Here comes some technology for you to have fun learning about and also some art.
I like to take cool pictures that are neat with my Android phone and inside the phone there’s the Vignette App and it lives in the phone and makes your pictures have different ways they can become pictures.
One of the ways is a setting that is called “Action Movie” which for sure is the one for me and this is how it works. First I did a button push to make this picture have its birthday.
It seemed pretty good but then I put the dial on the Action Movie setting and it transformered the picture a little, and then even more it gobotted the picture and then here’s what I got.
This guy isn’t getting his cap sunburned either – keep those glasses on!
Also here is one with the Romance setting.
The 23 is for Michael Jordan and how he is a real-deal alpha dawg with courage about how to make his legacy appear.
I got it – it was done – it didn’t hurt that bad. The guy who did it thought I was nuts.
This preview you’re looking at was not done in Photoshop, but in some Android app that makes your picture into either olde-tymey or Warhol or whatever you want to do.
It’s not perfect, but you can do interesting things with your phone on the go? LOL!
So you may remember something happened to the Cavs that made them have a 2010 loss for their Playoffs.
I’ve written like six posts on this and never published any of them – the torment and angst were just a little too negative for the website blog. (It’s broadband now – click the link.)
Luckily, I owed a favor to Cleveland Frowns dot com – if you’ve been wondering what my CLE-based (LeBron) basketball thoughts were made of, it’s all right here, in classic YAYsports! NBA style.
Also, I’ve finally zeroed in on one book to write – I’ve started like three this year, but none got past a third of the way done. (I did consider putting out all three thirds as some kind of gimmick book about thirds of books.)
One of them decided it wanted to get done, though. Here’s an excerpt piece that’s part of it.
This was the truth, and Jesi knew it was crazy and whack to tell the truth right then, but he was crunk and never lied. He was just like James K. Polk, who was a great President. Maybe even the best one, so think on that one.
It made me think while writing this post English is maybe not for me anymore?
Good-bye until the next time a blog post is new for you.
(This picture is a special sneak preview of the post you’re about to read.)
I already mentioned what follows on a podcast I did with old tyme Roundie Henchman Ben Cox, but it bears repeating.
Basically, my biggest fear about the Playoffs, Free Agency 2010, and LeBron.
It’s not losing. We of Cleveland fandom have done it before, in the most heartbreaking ways possible.
Nor is it LeBron leaving, win or lose. I’m at peace with that.
If it happens, it’s because he wants to live somewhere else, and nothing can stop that. The Cavs organization is first class in every way and the best basketball situation, as well.
This fear is not even the Cavs winning the title, and the unsettling loss of identity that will accompany it.
No, my biggest fear is the combination of the Cavs winning and the city going completely overboard in terms of celebration and honors.
I don’t mean riots or parades – those will be fun and I’ll be flying in for them.
I’m talking about putting up LeBron statues immediately, retiring #23 when he switches to #6, renaming roads and buildings after him, etc.
Please wait until he retires.
With the dearth of joy around CLE’s other sports teams, the general inexperience with winning, and the “we must romance him for free agency” factor…it’s scary.
Don’t forget, this is the city that allowed Jacob’s Field to have “Era of Champions” on the outfield wall to celebrate the multiple Central Division titles.
(If you need the full 45 minutes of podcasting action – they cut all my turtlecalls.com talk – you can get that here.)
(Here’s Zack K’s Dick Vitale Fathead action, as well as Zack himself, enhancing that action by also doing some hand-and-smile action of his own.
What’s interesting is all the monster truck Fatheads they already had in the office, and how those monster trucks drive around on the walls on their own – click to see full size.)
If you didn’t watch the Cavaliers-Celtics game yesterday, I don’t know how much sense this will make.
Short version is the Cavs – after a huge comeback – were down two with very little time left.
In a dream scenario, LeBron James suddenly had a 1-on-2 fast break.
Now, having watched 95% of LeBron’s career games, I can tell you that when LeBron is trucking along in this situation, there are only three results:
1) They wrap him up and foul him, sending him to the foul line.
2) They try to wrap him up and foul him, but LeBron drags them along, scores, and gets the foul.
3) They get out of the way and LeBron scores.
As you may note, provided he doesn’t inexplicably pull up for an ill-advised three-pointer, there was a 100% chance LeBron could’ve had a chance to tie that game up or even go ahead.
Of course, instead he pulled up for the inexplicable three. Scary stuff.
Hey, all of these are available if you want to start a bad schtick-laden sports blog:
I’m not sure about that last one, since it’s so open to confusion with No LeBronno!, the popular children’s cooking show from New Mexico.
