R.I.P. Danny boy

Greece man dies after crash

He seemed OK at accident scene, but died hours later at hospital
Alan Morrell Staff writer

(March 31, 2007) — GREECE — A Greece man who died in a crash early Friday had gotten out of his damaged vehicle and was walking around and talking before he collapsed and succumbed to his injuries.
Daniel Hutchings, 27, was southbound on Dewey Avenue when his car slammed into a utility pole at McGuire Road about 12:15 a.m., said police Lt. Steve Chatterton.
"He got out of the car by himself," said Chatterton, who was at the scene."He was talking to ambulance people. He sat on the ground, he was talking to eyewitnesses."
Thinking the crash was not that serious, Chatterton left the scene.He got a call a short time later, indicating Hutchings had died at Strong Memorial Hospital, where he was taken for treatment and observation.
"I was shocked," Chatterton said."From the damage on the car, all the damage was on the passenger side. The driver's side was pretty intact."Hutchings apparently was not wearing a seatbelt, police said.
The Monroe County Medical Examiner's Office is investigating the cause of death



***i was really deeply saddened by this yesterday. but after reading the obit today i just feel sick to my stomach. somehow an obit makes it real. but i was laughing a bit thinking about how pissed he was that i was quitting the bowling team. it was like i was breaking up the beatles or something. shit- that had to be like 8th or 9th grade. he will be missed...

Andrew Dice K

Brain Not Working...All Body Functions Shutting Down

bad omens

I believe in bad omens. The Yankees starting Carl Pavano opening day feels like one of them. Didn't he miss a whole season because he hurt his ass? Hasn't he made a shitload of money doing absolutely nothing over the past couple years? I'd rather see Cory Lidle pitch opening day... Is Ugueth Urbina available??? Why don't they go find Sydney Ponson again, that worked out so fucking great last year...

if this is the only thing i accomplish today i think i will be satisfied...

Told You So

Word out of Sox camp this week is that J.P. will be the closer this year regardless of what doctors have to say about his shoulder. The one missing part to this years roster was the closer position, looks like we are all good now. Is it Opening Day yet?

comments that consist of random letters or the phrase "baba booey" will not be tolerated at Bartles and James. Thank You and Godspeed...

congradualtaions!!!

to who? to me!!!!

whatever will become of bartles and james now that i am employed??? has it really been THAT long that i've been out of work??? isn't that why i started this. for something to do beyond talking to myself... bartles and james is certainly going through some changes. cleaner. simpler. and a lot less drunk. and nine days till real baseball. and anyone who wonders:

"where will the rocket land"

is a friend of mine....

and remember dear, sweet pilgrims-

that god always offers a second chance

even if it's only in your head..

fuck face

what is it, like 9 days till opening day??? and i can't wait for the return of Baseball Tonight, it's my holy mass, i worship every night at 10 and 12!!!

random bits from a sunday night to expand upon monday morning

1. that stupid fucking Wimbledon movie is on again. i won't be tricked into watching this movie again. there is something disturbing about kirsten dunst's head

2. the notebook i keep on the table next to my bed was damaged by a glass of iced tea knocked over in the middle of the night. there was a dream in there where i was in a vin diesel movie about renegade tow truck drivers. i was "the criminal with the guilty conscience". somehow the "big heist" of this movie involved illegally towing people's cars and selling their ipods and jackets. even in my dreams i can't be a real bad ass. i need some kind of a water bottle with a spill proof top for keeping fluids (which are vital for above mentioned middle of the night) next to my bed

3. i need to delve into the chicago cubs and that whole shitload of history/ failure/goat luck.
this is what i will do on monday



4. ***(ended up watching that stupid fucking wimbledon movie. again. kirsten dunst is hot, even with that misshapen skull of hers)

The Fens

I love you Fenway, don't ever change....well a glass dome would BE cool.

...on the subject of trash.

why even bother worrying about the creeps in the Fenway stands when there are creeps fighting elderly men right out on the field. boston, nothing but class...

and by the way,

Yankees fans don't need to make predictions. excellence is a given - never a guess.

