Monday, January 31, 2011
F*ck El Nina or El Nino (or whichever the hell it is)
For the record: I am Really Really Sick of the WIND.
I just got in from another run - make that another "winter, freeze my ass off in the friggin' cold and blustery g*d damned wind". And I am paying for this [shout out to my coach, Matt L - the bane of my existence, the sysiphysian sadist who controls my universe - haha, just kidding).
Perhaps you sense my implied and oh-so-subtle annoyance, nay, frustration, with the weather lately.
As I wrote a few weeks ago, I really don't mind running in the snow, nor the wind. It is simply a reality of living in our climate. As an example, tonite, as I often do, I ran out on the Leslie Street Spit - where it was minus 25 (-25!!!) with the wind chill - quite doable, for sure; but, the wind was gusting at 30-35km from the NE - wicked [and might I add, not nearly as strong as, say, Hurricane Wilma* (see below) like it was last week, when the wind hit 65km from the north - cold, relentless and vicious; why was out there??]. Cold? Ya, and then some. Fun? Not so much.
(for those of you on whom droll wit is lost, this is NOT the same Hurricane Wilma I am referring to...).
But I digress - my point is, damn it, can we not have just one day without that wind ripping off the water? Just one run where I don't have to mentally sigh, knowing that the effortless pace heading out will be, at the turn around, a merciless pummeling that threatens the very core of my sanity. Just an easy windless day where I can focus on the run, listening to my breathing and music, not the freight train of the wind destroying my every nerve?
And, speaking of music, have you ever tried to listen to your tunes over the howling cacophony of the relentless wind thundering around you? You end up cranking the volume to the point where it is past the decibel level of a 747 landing 15 feet away from you - ya, really healthy for the long term good of your ears/hearing.
I have had so many runs this season in the wind, where it has reached epic proportions, that I have begun to think of the wind not as simply an air mass developed over the ocean or a mountain range thousands of kilometers away, but rather, as my arch nemesis, a foe to be conquered, an enemy to be wrestled to the ground and vanquished (I love "super hero" analogies - a work by-product!). I have taken an inanimate force of nature and in a sense, anthropomorphized it. So, I guess I don't run solo - I am always with my old friend, Mr. Wind.
And so, while I take no issue with the mantra that my old friend Billy H hammered home when we used to train for Ironman together, that the "wind is my friend", tonite, I wished had no friends. Tonite, I wished I had run without my friend the wind.
Running solo, sans wind...ah, just imagine.
And don't even get me started on the shrinkage - if you think George Castanza had issues, try running in minus 25 with tights...
run quiet
Johnny Boy
Friday, January 28, 2011
I Feel The Need - the Need for Speed!
Is Maverick Now Flying for China?
A few days ago, China Central Television showed footage of what they claimed was an air force training exercise conducted on January 23. From the looks of things, they were actually just playing clips from Top Gun.
The clips in question were reportedly aired during the News Broadcast program on China Central Television, the major state television broadcast company. They supposedly showed a J-10 fighter firing a missile at another aircraft during a practice exercise.
But an internet commenter quickly pointed out that the aircraft the J-10 was shown shooting down was an F-5, an American aircraft, and the very one Tom Cruise guns down in a scene from Top Gun. Comparing frames from the CCTV broadcast (left) and Top Gun (right), well, they're lookin' pretty much identical.
So that's amusing. There's no word yet on whether or not the Chinese fighter pilots engaged in any beach volleyball after the exercises.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Pre: Jan 25, 1951 - May 30, 1975
Steve Prefontaine – Going the Distance
With fitness guru Jack LaLanne passing over the weekend, it’s a fitting occasion to look back on the short life and lasting inspiration of runner Steve Prefontaine, who would have been 60 years old today.
Born in Coos Bay, Oregon to a father of French-Canadian descent and a mother of German ancestry, Prefontaine showed little early interest in running. Though he was an active child, he preferred team sports like football, baseball and basketball. Coaches, however, told him he lacked the necessary size to excel in these sports. Another physical attribute didn’t help – one of his legs was shorter than the other.
But he noticed during an 8th grade P.E. class that he could outrun most other kids. This led him to pursue cross country distance running. His freshman year at Marshfield High School, he finished 53rd in the state meet – not bad for a kid in his first year of the sport, but a result that gave no hint of the heights he would achieve.
