further adventures in Jed York being unsuited for his position
Hi everyone, just wondering what people's experiences were between Comcast and DirectTV, specifically in Ann Arbor. I need a service to go along w/ my new HD TV.
I def. want to be able to watch all UM football/bball/hockey, which is one of the major reasons for me getting cable to begin with.
I currently have only Comcast internet...so I already know how much their customer service sucks. Does anyone have any experience with both services and is willing to swear by one or the other? Quality, bang for buck, etc.
This article is about a factory making apparel for the US college market paying 3 1/2 times the "minimum wage [Dominican Republic]" to factory workers. The most prominant name here is Duke University; I wish it were UM. The most telling quotation:
. . . some critics view the living wage as do-gooder mumbo-jumbo . . .
(So much for human decency.)
I don't understand the legalisms or economics of U.-sporting apparel hook-ups, but I wonder if anyone has an idea if UM can get involved in something as socially redeeming as this, without falling afoul of the Adidas relationship?
I'm pretty new here, and this topic is about as far off topic as possible, but I feel like I must share as I bask in the glow of gloriously sweet vindication...
I'll preface this story by saying that through my childhood, I was always on the borderline, treading the line between being the good kid and the hellion. I've been TPing, I've set fireworks out in front of a house before, I've ding dong ditched. But even as a stupid kid, I understood moderation. For the most part, I was a respectful kid.
Fast forward 15 years. I've got a six month old boy, a wife, dog, and nice quiet house in the suburbs - of Columbus. Three months ago, my quiet little slice of Americana was violated by what I had assumed to be a preadolescent douchebag kid. That's right, I was the innocent target of a rash of ding dong ditches. Two or three times a week, multiple times a night. Hardcore shit. Karma you say? No, I've shoveled enough shit since my dumb years that I've worked off that debt.
So tonight, I caught the little SOB. I've thrown drunk idiots out of bars since I was 21, I've heard every word in the book come out of the mouth of some cockface who didn't agree with being cut off. The utter feeling of justice that I felt after chasing this kid down felt better than all of them put together.
About 30 minutes ago, the doorbell rang for the second time of the night. I've tried chasing the kid out the front before, nearly caught him twice. Usually, I just let it happen and stay put. Tonight, I decided to dash out the back door and hop the fence. Sure enough, the little prick was running through the neighbors back yard.
So I bolt towards the fence, it's four foot tall. I hurdle it in one stride - almost. Okay, maybe not even almost. I bit it over the fence. I'm 30 pounds heavier than my juco playing weight. I tore up my knee on the top of the fence, snapped a piece in half, and tumbled face first into the ground. But I still know how to fall. I tucked a shoulder and rolled out, unphased. The kid flew out the neighbors gate and into the front yard. I gained on him with every stride, each twice the size of his gimpy little child legs.
He still had a solid lead on me when I turned the corner, barefoot sprinting through the front yards of my neighbors. Denard F'ing Robinson couldn't have outrun me, with pure rage coursing through my veins. I think that it's the closest I will ever feel to a lion chasing his prey. Prey that just pissed on his territory.
He had no chance. None. He turned the corner into his yard with me mere feet behind, leading me to a trampoline with about 5 other 12-14 year olds. He hopped up there. They looked at me like a crazy man, they were probably only half wrong. I'll spare the details of the confrontation, but these kids learned new words to bring back to 9th grade next year. They were among the same I had learned from the drunk guys being cut off at my bar.
In synopsis, I called the cops for the first time ever. The officer was cool about it, I just let him know that I had an infant that woke up each time, and even though I used to do stupid stuff as a kid, I wanted these kids to shit themselves. I also told him I'd buy him a beer next time he came in to the bar off duty. He went back there, stirred up shit, and called it a night. I came back here feeling like Sherlock Holmes mixed with Frank Mir. And then I realized that while they would celebrate by clubbing down their enemies with midget strippers, I was back here posting on a blog. I guess the family life has calmed me down.
PS - the only thing I think that started this is I've been putting a patio in my yard, each day decked out in Michigan gear. Little prick bastard Buckeye.
It seems that the people of Columbus are so fat that they routinely require the fire department to use special over 650 pound (!!!!) stretchers. Wow. Is this why Boren prefers living in Columbus as opposed to Ann Arbor?
I assume these people need stretchers because they rush to a fridge and break a leg (and gravy pours out).
It's the off-season, so I feel that if we can have 20 bobblathon threads we can have 2 threads on what will probably be the highest-grossing film of the year.
There are spoilers in this thread.
If you want to see this movie (and you should!) leave now. If you don't leave, you deserve anything you get.
Getting things started with some bullets....
- Holy f---. Did this movie ever slow down? I felt like it was the fastest 2.5 hours of my life.
- I'm fuzzy on some of the rules of the dream worlds - how did Cobb and Mal spend 50 years in their dreams? Did I miss something on that one? Did they have some kinda sedative? (EDIT: Aware of exponential time increases - thought they were in level one (L1) for 50 L1 years. Someone below said they were in limbo at this time).
- I believe the top fell. Why? Because I want to, which is most important. One main reason I believe this, though, is that early on in the film when he spins the top wouldn't it not fall as well?
- If he is asleep and Mal was right, then what is the number of layers we're looking at? Snow Mtn would then be 4, not 3. The van would be 2, not 1, etc.
- When Cobb went to find Saito, did he go down another layer?
Can't wait to go see it again. Even though I think I have a good grasp on things, I'm sure there are opinions/aspects that would provide some new dimensions that I had not considered.