Snooze this

5:45 am and I hear the sound of her phone announcing that is time to rise and shine and get ready for a new day. However, I don’t have to rise just yet, I have an hour or so before duty calls. Smiling, I roll over in bed, adjust the covers and prepare to dose off until it is my turn to get motivated. But wait, I sense a problem. I hear her fingers manipulating the phone as the light of the screen sends a near blinding light across the bed and directly into my face. The dog dives back under the covers hoping to recover her eyesight and I can hear her wimper softly. What could she possibly be doing with the phone? Texting? Sending a Tweet? A selfie for Instagram? Unfortunately it is worse than that, we are entering the dreaded “Snooze Zone.” I don’t mean snooze as in we are actually going to be able to get more sleep, no I am referring to that lovely little alarm feature that will make sure that no one will get a lick of shuteye for the rest of the morning. Apparently the 5:45 alarm was merely a suggestion. You know, kind of like when the doctor gives you a prescription for a cold and suggests you should probably watch your drinking. In theory a great idea but altogether impractical. I lay there attempting to get comfortable but what is the point? Once you have entered the Snooze Zone you are good and properly screwed. I stare at the ceiling waiting for the next blast of the alarm and ponder the logic of setting an alarm for a time that you have absolutely no intention of getting up for. Frankly, it makes zero sense. If you really don’t have to be up until 6:30 set the mother scratching alarm for 6:30. No one is winning bonus points on the scoreboard of life for setting the alarm for an ungodly hour and then ignoring it and subsequently disturbing everyone else in the process. At my advanced age every precious moment of sleep should be guarded and cherished not used and abused like a $2 whore. Luckily I think I have solved this horrible problem. I just had Rachel take a quick look at this draft and I am pretty sure I am in the clear. I don’t think her alarm should be an issue for me as I sleep on the couch tonight.

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100 word story — Revenge

Waiting quietly in the cold night air Michael crouches behind the cover of the hedge row.  Ten years ago they came for his family. Hiding in his upstairs bedroom he could hear the gunshots mixed with the sound of bodies hitting the floor.  His father had always warned them about the price of resistance and on this night the toll would be collected. Now he waits with a silenced pistol and the cover of darkness as protection.  No longer a child he is ready to settle the score. The sound of footsteps moving towards him means the time has come.

The Red Bullseye

The holiday season can frequently lead to pressure and stress and no more so then when it comes to picking out gifts. Not being able to find the perfect gift, the indecision of what to get someone (hello gift card) and fighting the hustle and bustle of the stores all add up to a pretty bad experience.  Occasionally we even find ourselves venturing into completely uncomfortable and unfamiliar territory during our holiday shopping.

I found myself in this situation this holiday when I was confronted with the fact that I needed a last minute gift while out shopping by myself and the most likely place to find it was going to be the local Target store.  You want to talk about terror?  Try being a guy out shopping and realizing that you have to walk into a Target store without a female guide?   I would have felt more comfortable trying to illegally cross the Pakistani border then walk into the private female cathedral known as Target.  They may as well as just hang a sign out front saying, “If you have a penis enter at your own risk.”  Uncomfortable?  Yep, in a watching Wolf of Wall Street with your mother in law sort of way.  As I pulled into the parking lot I realized that some of my last moments on earth could end up being the sight of some 30 something woman in an over sized SUV running me down in the parking lot while chatting on her phone and drinking a Starbucks latte.  I would be nothing more than a speed bump on the road to her salvation at female church of Target.

Once I safely made it through the parking lot and breached the perimeter defenses at the front door one thing dawned on me in Target.  Both the store and the female patrons are trying really hard to not be Wal Mart.  These ladies were not rocking ill fitting belly shirts and pajama pants that said, “Juicy” on the ass.  Oh no, they could have walked out of the store and straight into the nicest restaurant in town without missing a beat.  They were like carbon copied minions straight down to the leather boots and always present Starbucks cup.  I tried to avoid making any sort of contact and I think they barely noticed me as the combination of too much caffeine and overall Target euphoria had turned them into some sort of Milf Zombie horde.  I quietly crept through the store, raced through the express checkout and dove back into the parking lot amid the gleaming sheet metal of $40,000 SUV’s.   Like a Navy SEAL I clung to the shadows and worked my way back to my truck.  The Red Bullseye from the front of the store glowed menacingly at me as I pulled away and just as I was beginning to leave. I could have swore I heard the sound of security pursuing me out of the parking lot.  I will never be able to be sure but I swear I saw 13 women in North Face jackets chasing my car with torches and axes as I peeled off in to the night.  I had survived this round with the Bullseye but for how long?  What did they know?  Would they find me?

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Hack this. Please.

Given all of the recent drama revolving around the hacking of Sony Studios I feel compelled to offer up a brief suggestion to the hacking community. I am going to provide a small list of future targets in which you hacking them is actually a benefit to humanity. Now listen, I am not talking about destroying a corporation completely or ruining the world economy but just knocking some things off the grid for a while and making our lives better if only for a brief time.

1) Taco Bell — Why Taco Bell? Well, let’s think about this. Imagine the improvement in the overall gastrointestinal health of our planet if Taco Bell was a hacking victim. A drop in obesity as well as improved air quality due to the lessened levels of taco gas. Imagine the increased productivity at businesses everywhere when employees could actually come back to work after lunch and not have to make an immediate 30 minute trip to the restroom because that Burrito Supreme was about to make an unwelcome reappearance. Once again I see this as an overall win for everyone.