He upped his training regimen in the off season, participating in spring track & field in order to work on his running technique. Summers, he worked on high-mileage runs. The fall of his sophomore year, he placed sixth – a leap of 47 places. But it wasn’t good enough. Prefontaine wanted to win. Obessed with success, he overtrained in the winter, leading to a poor track and field season that spring. But by the time his junior year rolled around, he was better rested. The result? He won every single meet he competed in and took first in the state meet. He would win it again his senior year, and would break the national high school record for the two-mile at 8:41.5.
This drew the attention of legendary University of Oregon coach Bill Bowerman. A pioneer in the sport of jogging, Bowerman was the central figure in making it a national fitness craze. Though it's hard to imagine now, in the 1960s nobody ran for fun or fitness. You couldn’t just walk into any shoe store and buy running shoes, there were no jogging paths, no 5K charity fun runs and if you saw your neighbor huffing down the sidewalk some cold winter morning, you’d probably worry she’d lost her mind. All that began changing in 1962 when Bowerman, inspired by a jogging club in New Zealand, imported the practice to the United States. In 1966, he co-wrote Jogging with the help of a cardiologist, and the book would go on to sell over a million copies. Bowerman also made a handshake agreement that he’d help Phil Knight develop and market running shoes and thus became cofounder of a little company we now know as Nike.
At the University of Oregon, he’d already coached the Ducks to three NCAA track and field championships before Prefontaine arrived. It didn’t take a great coach to tell that Prefontaine had talent, but Bowerman and his assistant Bill Dellinger faced a challenge in containing the brash 19-year-old who arrived at their school in 1969. He was prone to pushing himself too hard in training, and wasn’t good at pacing himself, at saving his best for last. He liked to flat out run as hard as he could, all the time.
Born in Coos Bay, Oregon to a father of French-Canadian descent and a mother of German ancestry, Prefontaine showed little early interest in running. Though he was an active child, he preferred team sports like football, baseball and basketball. Coaches, however, told him he lacked the necessary size to excel in these sports. Another physical attribute didn’t help – one of his legs was shorter than the other.
But he noticed during an 8th grade P.E. class that he could outrun most other kids. This led him to pursue cross country distance running. His freshman year at Marshfield High School, he finished 53rd in the state meet – not bad for a kid in his first year of the sport, but a result that gave no hint of the heights he would achieve.
He upped his training regimen in the off season, participating in spring track & field in order to work on his running technique. Summers, he worked on high-mileage runs. The fall of his sophomore year, he placed sixth – a leap of 47 places. But it wasn’t good enough. Prefontaine wanted to win. Obessed with success, he overtrained in the winter, leading to a poor track and field season that spring. But by the time his junior year rolled around, he was better rested. The result? He won every single meet he competed in and took first in the state meet. He would win it again his senior year, and would break the national high school record for the two-mile at 8:41.5.
This drew the attention of legendary University of Oregon coach Bill Bowerman. A pioneer in the sport of jogging, Bowerman was the central figure in making it a national fitness craze. Though it's hard to imagine now, in the 1960s nobody ran for fun or fitness. You couldn’t just walk into any shoe store and buy running shoes, there were no jogging paths, no 5K charity fun runs and if you saw your neighbor huffing down the sidewalk some cold winter morning, you’d probably worry she’d lost her mind. All that began changing in 1962 when Bowerman, inspired by a jogging club in New Zealand, imported the practice to the United States. In 1966, he co-wrote Jogging with the help of a cardiologist, and the book would go on to sell over a million copies. Bowerman also made a handshake agreement that he’d help Phil Knight develop and market running shoes and thus became cofounder of a little company we now know as Nike.
At the University of Oregon, he’d already coached the Ducks to three NCAA track and field championships before Prefontaine arrived. It didn’t take a great coach to tell that Prefontaine had talent, but Bowerman and his assistant Bill Dellinger faced a challenge in containing the brash 19-year-old who arrived at their school in 1969. He was prone to pushing himself too hard in training, and wasn’t good at pacing himself, at saving his best for last. He liked to flat out run as hard as he could, all the time.
“Some people create with words or with music or with a brush and paints,” Prefontaine said. “I like to make something beautiful when I run. I like to make people stop and say, 'I've never seen anyone run like that before.' It's more than just a race, it's a style.”
That style endeared him to the public, and soon fans were packing Oregon’s Hayward Field to watch him. Throughout his collegiate career, Prefontaine was virtually unbeatable, never losing a race that was more than one mile long and winning 3 NCAA Cross Country Championships and 4 straight NCAA Track & Field Championships. The only year he didn’t take the cross country title was in 1972, when he sat out to compete in the Munich Olympic Games.
