "The Warrier [sic]" Winslow
• K – Mason "Bing" Crosby
• Def – TBD

Reserves:

• QB – Vince "The Promise" Young
• RB – Edgerrin "Big Papa" James
• RB – Maurice "The Piece" Jones-Drew
• WR – Reggie "Uptown" Brown
• WR – Ted "Rat-a-tat" Ginn Jr.
• TE – Owen "Waivers Bound" Daniels

So, clearly a champion team. You may wonder why I don't have a defense. It's because I am a really good (CHAMPIONSHIP) coach and I know you can always get a decent D or kicker on waivers.

Schaub?!?! You might also mutter. Have no fear. The Pittsburgh native will hurl the Trout once again to the playoffs. Last year I beat Tom Brady in the final with Kurt Warner. After all, it's not called Reality Football.

Go Trout!

Yesterday was Draft Day for the League of Extraordinary Drunks. I’ll be introducing this year’s team some time this week, so I won’t spoil the surprise. I will say it’s another ecclectic scrappy bunch.

My wife walks in on what you see in today’s pic and pauses to reevaluate her life’s decisions. You may ask yourself, how did I get this car…or how did I marry a nerd?!

Go Trout!

• Rolling Stone is losing the large format. This would really bum me out if I hadn't stopped reading it right after tenth grade and my classic rock phase ended.
• The Black & Tan Turtle reminds me that I haven't had a Black & Tan in years.
• Mad Men season 2 is even better than season 1. It's just so freakin' good. Don Draper is now the hero to which we all aspire. I dream of nonchalantly teaching my five-year-old how to make a Tom Collins from the divan.
• Boy, other than this woman, the Olympians sure are weird. The Chinese women's gymnastics team are either all six years old or really, really weird. And there is no more 10 anymore, just some weird 16. Eff that. When I watch gymnastics (which is the result of some serious puppy dog eyes by my wife) all I can shout is "Kerri Strug did it better…on ONE LEG!" Seriously, why don't they just replay that . Man, the only thing I hate worse than the Summer Olympics is the Winter Olympics.
• Finally, today's pic is some gorillas, which apparently there are a lot more of than we thought. Huh.

It's a boring summer here at the site. I've got stories but there just not meant for the Internets. Today's pic is garden market squash and zucchini in red sauce with a nice Rioja. It could be my favorite lunch ever.