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|Friday, November 3rd, 2006|
|Stuck inside of Hoffman Estates with no way to get back to Evanston
Perhaps this herenow description of my Friday night of last week, when I hared to a Bob Dylan concert, will interest characters a bit more than the NBA. I know that it will at least interest Aaron (who will learn of the unfortunate fate of his costly ticket) and Adam.
When Aaron e-mailed me his "HOT HOT DYLAN ACTION" (i.e., ticket), I very soon did something I had never done before: posted on List of Craig. I thought that it was worth trying the List, but I figured I'd probably end up attempting to sell it at the door. I got a fair number of replies - more than I expected - but it was RETHER last-minute. Friday afternoon, after I got out of class, I called several foolios who had responded to my posting. Alison couldn't do it after all, Patrick didn't answer his phone, and Dawne didn't leave her number (I sent her an e-mail, but she never replied). I did, however, reach amusing Mike. Mike was, in fact, doubly amusing, because he seemed to be willing to pay face value for the ticket AND he had a car.
I should probably mention, for the benefit of characters who are not Aaron, that this herenow concert was not in Chicago. This is why Aaron e-mailed me his ticket - the concert was in the Sears Centre, an arena out in Hoffman Estates, faaaaaar away from me, and much further away from Aaron. I called the CTA characters and figured out a way with Metra trains for me to get to Schaumburg (near Hoffman Estates). From there one hoped to fetch a taxi. Returning posed a bit of a problem, since the last Metra train went haring off at 10:16 - likely to be before I could get back to Schaumburg. I figured, though, that I would defog myself, as the French say.
After my talk with Mr. Mike Olsen, though, it seemed that perhaps that could all be avoided. Mike seemed to be enthusiastic about haring, and undaunted at the prospect of fetching me from Evanston. He told me he was going to check the route he'd need to take to get out to the Sears Centre, and that he'd then call me back.
Unfortunately, Beepish Mike was not-so-prompt in getting back to me. I was fairly optimistic about the chances of him deciding in favor of the plan, though, so I was not horridly dismayed when the time of needing to hare to catch the public transportation route passed. I was very soon dismayed, however, when Moronic Mike called back and told me that he couldn't make it after all. Again, this was doubly beepish: Aaron's chances for getting the dough he paid for his ticket back were significantly reduced, and I was miles away from Hoffman Estates. Having missed the public transportation, my only option, more or less, was to fetch a taxi. The first company I called (the biggest in Chicagoland, I believe) said the route was out of their range. The second one accommodated me, but I had to shell out a Grant to pay for it, which was RETHER unamusing.
The drive to Hoffman Estates took about an hour-and-a-half. When we arrived, the taxi driver had difficulty finding the Sears Centre, but we got there eventually. I ended up missing some of the opening act, but I didn't exactly buy the ticket because I was dying to see the Kings of Leon.
When I arrived, I looked about for characters who might be in need of a ticket. As I walked up to the entrance, I overheard a couple characters haggling over a ticket--the prospective buyer had only $10 to spend, but the prospective seller would accept no less than $20 for the fifth-row seat. He ended up walking in with the ticket, to the dismay of the prospective buyer. I wandered around trying to sell the ticket to random characters, but was unsuccessful. I found one frau who offered $5 for it, an offer which I did not find so amusing. I ended up going to the aforementioned character and getting $10 for it. One is sorry, Aaron, that I was unable to fetch any more :(
I went inside and hared to my seat, which was on the floor of the arena and not zuuuu far away from the stage. I caught part of the Kings of Leon set. After a brief break, the lights went down and and an announcer carried on. The stage lights then came up to reveal Bob Dylan, clad in an Old West style suit with matching hat, seated at a keyboard. He and his band immediately launched into "Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat," which was amusing - rocking, but with less screeching guitar than the version on "Blonde on Blonde." 'Twas followed by "The Times, They Are A-Changin'" and "Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again." The latter has never been one of my favorite songs, but it was nonetheless amusing. He played various songs from Love and Theft and Meddern Times, most amusingly "High Water" and "When the Deal Goes Down." These were interspersed with songs from the olden days, such as "Highway 61 Revisited" and "Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather." I was particularly amused that Dylan played the latter, as it is a not-so-famous song that has long been a personal favorite. The song's orchestration, which featured a violin, was the most Stripped Down of any of the songs played. (By comparison, "TT,TAA-C," another OMAAG, was electric and quite different from the original.) Toward the end of the set, Dylan sang "Tangled Up in Blue," but switched the lyrics into the third person.