The Olympics would provide Prefontaine with his only big career disappointment. Leading the 5,000 meters after the first mile, he was overtaken by Finland’s Lasse Viren and then in a last ditch effort to catch Viren, ended up tiring himself out and dropping all the way to fourth. On one level, the finish probably didn’t bother Prefontaine. He might have been able to coast into second, but that wasn’t his style. It was gold or it was nothing.
By the time he was 24 years old, he held the American record in all 8 events between 2,000 and 10,000 meters. He was the biggest track and field star in the country, but you wouldn’t have guessed if you’d visited his home. In the 1970s, the rules for retaining the amateur status needed to compete in the Olympics stipulated that Prefontaine could make no more than $3 a day from running. He worked part-time in a bar and lived in a trailer while he trained for the 1976 Montreal Olympics.
But he would never get his gold. On May 30, 1975, Prefontaine was returning from a party near the University of Oregon campus when he swerved into another car. His MGB convertible flipped, pinning him underneath, and he died from his injuries. Disputed blood alcohol tests showed he was over the legal limit at the time of the accident.
Today, fans still visit the site of his crash, leaving running shoes, race medals and other tokens at what is now the Prefontaine Memorial Park. Two feature films were made about his short life, and each year in his hometown of Coos Bay, a memorial 10K race is held in his honor. On the 30th anniversary of his death, Nike aired commemorative TV commercials to honor the runner who’d helped catapult distance running into the national consciousness. And he still holds a special place in the hearts of fellow runners.
Alberto Salazar, former American record holder in the 5,000 and 10,000 meters and three-time winner of the New York City Marathon, said, "Pre inspired a whole generation of American distance runners to excel. He made running cool. He created the whole idea of training really hard and going for it."
That style endeared him to the public, and soon fans were packing Oregon’s Hayward Field to watch him. Throughout his collegiate career, Prefontaine was virtually unbeatable, never losing a race that was more than one mile long and winning 3 NCAA Cross Country Championships and 4 straight NCAA Track & Field Championships. The only year he didn’t take the cross country title was in 1972, when he sat out to compete in the Munich Olympic Games.
The Olympics would provide Prefontaine with his only big career disappointment. Leading the 5,000 meters after the first mile, he was overtaken by Finland’s Lasse Viren and then in a last ditch effort to catch Viren, ended up tiring himself out and dropping all the way to fourth. On one level, the finish probably didn’t bother Prefontaine. He might have been able to coast into second, but that wasn’t his style. It was gold or it was nothing.
By the time he was 24 years old, he held the American record in all 8 events between 2,000 and 10,000 meters. He was the biggest track and field star in the country, but you wouldn’t have guessed if you’d visited his home. In the 1970s, the rules for retaining the amateur status needed to compete in the Olympics stipulated that Prefontaine could make no more than $3 a day from running. He worked part-time in a bar and lived in a trailer while he trained for the 1976 Montreal Olympics.
But he would never get his gold. On May 30, 1975, Prefontaine was returning from a party near the University of Oregon campus when he swerved into another car. His MGB convertible flipped, pinning him underneath, and he died from his injuries. Disputed blood alcohol tests showed he was over the legal limit at the time of the accident.
Today, fans still visit the site of his crash, leaving running shoes, race medals and other tokens at what is now the Prefontaine Memorial Park. Two feature films were made about his short life, and each year in his hometown of Coos Bay, a memorial 10K race is held in his honor. On the 30th anniversary of his death, Nike aired commemorative TV commercials to honor the runner who’d helped catapult distance running into the national consciousness. And he still holds a special place in the hearts of fellow runners.
Alberto Salazar, former American record holder in the 5,000 and 10,000 meters and three-time winner of the New York City Marathon, said, "Pre inspired a whole generation of American distance runners to excel. He made running cool. He created the whole idea of training really hard and going for it."
Friday, January 21, 2011
Orthotics: The Debate Continues
Close Look at Orthotics Raises a Welter of Doubts
Benno M. Nigg has become a leading researcher on orthotics — those shoe inserts that many athletes use to try to prevent injuries. And what he has found is not very reassuring.
For more than 30 years Dr. Nigg, a professor of biomechanics and co-director of the Human Performance Lab at the University of Calgary in Alberta, has asked how orthotics affect motion, stress on joints and muscle activity.
