Timeline of my Soccer Interest

Here's a small diversion, a timeline of myself as a fan of soccer, and the particular events and games.

• 2000ish - Downloaded and played some Soccer management Sim from HotU.  Started my obsession with Soccer management sims, which persisted throughout this entire timeline.


• 2002 - Nigeria vs Sweden at World Cup 2002, caught it on late night TV and became interested by the prospect of international (non-Olympic) sports.  A concept unheard of in most American sports.


• 2003 through 2004 - Catch the occassional games on ESPN2 before going to classes on weekdays.


• May 2005 - Liverpool defeats Chelsea in the Champions League semi-final.  Completely drawn into the game.


• May 2005 - Liverpool comes back from a 3 goal deficit to defeat AC Milan in the Champions League final.  Some call this one of the greatest soccer games of all time.  And after watching Liverpool beat Chelsea I was an absolute fan of the Reds.  Their comeback was amazing and sealed my love of the team, and of the game.


• 2006 - Closely followed both the English Premiership and European continental club competitions.  Watch as many games as I possibly can.


• Summer 2006 - World Cup 2006 in Germany.  Based on the huge coverage and exciting atmosphere of the event I converted friends and family alike to the game of soccer.  At least on an international level.  Italy beat France in the final, which wasn't as entertaining as Netherlands vs Portugal or England vs Portugal.  Ghana vs Brazil, USA vs Italy, Trinidad & Tobago vs Sweden, Argentina vs Mexico, were just some of the other great matches.


• 2007 - Disheartened after AC Milan get revenge for 2005 in the Champions League final by beating Liverpool.


• Late 2007 - Purchase FIFA 08 and PES 2008.  SC Busaiku is born.


• 2008 - Hate Cristiano Ronaldo as he wins everything for Man United.


• October 2008 - Go to England!!  Miss the chance to go to England vs Kazakhstan, but wander around London on matchday and see a million people in England shirts (I buy one for $10).

Pictures in Motion

A question arose lately in my life.  It's a question that has plagued me for years, and the answer is ever-changing.  That question is this, what is my favorite movie.  This is a hard question for somebody like me to answer.  I never have solid opinions on anything.  My ideas on a given topic change as rapidly as the weather, or as quickly as a slut gets love stains on her clothing/face.  I remember my early 2000s list included many films that were relatively new at that time.  Teenagers, can't see beyond their own present into the past.  Though few older films would make the list, I'm fairly confident that my list is no longer restricted just to recent movies.  I used to rate on the "quality" of the movie, however pointlessly I defined those guidelines.

I think I could easily define a list of my ten favorite movies.  I've stopped trying to judge movies by anything other than how much I enjoy them.  This list does include a large nostalgia factor in some of the movies.

Here's a list of my ten favorite movies of all time, because I think it's important that I get this out of my head. The list is in no particular order.  Ordering these movies would require me to rewatch every one of them and determine which one is marginally better than the other.  I think that I can watch these movies whenever and still get a lot of enjoyment out of the experience is all that matters.  So I don't have a favorite.  I do have a lot of candidiates, but no winner.

• Shaun of the Dead


• Fight Club


• Back to the Future


• Spirited Away


• Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade


• Pulp Fiction


• The Last Samurai


• The Matrix


• American History X


• The Shawshank Redemption

Hello-o-o-o

What is this, a Florida Marlins game?!  I have so far recieved zero readers to my newest mental urinal.  That is unsurprising, however, as I have never told anyone of this place.  On top of that I have very little of substance here to be read.  Those two combined probably helped lead to this empty coliseum of a blog.

I really only have myself to blame.  I have very few meaningful posts and update oh-so-rarely that it really is a hilariously bad blog.  My last blog was something that I took a little more care to work on.  It was unfocused and mainly dealing with wrestling, but it struck a chord with a few people and had a loyal readership.

Maybe once I have more to say or can focus my thoughts (always a problem) I'll start updating more frequently and with posts of a higher quality.  I simply have to stop letting my work be my excuse not to get anything accomplished.