2) Who ever The Hell produces all of the ads for Viagra, Cialis, etc. Please hacker community do us a big favor here. We are in the heart of football season right now and you can’t even watch a game without getting visually assaulted by images of horned up seniors popping pills and ending up watching the sunset naked in separate bath tubs. Which leads me to another point, if you have taken your pill, spent an amazing day antiquing with your precious Ethel and now it is ahem, go time, shouldn’t both of you end up naked in the same bath tub if that was what you were going for? I doubt either one of you are as flexible as you used to be and that whole two bathtub thing has an emergency room visit written all over it.

3) Progressive Insurance — This one comes down to one freaking thing. Flo. I don’t want people to lose insurance coverage, not at all. I am just asking hackers out there to take old Flo out behind the cyber woodshed and slow her roll a little bit. No fictional commercial character should be dominating this much air time especially at that level of annoyance. The Budweiser Frogs think perhaps maybe Flo has gotten a little big for her britches and that’s saying something.

4) The New York Yankees — Oh man, nothing would be finer than a nice little cyber attack on Pinstripe Nation. Yankees website goes down, tickets become unavailable, mouth breathers in their mom’s basement can’t YouTube old Derek Jeter highlights. It couldn’t happen to a more deserving organization. No, I don’t want them run out of business and out of baseball but damn it would sure be funny to see ESPN try to do baseball coverage if they didn’t have the Yankees nuts to swing from for awhile.

Well, hopefully all of the gifted hackers out there will take this advice to heart and maybe try to do something positive with their powers. I mean blowing up the premiere of a horrendous Seth Rogen film is a start but all you did is turn into a political thing and piss everyone off. I am sure Miley Cyrus or Kesha are working on a new album, maybe move your focus there? Pretty please?

The Dreaded List

I was listening to talk radio the other day and the male host of the show was relaying the fact that he would be taking some time off soon for the upcoming Holiday season. He mentioned that he had been pretty excited about the idea of the time away. Unfortunately as he had talked with his wife about the upcoming hiatus he was informed that she was well aware of his vacation and she had begun working on “The List” for him for during his down time. Believe me when I tell you that there are not many things that a guy wants to see less than “The List.” Having to watch the Kardashians or the Bachelorette get honorable mention here but they are generally a temporary walk through hell compared to the death march of dealing with “The List.” Nothing will ruin the prospect of time off of work or a nice long weekend like being confronted with “The List.” Of course the list I am referring to is the always awful honey do list.
I do not know when the list first came into being. I am guessing at some point some ancient cave woman looked around the cave and saw her favorite caveman taking a nice nap on the floor after a long day of hunting and gathering and said to herself, “Awe, Hell no. This cave is a mess, I have a bison hide than needs to be skinned and tanned and the garden is in shambles. I am going to go get my stone tablet and chisel and make this guy a list.” Now here we are thousands of years later and the female species has learned to wield the honey do list like a modern day weapon of relaxation destruction. I am assuming there is a primitive instinct that has been finely honed since prehistoric times that activates in the female brain the moment the idea of relaxation has been mentioned by their mate.
To me the intriguing thing about “The List” is the complete one-sidedness of it. I am guessing at some point in history some guy thought he would be smart and go ahead and create a honey do list for his sweetie when she had a couple of days off. Fair is fair right? I am sure that is exactly what he was thinking right up until he found himself standing outside the cave with nothing but his loincloth and a bruise on his head from getting clobbered with a Brontosaurus bone. At no point since this first attempt has there ever been a documented case of a man getting away with presenting their beloved with “The List” and living to tell about it. During my research I had heard a rumor about a reclusive man living in the woods in Northern Maine who claimed to have successfully passed a list to his wife but alas, much like Sasquatch, I fear it was just a myth.
I guess the bottom line here is this. “The List” is here to stay. It contains some sort of ancient power that has lived through the ages and so far it has not been stopped. As guys I guess we will just have to deal with it and move forward. I fear that resistance will always be futile. Just as I cannot explain why anyone would listen to PitBull or Justin Bieber I have no answers for this problem. I had kicked around the idea of a guy only “List” support group but I felt that the guys would probably be too scared of reprisal back at home. So I guess we will quietly hide our pain and suffering much like our cave dwelling ancestors. The struggle is real folks. The struggle is real.

Something new and different

Alright everyone, this is the very bare bones introduction of my new blog. Please ignore the fact that there is not much to it, I am horrible with layout and design as well as technology in general. This one will not be exclusively sports related at all so hopefully it will have a more universal appeal. What I am hoping for is something funny, thought provoking and even newsworthy and interesting. I know we are all very busy with work, family and all sorts of obligations so instead of just relying on my own work I am asking all of my friends to feel free to contribute. Find a cool news link? Send it on over. A cool photo that you took or found? That will work to. I would love to see a group of folks sharing their creativity and intellect. I am going to either find someone or finally learn myself on how to make this thing visibly appealing and technologically correct. Consider that my New Years Resolution to all of you for 2015. I did mention sharing news and views but hopefully we can keep it from becoming some sort of crazy political or religious rant fest. As they say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.” Anybody who loves to write and wants to practice their craft please feel free to use this platform. I may even throw in a monthly contest to spur along your creativity. Anyway, we are just getting started folks and I would truly love any ideas, comments and feedback that you have. So put on your thinking caps on and get those creative juices flowing, Hopefully this can be a fun and rewarding adventure for everyone. Of course you can also catch up with me on Facebook or on Twitter @Craiger211. Thank you everyone.