Do they help or harm athletes who use them? And is the huge orthotics industry — from customized shoe inserts costing hundreds of dollars to over-the-counter ones sold at every drugstore — based on science or on wishful thinking?
His overall conclusion: Shoe inserts or orthotics may be helpful as a short-term solution, preventing injuries in some athletes. But it is not clear how to make inserts that work. The idea that they are supposed to correct mechanical-alignment problems does not hold up.
Joseph Hamill, who studies lower-limb biomechanics at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, agrees.
“We have found many of the same results,” said Dr. Hamill, professor of kinesiology and the director of the university’s biomechanics laboratory. “I guess the main thing to note is that, as biomechanists, we really do not know how orthotics work.”
Orthotists say Dr. Nigg’s sweeping statement does not take into account the benefits their patients perceive.
The key measure of success, said Jeffrey P. Wensman, director of clinical and technical services at the Orthotics and Prosthetics Center at the University of Michigan, is that patients feel better.
“The vast majority of our patients are happier having them than not,” he said about orthotics that are inserted in shoes.
Seamus Kennedy, president and co-owner of Hersco Ortho Labs in New York, said there was an abundance of evidence — hundreds of published papers — that orthotics can treat and prevent “mechanically induced foot problems,” leading to common injuries like knee pain, shinsplints and pain along the bottom of the foot.
“Orthotics do work,” Mr. Kennedy said. “But choosing the right one requires a great deal of care.”
Yet Scott D. Cummings, president of the American Academy of Orthotists and Prosthetists, says the trade is only now moving toward becoming a science. So far, most of the focus in that direction has been on rigorously assessing orthotics and prosthetics for other conditions, like scoliosis, with less work on shoe orthotics for otherwise healthy athletes.
“Anecdotally, we know what designs work and what designs don’t work” for foot orthotics, said Mr. Cummings, who is an orthotist and prosthetist at Next Step in Manchester, N.H. But when it comes to science and rigorous studies, he added, “comparatively, there isn’t a whole lot of evidence out there.”
Dr. Nigg would agree.
In his studies, he found there was no way to predict the effect of a given orthotic. Consider, for example, an insert that pushes the foot away from a pronated position, or rotated excessively outward. You might think it would have the same effect on everyone who pronates, but it does not.
One person might respond by increasing the stress on the outside of the foot, another on the inside. Another might not respond at all, unconsciously correcting the orthotic’s correction.
“That’s the first problem we have,” Dr. Nigg said. “If you do something to a shoe, different people will react differently.”
The next problem is that there may be little agreement among orthotics makers about what sort of insert to prescribe.
In one study discussed in his new book, “Biomechanics of Sport Shoes,” Dr. Nigg sent a talented distance runner to five certified orthotics makers. Each made a different type of insert to “correct” his pronation.
The athlete wore each set of orthotics for three days and then ran 10 kilometers, about 6 miles. He liked two of the orthotics and ran faster with them than with the other three. But the construction of the two he liked was completely different.
Then what, Dr. Nigg asked in series of studies, do orthotics actually do?
They turn out to have little effect on kinematics — the actual movement of the skeleton during a run. But they can have large effects on muscles and joints, often making muscles work as much as 50 percent harder for the same movement and increasing stress on joints by a similar amount.
As for “corrective” orthotics, he says, they do not correct so much as lead to a reduction in muscle strength.
In one recent review of published papers, Dr. Nigg and his colleagues analyzed studies on orthotics and injury prevention. Nearly all published studies, they report, lacked scientific rigor. For example, they did not include groups that, for comparison, did not receive orthotics. Or they discounted people who dropped out of the study, even though dropouts are often those who are not benefiting from a treatment.
Being generous about studies with design flaws that could overstate effects, Dr. Nigg and his colleagues concluded that custom-made orthotics could help prevent and treat plantar fasciitis, a common injury to a tendon at the bottom of the foot, and stress fractures of the tibia, along the shin. They added, though, that the research was inadequate for them to have confidence in those conclusions.
Dr. Nigg also did his own study with 240 Canadian soldiers. Half of them got inserts and the others, for comparison, did not.
Those who got inserts had a choice of six different types that did different things to foot positioning. Each man chose the insert he found most comfortable and wore it for four months. The men selected five of the six inserts with equal frequency.
The findings were somewhat puzzling: While the group that used inserts had about half as many injuries — defined as pain that kept them from exercising for at least half a day — there was no obvious relation between the insert a soldier chose and his biomechanics without it.
