Kobe’s Ruptured Achilles and My Hate Towards Him

2013-04-13 23.48.14

Sam posted on my Facebook timeline, “I need to know your opinion about Kobe and his ruptured Achilles.”

I actually happened to see this game on TV live. I had checked ESPN.com and saw Stephen Curry had 47 on the Lakers, so just as I tuned into the game, this happened. And immediately as I saw it, I knew what had happened.

Having ruptured my Achilles almost 14 years back in 1999, I have a soft spot for those who also rupture their Achilles. But I also hate Kobe and I hate the Lakers. How do I reconcile this?

Now what I call “hate” here isn’t actual hate.  Like if I saw Kobe walking down the street, my blood wouldn’t boil walking past him.  I wouldn’t have the urge to shank in the back or to sock him in the throat.  This kind of “hate”  is the sports hate that any real sports fan would understand.  I didn’t have an ill-will toward him.  I didn’t want him to break is leg.  As with any sports hate, we just love seeing the team/person fail.

When you cheer for my group of teams (Milwaukee Bucks, Miami Dolphins) who have barely seen any postseason games, you have to find a second team to cheer for or find teams to cheer against.  I have lots of teams and players than I hate, but there is no other team/player that I loved cheering against more than the Lakers and Kobe. Even after Kobe went down, I was still cheering hard for the Warriors to win the game.

So how do I feel about Kobe and his ruptured Achilles? While I do enjoy seeing Kobe fail, I never wanted to see this (or any other serious injury) happen to him.  So I feel bad for him.  I know how frustrating it is to deal with a ruptured Achilles.  The long rehab.  The daily soreness.  I was in my athletic prime too when I ruptured it.

I hope he recovers quickly, and back to his full strength.  I can’t wait to cheer against him again.

@googlenexus #nexusmasterpiece

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I’m not so good at art, so I decided to use my 4 year old son, 2 year old daughter, and 1 year old daughter’s art to make my creation for the Galaxy Nexus challenge.  Here’s an image to the art (full size):

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Process:

My original idea was just to take one of Caris’ drawings, and then make a photo mosaic using their pictures of my kids from the past 4 years.  However, it seemed a little too simple while creating, so I needed to add Caleb & Chloe to the mix as well.

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I first had Caris draw an Android figure.  It was quite beautiful.

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Here’s the picture I used for the final art.

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Caleb

We decided to make cookies for our last Music Together class.  Here’s Caleb and Caris mixing the cookie dough.

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I used some of the extra cookie dough to make this Android figure.

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Chloe

I figure Chloe couldn’t draw anything that resembled an Android figure, so I just gave her a green crayon and hoped she would draw some grass.  Mission accomplished.

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Of course she was a little hungry too.

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Here’s what Chloe came up with.

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Putting it all together

I wanted to take the characters and grass and put them on another canvas, so I had to crop out the Android figures and grass using gimp.

2011-11-17_09-48-02_HDR => Caris Android

IMG_20111119_104257 => Caleb Android

2011-11-19_11-13-03_HDR => chloe

Now I just need to put them all together.

I added the ground, the sky, the sun and some clouds.  And voila.

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Honestly, I could have been done here, but my original idea was to create a photo mosaic of my kids art.  Since Caleb was born over 4 years ago, I’ve taken over 15,000 pictures.  That should be enough images to make a nice mosaic.

Using metapixel, I converted all my pictures into 64×64 images.

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Then using our art we created above as the source, I created the photo mosaic (full size image/warning: 80megs.  You can even seen my children!).

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Not quite satisfied with everything, why don’t I go back to the beginning and insert this image back into the board where Caris originally started.

Here’s the board with non-mosaic board.

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And here’s the final image.

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I Hate You, Natty

So I’ve been running the Ubuntu 11.04 Alpha 3 for the past month.  This latest Ubuntu has been far from stable, and I have no idea how they are going to release a stable version within a month.

So gnome 3 just got released, and I wanted to install it on my laptop.  I install the PPA and see there the warnings that there is no downgrade path.  I figure I could just Unity desktop anyways.  However gnome 3 hosed my machine.  Apparently, I don’t have hardware acceleration, although I did prior to installing it.  Not only did gnome 3 screw up gnome, it screwed up the Unity desktop as well.  So I just decided to reinstall Ubuntu from scratch.

The Ubuntu installer is suppose to have a more understandable installer.  From this Lifehacker article, you can see the install options.

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The first option on my computer says “Erase Natty Narwhal and reinstall.”  I choose this option.  Notice the 3rd option will wipe everything, which I don’t want since I still want my Windows 7 installed.  Good.  Should be easy enough, right?

Ubuntu installs fine.  I restart and I don’t see the Windows 7 option in grub.  I’ll go fix that then.  Hmm…  Windows partition is gone.  Stupid Ubuntu installer used the whole disk rather than just my linux partition.  I chose “Erase Natty Narwhal and reinstall,” not “Erase everything.”  Why are you deleting my Windows partition?

I hate you, Natty.

Goodbye G1

Goodbye G1. You were good to me. But I’ve found someone new. You’re just not as lovely as my new attachment. You’re not as fast. In fact some might call you slow and ugly. But you will always have a special place in my heart.