This Ain't No Disco

You will be missed Shef, you really knew what this whole rivalry was about, hitting some fans and intimidating everyone into thinking you want to kill them. Shit, I would watch you at bat in my living room and you scared the shit out me.

Too bad you signed with the yanks, I remember your press conference like it was yesterday. I thought that shit would last, oh well. Only thing to do now is to hit one of their starting pitchers with a baseball bat....by the way the guy that pushed Shef in this picture lost his season tickets. There are roughly 35K seats in Fenway and about 30mil people in New England. Just sayin.

Ooh Yeah Kool-Aid!

Owwee this is nice, like steppin' into a sweet bachelor pad or something. I like it all, I like it all.

Well I guess it's time for some predictions for this upcoming season of baseball love and rivalry hate, here we go:

1. A-Rod will be traded to some unsuspecting team more than half-way through the season, the bullshit here is that the yankees will probably get something decent in return.

2. After thinking hard about the final division standings, Sox did finish 3rd last year, after some thought, Sox by five games.

3. Mussina= Time for an injury=yanks will be screwed

4. Dice-K will get 20 wins, Schilling will get 15, Wakefield 18, Beckett 10, Papelbon will be closing by the all-star break.

5. Clemens will be playing golf....on his days off in the rotation for the Sox. That prediction all depends if Clemens gets HGH in the mail on time. Seriously his head has doubled in size, look at Bonds and Stallone, look at their fucking heads!

6. Who is that annoying broad that announces yankees games?.......she will be fired.

7. matsui will hit 50 Hr this year, Ortiz will hit 60.

8. Fuckin' A-Rod will win the MVP even after being traded, this is the nature of the beast.

too much Pacino

in the last 48 hours i have watched all three Godfather movies and the movie Heat.
i agree with what most people think about the Godfather trilogy:

1. the first one is great
2. the second one is greater
3. the third one shouldn't even be called a Godfather movie. it really isn't. i try hard to not be swayed by public opinion, but i have to say "yes, it does blow..."

Heat is a 171 minute movie that should have been 81 minutes long. if you squint you can see where this is almost a great movie.
The Pacino/ De Niro diner scene is one of the greatest moments in american cinematic history.

all this leaves me wanting to see Dog Day Afternoon again, which is without a doubt Pacino's greatest role. yet, no matter how great an actor Pacino may be, this is way too much Pacino for any 48 hour period. HOOH-Hah!!!

***
in other "movies i've watched" news: i just saw Babel, and christ it's depressing. i also caught the last part of The Great Escape , you know the part where almost all of the escapees from Stalag Luft III are recaptured and killed.
(and if that is a spoiler -then shame on you if you haven't seen The Great Escape by now- it has got to be in the top ten of the best things ever according to me)
my left leg is permanently asleep in my quest to see EVERY movie that's ever been made...
***
i just saw The Prestige, and i think i said the same about The Illusionist, it makes me wish i was a creepy magician at the turn of the (previous) century. i'm interested now in finding out more about the production of these two movies. i mean they are similar in many, many ways. from subject matter, to release date, to incredibly hot actresses (scarlett johansson/ jessica biel) to ... well, to a whole bunch of other similarities, i'm sure.

There is one area where The Prestige certainly stands alone. Not only has Nikola Tesla finally been featured prominently in a story, but who is that playing Nikola Tesla?????

that's right- it's David Fucking Bowie! ! ! beat that , Illusionist.

class doesn't always beat trash...

It's all right. It's only grapefruit league baseball. I wish i could have seen this one, but apparently the YES (yankees entertainment and sports) Network has better things to do than broadcast Yankees games. I wanted to see Pavano pitch, I mean I think most homes were still on gaslight the last time this guy pitched in an actual game. I hear he did fine. We'll see.