That’s why Dr. Nigg says for now it is difficult to figure out which orthotic will help an individual. The only indication seems to be that a comfortable orthotic might be better than none at all, at least for the activities of people in the military.
So where does this leave people like Jason Stallman, my friend and colleague at The New York Times? Jason has perfectly flat feet — no arch. He got his first pair of orthotics at 12 or 13 and has worn orthotics all the time, for walking and running ever since. About a year ago he decided to try going without them in his everyday life; he still wears them when he runs.
Every medical specialist Jason has seen tried to correct his flat feet, but with little agreement on how to do it.
Every new podiatrist or orthopedist, he told me, would invariably look at his orthotics and say: “Oh, these aren’t any good. The lab I use makes much better ones. Your injury is probably linked to these poor-fitting orthotics.”
So he tried different orthotic styles, different materials, different orthotics labs with every new doctor.
That is a typical story, Dr. Nigg says. In fact, he adds, there is no need to “correct” a flat foot. All Jason needs to do is strengthen his foot and ankle muscles and then try running without orthotics.
Dr. Nigg says he always wondered what was wrong with having flat feet. Arches, he explains, are an evolutionary remnant, needed by primates that gripped trees with their feet.
“Since we don’t do that anymore, we don’t really need an arch,” he wrote in an e-mail. “Why would we? For landing — no need. For the stance phase — no need. For the takeoff phase — no need. Thus a flat foot is not something that is bad per se.”
So why shouldn’t Jason — or anyone, for that matter — just go to a store and buy whatever shoe feels good, without worrying about “correcting” a perceived biomechanical defect?
“That is exactly what you should do,” Dr. Nigg replied
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Kids: Don't Do Drugs, or, Your Grandparents
Teen Thieves Snorted Cremated Remains
Burglars thought ashes of man, two dogs were cocaine or heroin
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Mistaking the cremated remains of a man and two dogs for powdered drugs, a quintet of teenage burglars snorted the ashes after a break-in last month at a Florida residence, according to police.
That startling disclosure is contained in a Marion County Sheriff’s Office report, a copy of which you’ll find here. The January 18 report memorializes information received from a source--who appears to be one of the arrestees--who told deputies that the ashes “had been taken because the suspects mistook it for either cocaine or heroin.”
Investigators learned from the source, whose name was redacted from the report, that the teen suspects “had snorted the ashes believing they were snorting cocaine.” At some point, however, the alleged burglars determined that the powdered substances were not drugs, but that they had stolen “the remains from the dogs and the victims father.”
This realization apparently came after news reports about the December 15 burglary of Holli Tencza’s home mentioned that intruders took her father’s ashes from a closet, while the remains of her two Great Danes were removed from a shelf in her bedroom. A sheriff’s report on the burglary listed electronics and jewelry taken during the theft, and noted that, “Also taken from her bedroom were her father’s ashes and those of her two dogs.”
The sheriff’s source reported that there was a “possibility” that the purloined ashes were in the attic of Waldo Soroa, 19, one of the suspects charged with the burglary. The source added that the thieves “wanted to return them to the owner but were discouraged” by a man “because of fingerprints.” A sheriff's spokesman said today that detectives are still searching for the ashes.
Along with Soroa (who is pictured in the above mug shot), cops arrested Jose Diaz Marrero, 19; Matrix Andaluz, 18; and two 17-year-olds on an assortment of criminal charges.
Once again, I can only add: stupid is as stupid does.
johnny boy
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Passion Trumps Logic
"And then suddenly, as the old saying goes , "We got ourselves a game" !"
c'mon, I dare you, try not to be motivated. Me? I needed this today to haul my ass out the door for a run...
passion, baby; passion.
Johnny Boy
c'mon, I dare you, try not to be motivated. Me? I needed this today to haul my ass out the door for a run...
passion, baby; passion.
Johnny Boy
Monday, January 17, 2011
Parenting 101
I used to question whether it was the "right thing" to do when I would get my young goalie up at 6:00am on a freezing cold winter morning to make his 7:00am hockey practice (goalies at that age take FOREVER to get ready!!).
I would quietly slip into his room and gently shake him awake; he would roll over in bed, and refuse to get up - and who could blame him? It was dark, far too early and bloody cold. But get up he would and off to the rink we would drive.
But, notwithstanding the fact he actually loved playing hockey (and was a really good goalie), he would mope all the way downstairs, sullen in his still sleepy state, and the whole way to the rink would mutter - none too sotte voce - that this was a form of "child abuse"...
then I saw this.