Simmon’s Mock Draft

sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/100420

10. Jacksonville

TRADE!

The Jags can absolutely talk Pete Carroll into a "Look, if you don’t trade up for C.J. Spiller right now, we’re trading this pick to someone who will" scenario, right? Although part of me wants Carroll to abandon the Spiller chase, trade for Matt Leinart and sign Reggie Bush, just because it would be fun to have that trio back together, only this time, Leinart and Bush would be getting paid OVER the table (italics mine). (The UCLA fans are giggling right now.) Screw it, let’s give Seattle Spiller.

My Gay Dreams

Saturday night, I had a couple of strange and intense dreams.  My first dream wasn’t gay.  In fact it was more murderous than gay.  In fact it was all murderous and none gay.  I don’t remember the premise of the dream.  All I remember is some man and woman are trying to gun me down.  Or maybe they did.  Apparently years ago, according to the dream, I had done something to some man, and they wanted to let me know they didn’t forget about it.  Like some bad mafia dream.

I awoke from this dream kind of dazed.  I looked at the clock saw that it wasn’t even 2am yet.  I was trying to get more sleep, but it took a while.  The gout pain in my knee hit it’s peak at that moment.  So maybe the drugs, and the pain in my knee had some affect on my next dream.  Onto my gay dream.

So I’m in the dark room with a dozen or so other people.  We’re watching some type of presentation or video, which I had know idea what it was talking about.  I’m sitting in the back row with some unknown people, but what we are sitting in are more like couches than chairs.  The man next to me, whom I don’t recognize, starts chatting it up with me.  From what I remember we’re having a good conversation, and we seem to be getting along, when a message appears on the projector.

“Would the men in the back row stop talking.  It’s distracting.”

I understand the talking can be a little distracting, so I’m going to stop.  This other man stops as well, but he’s changed a little.  He’s no longer wearing a shirt…  Or pants.  Just him in his underwear, steadily getting closer and closer to me.  He’s starting to try to cuddle with me.  My focus returns to the screen.

However like so many of my other dreams, things morph rather quickly.  No longer are we in a room watching a presentation, but now, we’re sitting in a car.  I’m in the middle of the back seat.  To my left, with a shirt on, but still currently gay, Vince Carter.  To my right, Tyra Banks.  (Now you may wonder how these celebrities enter my dream.  I do not know.  My most memorable dream I’ve had included celebrities, which I’ll include as a bonus)

Since we’re on the road now and in the car, Vince Carter starts talking about himself and his past relationships with other men.  However it’s finally dawning on me that Vince is not only interested in me, but he also believes we’re already together.  Let me clarify for those who don’t know who I am.  I’m happily married to my beautiful wife.  And I’m not gay.  Luckily Tyra is next to me and knows these facts as well.  I ask her for some advice on how to break it to him.  She is useless and has no suggestions.  Apparently she only has advice when she is on TV and surrounded by hundreds of crazed women ready to bash men.

Another morphing occurs, and Vince Carter is longer Vince.  Jose Canseco has now arrived in my dream.

Jose continues talking about his relationships.  His tone is getting testier and a little bit angry.  I believe he’s beginning to sense that I’m not into him, without ever having to tell him.  Maybe if Vince Carter was still there, I wouldn’t be as afraid.  But all I can think about is “wow, those ‘roids have made him big.”  I tried to distance myself from Jose physically as much possible by squeezing into Tyra.  Some of you might enjoy a dream getting closer with Tyra Banks, however, we are both fearing for our lives.  We’re trapped inside a speeding vehicle with nowhere to go.  Jose Canseco, already whacked out on steroids, is finding out that I’m rejecting his love.  Violence ensues.

He starts hitting me on the arm.  Ow!  Hits me on the leg.  OWW!  I’m looking for a way out of the car.  Tyra is looking for a way out of the car.  But we are trapped.  Do I jump out of the moving car?  Do I leave Tyra alone with Jose?  Will she jump out too?  These are questions are left unanswered.  My rescuer has arrived.

I hear a baby talking.  It is Caris.  The baby monitor has woken me up!  Thank you, Caris.

Bonus Dream

I remember this dream much more vividly years ago, but I still remember it.  This dream occurred back in 2000.

I’m out to save the princess.  But to get to her, I have to fight through a bunch of ninjas.  Black ninjas.  White ninjas.  They’re all there to stop me from getting the princess.  I’m doing well against them.  I’m able to fight them off as individuals, but their numbers soon begin to overwhelm me.  All of the sudden Anthony Hopkins & Catherine Zeta-Jones drop down from the sky to help me.  Anthony Hopkins & Catherine Zeta-Jones together defeat the rest of the ninjas.

Anthony Hopkins has something profound to say to me, but I forgot.  Must have not been that important.

Bowling & CSI

I love bowling.  I used to bowl all the time back in junior high when in the summertime Chaparral Lanes offered unlimited bowling on the weekdays from noon to 4pm for $40 bucks.  That summer was one of the best summers I had back in school.  We’d bowl for a few hours, walk to I’m Comics, play some Street Fighter II, and bowl some more.  So I know a little bit about bowling.  Maybe more than a little bit.

