It amazes me that so much mayhem can ensue from something that’s so trivial in the overall scheme of things. Hear me out on this one, sports fans. This rant is not about you. It’s about a specific subset of idiots who apparently overdosed on beer and testosterone.

It’s no surprise to most readers that I don’t “get” sports. Never have. My dad gave me all the necessary training (since all boys are supposed to like sports, right?) and I was forced into junior high P.E. classes that pretty much put me right off physical activity for years to come, so I have a pretty good grasp of all the rules and the structures. I understand how most sports work. I just don’t care. That said, I recognize and understand that other people are just as baffled by my obsession with 1970s cop shows and dark, moody films from the 1940s and 1950s.

And that’s just it: I think of sporting events in pretty much the same way I think of movies and TV shows. They’re something you watch for a few hours to amuse yourself. It’s a form of entertainment, just like a play or a concert.  Maybe a sporting event is a little more interactive than some forms of entertainment (much like The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which I also never “got”) and maybe that causes people to be a little more passionate sometimes. But whatever a sporting event is, it’s certainly not something you get in fistfights or start burning things over. What the hell is wrong with these people? Where is their fucking perspective?

If I’m going to start a riot, it’s going to be about something a little more important than a movie or a hockey game.

Two days in, I must say that I never knew how much I wanted an AppleTV until I got one. The streaming Netflix is quite amazing as is being able to access my whole iTunes library wirelessly. The coolest thing, though, is the way it integrates with the iPad. It’s cool enough using it as a remote (with a very useful real keyboard) but my favorite trick now is to start watching something on Netflix and then pick up exactly where I left off on the iPad later in bed or the bathroom.

I’ve not really been the “splurgy” sort in a long time (was I ever?) but these recent upgrades to my video universe–I call them my “divorce splurges”–have been quite satisfying. The AppleTV was my reward for some good news I’m not really supposed to talk about for a few more days, but it has something to do with this.

Other cool stuff:

• Cool app. This is the kind of stuff we’re trying to get into at work these days.
• Bullet point 2.
• Bullet point 3.
• Yeah, I’m tired and I’m going to bed now.

Voice of the Beehive
I Say Nothing (1987)

Just one of those disposable yet catchy songs from my youth that I’d sort of forgotten about. Plus the title seems appropriate since I don’t seem to have anything of much interest to talk about this week…

I don’t think this picture quite gets it but the sky was really fucking creepy on the way home tonight.