Wow. This is beyond comment.
Let me just say: "ouch. friggin' ouch."
johnny boy
Sunday, January 16, 2011
My Own Private Obsession - Snowstorm? What Storm?
Yesterday, during the stupidly nasty big snowstorm that hit Toronto - again - when the streets and sidewalks were packed with snow and slush and ice and the temperatures hovered just between minus 10 and minus 20 degrees, with a fierce head wind, I pulled on my running kit, layered-up, and headed for a long run. Within the first 5 minutes, my face went completely numb from the cold. The footing was treacherous and slippery, and the snow was smacking my face like little razors. It was around this time, maybe an hour into the run, that three thoughts slid fleetingly through my mind: 1. why wasn't I on a treadmill? and 2. have I completely lost my mind? and 3. damn was I having fun!
I will go to exceptional lengths to avoid running inside - I HATE running on the dreadmill; hell, I have run in the dark in minus 35 degree weather just to get those final miles of the week in. Yes, I admit a wee bit of the classic "runner's drive" at times: I have been known to forgo social events in exchange for a workout; I have planned entire days around a run; I have driven miles to run in just the right spot; I have taken too few days off; I have pushed too hard when I am sick and exhausted, or worse, injured; and I have fueled too little when running too far. I get offended when sedentary people refer to runners as crazy (or for that matter when people equate and compare "joggers" with runners). I know that I often push the limit; I hear and accept the kernel of truth in this latter frequent observation.
And other runners don’t help. We often praise each other for pressing dangerously hard and fighting through exceptionally treacherous conditions. So added to my list of New Year’s resolutions is a solid effort to reduce the crazy. This is what I will vow to do:
- Take days off when I am sick
- Take regular rest days
- Put the quality of my miles over the sheer quantity
- Skip a run if I am heavily sleep deprived or injured
- Eat properly before and after long run
- STRETCH
If we’re honest, we can all admit to getting a little crazy sometimes. These lapses in judgment are, in the end, what lead to injury and burnout. Figuring out where you push too hard and is essential to good running. And thus, in the spirit of my own words, I am not heading to the race I am scheduled to do today...unless I change my mind later and do a race-day entry.
it's only snow, right?
Johnny Boy
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Green Hornet's Black Beauty vs. the Dark Knight's Batmobile
Ok, I am in no way a car guy - but, consider the raging "geek debate" over the Batmobile vs. the Black Beauty.
Black Beauty, of course, is the crime-fighting vehicle of choice for The Green Hornet. It’s a mid-1960s Chrysler Imperial – armed with machine guns, missiles and more – in which the Green Hornet (and Kato) use to make the streets safe from evil-doers. As far as superhero rides go, it’s not bad. When The Adventures of Superman – starring George Reeves – made its television debut in 1951, The Man of Steel was faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. But when it came to his ride, Superman puttered around in a 1951 Nash Healey. Okay, technically it was his alter-ego, the mild-mannered Clark Kent, behind the wheel while in pursuit of news stories for the Daily Planet.
Still ...
Superman could’ve learned a thing or two from Bruce Wayne about cool rides. Because when it comes to cars, The Batmobile is the gold standard that all other superhero cars are measured by:
1. Batman Begins, 2005; The Dark Knight, 2008
2. Batman Forever, 1995
3. Batman, 1989; Batman Returns, 1992
4. Batman & Robin, 1997
5. Batman TV series, 1966-68
After all, recall the famous words by Batman: "...chicks dig the car".
johnny boy
Friday, January 14, 2011
Catticus Finch
Most people, including, alas, most of my friends, do not like jury duty. The mindless waiting, missing work and general boredom.
No doubt, Sal the cat feels the same.
The Massachusetts cat has been called for jury duty.
The problem arose after Sal’s owners, Anna and Guy Esposito of Boston, Mass., filled out the latest U.S. census form listing him as part of the family but as...a cat.
When the family received Sal’s jury duty notice earlier this month, Anna filed for Sal’s disqualification of service, choosing his reason as he is “unable to speak and understand English” out of the 10 other statutory disqualifications listed by the Massachusetts Judicial Branch.
The jury commissioner denied the request.
The Espositos hope to clear up the confusion before Sal’s service date at Suffolk Superior Court on March 23.
If not, Anna said she’ll have to bring the feline to court.
The law has clearly gone to the dogs [man, that was lame...].
meow,
Johnny Boy
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