20 days until the Yankees 2007 Championship Season opener...

are we still doing this???

the snow is slowly melting away. after months, it seems. and I'm spring cleaning. wearing windex as an aftershave. since they tore up the woods to make way for some new high power transmission lines all the wildlife has gone away. i saw some satellite pictures and it made me sad. when we were kids we were explorers . now it's gone. and they removed that black bridge that crossed over the parkway, how many drunk kids have urinated off that bridge onto the cars passing below??? that was the link that allowed the trail to go all the way to the lakefront. they've cut it all away. i hate being able to see the houses behind ours. they are strangers over there. they live in a different town. I've never trusted anyone from charlotte. almost as bad as someone from irondequoit. fucking creeps. but that's not what i was talking about. all the windows are open , it's a heat wave at 42 degrees. tonight is godfather 2. i watched number one this morning. I'm just looking for anything to fill time. i guess most people go to work. or something. i don't care what most people do. i never have. I'll fix this later***

and my day was just made. i was out back taking note of some patches of green showing through white on the lawn in shirtsleeves smoking cigarettes throwing snowballs at the fence when i realized something so fucking wonderful...

...birds. the sound of motherfucking birds. the tweety ones. the crows. sparrows (whatta' those sound like?). the call of geese(gooses) somewhere in formation, it's overcast so i can't quite see 'em, but that's awlright. the silence of this winter is broken. finally. time to move on.

...and i've been thinking about new hobbies. i'd love to take up fishing. if only fishing was something different than what fishing actually is. the whole bit with the pole and the string and the boat or the shore and the water, that's all fine with me, the peace and quiet and no real need for concentration or any real effort at all- perfect...
it's the fish part that i could live without. fish are fucking creeps- i mean if i could catch fish sticks, now then we'd have a deal...


*** i got the baseball mitts out. but there's no one to play catch with. the real brother james is in vegas and my imaginary friends don't have any arms...

this is when good things happen. i am out of negative thoughts...

this morning i can smell coffee. i haven't been able to smell anything in a long time. today is different. like something has to happen. daylight savings time is weeks early this year. I saw God's shadow on this world...

hungover doggies

i wont even bother with a month in review. at some point 8 days ago i crawled into a new drunken low, and i refuse to ever sober up or climb out again. for all the time i spend on reconstruction i find much more pleasure in tearing it all down again. and hiding. just booze. and madness. and silence. and since they found jesus that makes us all american jews. based on the fact that all americans are(were) christians, which they are(were), no matter how much they argue to the contrary. found out there is a south belmont road neighborhood association. who knew? also found out that all of the old loud buzzing and crackling transformer lines in the backyard are going to be replaced with new loud buzzing and crackling transformer lines. i've always been pretty sure that those lines have disrupted my head in some way. the winter has gotten the better of me. i should promise myself to never spend another winter here. but promises dont work. i'm going to spend another day or two in this new drunken low and come out on monday and try to scrape something back together...

Trust is like Glass

I was talking to a man about a lot of things today. I don't remember his name, he was European I think. We started talking about how George W. Bush was trying to get us all killed. He said an interesting thing, "My father told me, Trust is like glass, it keeps you from the cold and it keeps you safe, but once you break it...rebuilding trust would be just like piecing broken glass back together, possible....but."

Well, we broke the glass again as a country, thank you Hollywood for constantly rebuilding it with your heartwarming movies and blue jeans. It is truly a terrifying mistake to think a war based on greed had enough people fooled at the beginning, "What is worse is that they keep finding people from other countries like Sweden, places in Africa, even the American they found in Afghanistan," he said.

"It is like if we started playing volleyball in our suburbs, pretty soon everybody would join in, 'oh, you're playing volleyball, can we play?' You know we put up an advertisement for everybody that hates us to take a shot on a designated area that is Iraq." He was fuming now, I was trying to sell this guy a car by the way, but I couldn't help myself, I kept fueling his fire. It was good to see someone flip out like that.

That's a funny way of putting it-- War on terrorism is like volleyball on a sunday in the suburbs, trust is like glass.

just booze. and madness. and silence...