Dylan and band went haring off-stage, and stayed off long enough that some foolios exited. However, they did eventually return to play a three-song encore. It started with an energetic "Thunder on the Mountain," and continued with the furry "Like a Rolling Stone." The encore concluded with a version of "All Along the Watchtower" that was clearly influenced by the Hendrix's take on the song, but nonetheless maintained its own identity.
One then faced the conundrum of how to get back. It was too late to fetch public transportation, and one didn't wish to call another costly taxi (not to mention the fact that I didn't have enough dough on me to pay for one). I decided the wisest thing to do would be to hitchhike back. I stood by the side of the road and stuck my thumb out. Various characters peered at me as they passed by (perhaps wondering why I was in a short-sleeved shirt - it was fairly cold), but nobody stopped. I was beginning to wonder whether hitchhiking was a wise idea, but then a man named Joe, traveling with his laconic friend Andrew, stopped and offered to take me into Chicago. He was a fairly normal character, and we chatted about the concert during the drive. Once in Chicago, I was able to fetch the El and ride it up to Evanston.
Dylan is, quite literally, old and decrepit, and he didn't exactly jump around stage. Nor did he parle much at all--the only time he spoke, in fact, was right before the last song, when he identified the various members of his band. His voice isn't what it used to be, which is an interesting thing to say about Dylan. However, I love both his olden-days songs and his meddern-day ones. I found him quite understandable in his chanting, which was not the case for some characters who reviews of Dylan concerts I have read. All in all, although getting there and getting back was a b-word, I'm very glad I hared. Current Mood: naughty
|Tuesday, October 31st, 2006|
The NBA season has gotten underway, which is raaaaaaaaaaaaather amusing. On the other hand, it's probably not the best for my studies. Considering that I'm far busier this year than last, I must generally attempt to spend less time on the NBA . Nonetheless, one couldn't resist making some amusing predictions. ( Read more...Collapse ) Current Mood: naughty
|Saturday, October 7th, 2006|
|A horrid trifecta
It's hard to remember a day this all-around terrible in the world of sports. Current Mood: crushed
|Tuesday, August 8th, 2006|
I plan on writing more extensively about my sejour in Mexico at some point in the future (i.e., when I get my blasted power cord), but for the moment, I must ask y'all's advice on a pressing matter: if they ask, should I tell my units that I go to bars and such? I'm leaning toward the strategic concession, a la Aaron before the vemmiting incident.
|Thursday, July 6th, 2006|
|Vive la France!
Looking back at my past few entries, I realized it my LJ looks like a dubious sports blog. Someone who didn't know me and read my LJ would get a rather skewed view of what I'm like, one thinks. Perhaps at some point I will make non-sporty posts. That point, however, has not yet arrived.
First, the furry part: France has been baaaaalling it up! I can't say I've watched any of the games, because soccer is not as amusing as various other sports. Nonetheless, I was quite content to hear of France's victories over first Brazil and then Portugal, which earned them their second trip to the finals in the past three Cups. One hopes that they will beat down Italy.
Then, the not-so-furry part: Beepish Ben hared away! He should be tapped! It is Rather Rubbish that next year the Pistons will have Malicious Mohammed rolling around the paint instead of Big'un Ben. One also fears that one will be tempted to root for the Bulls next year, as one will be in Chicago and they are likely to be furry. Though I still defend my decision to stop fitching about the franchise after 1998, one must acknowledge that it would smack of fairweather-fandom to start rooting for them now. However, even though the Pistons will be different without Ben, they still have 4 of the 5 Furry Starters, and one will still be supporting them wholeheartedly.