As to LebronShirtless.com, I get regular daily traffic off people looking for some variation of “LeBron shirtless”, so you may just want to get that and then make a website and become popular.
(This is my current phone b/g – I am all in on CLE basketball.
Also, this post was edited, cause it was even worse before, if you can believe that.)
So I’ve been on a few airplane rides over the past week, and on the longest of them, I spent time sitting with a girl who spilled whiskey on my leg.
She was a lot of fun, I asked if I could call her Sara, and we became best friends for 4+ hours.
We told our cool stories about our lives, and analyzed the personae of everyone around us in the most stereotypical manner possible.
After a bunch of time doing that, it was the part of the airplane ride where Sara spilled the whiskey on my leg.
I screamed, “OH NO THERE’S WHISKEY ON MY LEG!” over and over until the airplane waiter came back and asked what was wrong.
I repeated, “Oh no…there’s whiskey on my leg…” except quiet and sad this time, so Sara could see the different kind of inflections I could make my voice do.
So upon return from my big-time Twitter/Facebook/whatever hiatus, the question becomes, “what now?”
To answer this question, I need to make a bullet-point list, and then put the bullets in little digital disguises that make them look like numbers.
For example, take these bullet-points:
*
*
*
Once I’ve finished getting their espionage clothes on them, they’ll look more like this:
1)
2)
3)
You see?
As the alleged numbers explain the positives and negatives behind why I should and/or should not be an avidly aggressive Tweeter, nobody will even know that they’re really bullet-points, and that’s how the logic starts to come into place?
Anyway, in the two weeks I was gone, I wrote a complete screenplay, two full movie treatments, did good on the other thing I do, and got in six fewer I’m-Tweeting-while-driving based car wrecks.
Take that for what you will, and please let me know where to buy little hats for those bullets, because that will look so cool on them when they’re doing their spy work.
Some Wyoming trivia/realizations based on this screengrab from an ESPN.com poll:
1) They don’t care much about the NBA.
2) If you’d asked me before looking at this where Wyoming was, I don’t think I could’ve pointed it out without using process of elimination.
3) I can’t name one city in Wyoming.
4) I’ve not known anyone who has lived in, visited, driven through, knew about, or thought about Wyoming.
5) Looking at this map – and I don’t know if I’m just outside my own head right now or what – it just doesn’t feel like Wyoming is a real state.
This isn’t meant as an assault on this fictional place or the two people who pretend to live there – these are real thoughts I had while waiting for this Stoudemire-to-Cavs trade to happen.
(I blatantly re-purposed this Photoshop job from my old website, sorry.)
I know it’s like the “blog thing to do” to bash ESPN’s Bill Simmons, and I don’t come here to do that today expressly.
Say what you will about him, but I’ve come to quite like his podcast – he has interesting guests and there’s an enthusiasm and casualness to it I like.
He’s also fairly aware he maybe needs to step back from the NBA trade machine a bit – he freely admits his craziest trade suggestions are indeed crazy at times.
However, on his show with JA Adande the other day, he was totally serious (it seemed) in his opinion that the best basketball situations for LeBron to go to are Chicago and the LA Clippers.
Not only that, but he completely discounted the Cavs as anything more than a remote possibility.
Now, while I’m a Cleveland fan to the end, I’m freely willing to admit LeBron may leave, and that he’ll certainly visit every single team in the NBA on his free agent tour this summer.
Looking purely at it from a basketball standpoint though…let’s look at the Cavs.
- Best record in the NBA
- Built-in chemistry/continuity
- Defensive-minded coach
- Brand-new practice facility
- Big expiring contracts
- One of the few teams that are profitable
- Owner willing to spend whatever it takes
You could go down the list with both Chicago and LAC, and they’re the opposite of what the Cavs have in many cases.
LeBron’s gonna go play for Mike Dunleavey on the most cursed, cheap, and poorly run organization in sports? I can’t even see how that’s a rational argument at all, basing it purely on basketball.
And Chicago? Does LeBron really want his legacy to be having every single thing ever written about him forever be even more of a comparison to Michael Jordan?
Even adding in marketing, he’s fine in Cleveland.
With the new McDonald’s deal, he’s got all the big sponsor segments except a car company.
Look, he’s conquered America, and this doesn’t even take into account that Cleveland is close to home, the Cavs can pay him the most money, and also have a minority owner from China, which is actually a bigger market than LA and NYC. (!!!)
In conclusion, I’m sure this has been written 50 times elsewhere already, but I didn’t even know Stephon Marbury was playing in China, so there you go.
(WSM? ends tonight – if you missed the first half of the big Sherman-Stadiums showdown…here. Aw, lookit Petey Skippen getting his chance to shine!)
(I fully support the picture to the right.)