Until later, my feisty felines, I must leave you.

This Advanced Hour

It's getting to be extremely late now.  As in "I should've been in bed an hour ago" level of late.  The sad thing about me making a statement like this is that it isn't even really that late at night.  Alas, my new work schedule forces me to wake up at 6 a.m. for seemingly no reason.  My body is readjusting to this schedule which means I'm going to bed earlier and waking up earlier.  There is no actual problem with that, it's just not the way I lived my life for a long time.

Hell when I first started this job I never had to be in before 11 a.m. which was absolutely rule-tastic.  It allowed me to maintain my college-average 'bedtime' of about 3 a.m.  I enjoyed that schedule.  I'm a night person.  I don't even get into a productive stride until 10 p.m. onwards.  I am jovial, awake, lively, and creative at night.  Just like when it's raining (story for another day).  And yet now I live each day as a zombie.  No, my fair (non-existent) reader, not the insanely cool, yet slow as hell (classic) Dawn of the Dead style of zombies.  I stumble around for hours as a jibbering, half-awake, drone of a zombie.

As I continue to write this the time keeps ticking away.  I might need to run to bed soon, and pray tomorrow comes and goes in a rapid fashion.

And of course, I always say a silent prayer for the zombie apocalypse before bed.

So Much More Invigorated

There was something about this election that put a little zing in my step.  I was excited.  For once I was feeling not so much disillusioned as hopeful for something new.  Not that I have all that much to complain about beyond my own personal shortcomings, really.  It's just that something has seemed stale at the highest levels of government in my eyes.  I've been apathetic for years.  I have never voted in a single election since registering some seven years ago.

Until now.

I voted in the 2008 presidential election.  I voted for Barack Obama.  I am proud to have voted for this man.  Somehow I just feel like I care a little bit more about politics.

There and Back

Two weeks ago I left for Europe.  Last week I came back from Europe.

Next time I'm going to spend more time there.  Not to mention go onto the actual continent part of Europe.  I greatly, greatly enjoyed London.  It was the most amazing trip of my life.  While the US and UK are similar in so many more ways than either country's citizens would like to admit, it was also a very alien environment.

I loved it.

I'm a traveler.

Homer: Well Marge, you gotta admit, I've been on my best behavior this trip.
Marge: You punched out three people on the street.
Homer: That was over soccer results. Can you believe they gave Giggs a yellow card in the box?!
Marge: Do you understand any part of what you just said?
Homer: I understood the word 'gave'… unless it means something else in this country!

...to post again.

Ugh.

That more or less sums up my entire mental state right now.  Focusing is a problem that is plaguing me right now.  It's a serious problem.  Why?  Because I want to accomplish something significant or make some headway in my writing.  In the end I can never settle my mind and actually focus on writing. I have so many possible avenues to follow.  I grab onto ideas and embrace them for all of a day.  I don't know, my mind can't focus on anything.  Blame for this can lie in anything, but in the end it's my own fault for not simply having the will to make my life more significant.  It's going to happen, but I need to make it happen.

I could also be using my time to look for a new job.  It just never fails, I'm always going to be unhappy in the job front.  That's what happens when you are a college graduate with a high school dropout's job.  It's demoralizing.  I put a positive spin on it, or at least attempt to do so.  I call it life experience, work experience, getting to know colorful characters, conditioning my body... anything I can to make it seem worthwhile.

I just need to pick one or two projects and focus all of my attention on those.  I have an unending flow of ideas.  However, those ideas are starting to burden me.  I feel like if I don't do something with all of them that I am failing myself to some degree.  I need to force myself to write.  Focus on my comedy novel, my comedy series, an internet comic, a blog, my epic novel (not bloody well likely), a project utilizing my friends and I, some sort of travel writing.  I think most importantly I have to write for some local papers.  Actually do the work, encourage myself to bust out.  I thought these blogs would be my vessel to express myself or my ideas.  Yet I just never muster up the gumption to update with new posts.  Almost like it's a burden somehow.  I can't let writing become a burden, like it is now, I need to make a rewarding and exciting experience.