Another truc: Back in the midst of the NBA playoffs, Father asked me an interesting question. If one were going to fetch five players to comprise a team that you thought would have the best chance of winning the championship, playing against other five-foolio teams, whom would you fetch? Oen later posed this question to Adam. Here are the teams we assembled:
PG - Steve Nash
G - Kobe Bryant
SF - Vince Carter
PF - Rasheed Wallace
C - Yao Ming
PG - Chauncey Billups
G - Dwyane Wade
SF - LeBron James
PF - Dirk Nowitzki
C - Tim Duncan
I think Chard's team would dispose of Adam's team. What do y'all think? Make your own teams if you wish. Remember, this isn't fantasy basketball - in the imaginary scenario, the five characters will be playing together over the course of the season.
|Thursday, June 8th, 2006|
Well, it definitely was not the matchup I had hoped for (was I the only person in the country rooting for a Spurs-Pistons rematch?), but it could still be rather entertaining. Here's hoping Shaq doesn't win a fourth ring.
Mavs in six
|Friday, June 2nd, 2006|
Chard suffffffffffffffffffffffffffers. :_( Current Mood: crushed
|Thursday, June 1st, 2006|
|Monday, May 29th, 2006|
|Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006|
I figure I should post this before zu much se passes in the Pistons game. So far, the score is highly beepish, but it's very early. Anyway:
Pistons in six
Mavs in seven
By the way, Sam, look who won the Suns-Clips series...
|Friday, May 19th, 2006|
Well, there have been some beepish things and some amusing things that have happened recently in NBA land. Leading the beepish things, of course, is the Suffering of the Pistons. I must say that I never thought I'd be looking at 3-2 deficit for the Pauvre Pistons in this herenow series.
But mark my words: the Pistons WILL WIN. If they don't, BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN. George says he fears for our house if they lose.
In other news, Game 5 of Suns-Clips was one beepuva game. Various Mavs-Spurs games have been as well, although I haven't watched all of any one game. I saw the finishes of both Game 4 and Game 5, though. One might not think one would be rooting for the Spurious Spurs, but one is. Can they win two more games? I'm definitely not as confident as I am with the Pistons, but perrrhaps...
|Friday, May 12th, 2006|
One would've thought that by this point, I would've already made various posts about the Horrid Heat, the Lecherous Lakers, and of course Deetroit, but I have made none. Perhaps it was because the first-round matchup between the Pistons and the Bucks was not zu exciting, with the Pistons dominating every game except the one in which they decided to play defense like the Sonics. I was also prevented from watching much, due to factors ranging from the lack of TV coverage to Brother.
I was also planning on posting picks for the second round before it began, but was a Lazy Chard, and failed to do so. My picks were as follows:
Heat over Nets in seven
Pistons over Cavs in five
Spurs over Mavs in seven
Suns over Clips in seven
I know it looks a bit dubious to be posting these now, but I swear I decided on them before they started the balling.
My first-round picks ended up being entirely accurate, but considering that they consisted of picking the team with home-court advantage in every single series, this is hardly a great accomplishment.
More Pistons Posts are most likely on the way...I'm sure you all are waiting with baited breath.
|Monday, March 20th, 2006|
Chard is haaaaaaaaaaaring off...I shall most likely be without Internet access until April 11th or so, so I shan't be posting.
|Wednesday, March 15th, 2006|
|Saturday, March 11th, 2006|
I love life. Hurrah. I have a secret crush. Hurrah. Current Mood: flirty
|Tuesday, March 7th, 2006|
Getting a traffic ticket is not at all amusing.
|Friday, February 24th, 2006|
|Shameless Plug for the Concert of the Chard
Y'all should come watch Chard and Father sing this weekend with the Eugene Vocal Arts Ensemble. We will be performing at 8:00 this Saturday in the Soreng Theater. Tickets are some quantity of money--no-one knows how much, unfortunately. The concert is entitled "Contemporary Sounds," and we will sing various amusing songs.
Be there, or miss out on Father doing narration for a dubious song called "I'm Chicken to Graduate."
|Thursday, December 29th, 2005|
You would think that a day on which the Pistons beat the Horrid Heat, Chard would be content with the world of sports. You would, of course, be very, very wrong. Current Mood: Glungeled
|Thursday, December 22nd, 2005|
Disclaimer: The lyrical content of this song is in no way an accurate depiction of reality. However, Father has been to all but one of the places mentioned herein. The one exception is Perth - he's never been thurr, but I couldn't resist the rhyme.( Read more...Collapse )
|Sunday, December 18th, 2005|
|For Howard and Ruby
I was right, and you were wrong. And I am going to sing "The I Was Right Song."
In other news, Deeeeeetroit is 18-3! Furry!