So I’m catching up on CSI from this season and they have this bowling episode.  The problem, it seems, is that it doesn’t look any of the editors know anything about bowling from the screenshot and score below.

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Now some of you may notice a discrepancy in the score.  Probably a lot of you won’t, so I’ll explain.  The score itself tells you a lot about what has yet to happen.

From the screenshot, Cigs is bowling, and he has a double (well a Turkey, but that first strike has already been counted in his score) going into the 10th frame.  (For a more in-depth look into how scoring works, check the wikipedia page)  The score Cigs currently has is not possible.  In this situation, there should be no score in the 9th frame.  In fact the 8th frame should not have a score as well, since the strike counts the next two balls into the score.  We can see from the 7th to 8th frame, he gets 28 pins.  We know his first ball knocks down 8 pins.

Of course in order to try to build suspense, the writers of CSI have Cigs getting a 7-10 split.

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Oh know.  One of the hardest splits to pick up, and he has to pick it up if he wants to win.  Well, we already know what happens since that score in the 9th frame that shouldn’t be there, is there.  He picks it up, and thus pretty much sealing the match (unless he gutters on the last ball).  I haven’t seen what actually happens after this since before Cigs can throw his second ball, a head comes out of the return.

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What I do know is that he picked up the split.  I’ll have to finish the episode and update this post if that doesn’t happen.

Now this analysis may be lengthy and kind of convoluted.  Who has the time to analyze a bowling score on a TV show.  Well, remember I know a little bit about bowling.  This only took seconds for me to notice the score was wrong and know what was about to happen.  I’m such a nerd.

Nigerian Scammers

I’ve been trying to sell my extra laptop for the past month.  I’ve been posting ads on craigslist and Facebook.  However, almost all of the responses I get are from Nigerian scammers.  I have a few options when dealing with scammers.  I either ignore them.  Or I pose as an interested buyer.  Or I simply call them out on it.

The image I used below is the first image I found when I searched for “grandma” on Google images with moderate filtering.  Maybe it’s this result just in Belize.  It is crude, but fitting nonetheless.

Between You and Sindri Joe

Sindri Joe February 25 at 1:01am

hi
i am really interested in buying this item for my Grandson in west Africa as a Birthday gift and i will be offering you $570 including the shipping cost to west Africa kindly get back to me with your pay pal email address, so that i can send out the payment as soon as possible.
Thanks and Stay Bless

Christopher Wong February 25 at 9:43am

Your grandson? Wow. You can’t be more than 20 from your picture. You should really find a new picture that reflects your age.

Sindri Joe February 25 at 11:11am

what do you mean by that?

Christopher Wong February 25 at 10:56pm

If you’re going to pose as a grandmother, perhaps you should use a photo that doesn’t look like you’re 16 years old. Technically, it is possible at that age to be a grandmother, but highly improbably. Like one in a million if not worse odds. That’s like you having a child at 8 years old. And then having your child having a baby at 8 years old.

If you are that one in a million, I’ll send you my computer free of charge. You’ll need all the help you can get. That’s got to be psychologically and emotionally damaging.

However, I’m assuming you’re a male Nigerian scammer, who hasn’t had much luck scamming people via Facebook. The least you can do is use a picture of an actual grandmother.

 

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I Feel the Need… The Need for Good Pizza

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I’m eating pizza here at the office for our from Pizzamania.  It’s a local joint down the street that I’ve never been to, mainly because of the review/response from coworkers who’ve been there prior to me working here.  It’s good.  It’s better than Papa John’s.  But it ain’t fantastic.  It ain’t great.  Far from it.

I started thinking about Zachary’s Pizza, and how I miss that great pizza.  Yvonne and I, when we visit up north, would make a trip out to Zachary’s and bring a half-baked home.  The TSA would hassle us (in a friendly/joking way) about our pizza, but it was always worth it. (That’s also the time I saw Jerry Rice waiting in the security line immediately in front of me.  He played for the Seakhawks at the time.  I think they won that day.)

So I figure someone from Chicago must say this type of pizza online.  And certainly they must be better than Zachary’s, right?  So I found a place called Giordano’s.  They claim to be world famous, but I’ve never heard of them.  But then again I haven’t heard of a lot of world famous restaurants even here in LA.  But Giordano’s offers shipped half-baked stuffed deep dish pizza to anywhere in America!  Look at that picture.  It looks like some Zachary’s pizza.  I go through the checkout process, and the price of the pizza is reasonable.  Only 20 bucks for a single topping 12 inch pizza.  I figure the shipping should be only another 10 bucks or so, right? Oh no.

$52.20 for shipping.

I think I’ll pass on this Pizza.  The place got good reviews on Yelp, but some reviewers compared it to Zachary’s and the majority rated Zachary’s better.  Now I’m not going to pay $50 bucks to get an inferior pizza from Chicago.  But maybe a friend, or Cal student can hook a brother up?

(I looked up the score for that game.  Seahawks won. http://www.pro-football-reference.com/boxscores/200411070sfo.htm)

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