kybearfuzz: (Sharpening Claws)
It was incredibly cold night to play. The temps were in the low 60s, but it was overcast and windy, which made for a very chilly night to play. We had a double-header, the early game and the late with a hour break in between.

The first team we played was not very good, but both teams are in the recreational division. Several of them were working out injuries. We beat them easily, but we were courteous, taking only one base when we could grab two. One inning, we even gave them six outs so they could bat around more. Playing right field, I caught a pop fly for the final out of the game.

The second game was more aggravating. It's the team "formerly known as Shooters," named after a closed country/western bar. They were in the competitive division last year, but they claim they've lost and replaced players and now are in the intermediate division. I saw some of their replacement players and they are past players on the team. On their whole team, I'd say maybe two of them play at the intermediate level. The rest are still at the competitive level.

Naturally, they trounced us, 30-something to some single-digit score. Sore losers are bad enough, but sore winners are freakin' worse. One of our guys had three fouls and was about to bat again, when the pitcher said he should be out. He said the rule was one free foul, but the ump was allowing it. Now, the Sheldon Coopers of the world would say rules are rules, but when you already have a double-digit lead on us, it looks very petty.

Worse, I was catching the second game and had to listen to three straight, insufferable twats on their team sit on the bleachers and give ESPN-like play-by-play of every mistake we made. When two outfielders nearly collided on a high fly hit, dropping the ball, they were laughing and talking about our team's lack of communication. They communicate better, they said cackling. It grated on my last nerve.

Normally, I'm very jovial, cracking jokes with the batters as they come up, and I did for the first part of the game, but after this insult to injury I had no f**ks left to give. After they batted through their line up the second time or so, we finally got a third out. I was coaching first and the other team's first basement tried to joke with me, but I just smiled and let it go. Their scorekeeper tried to flirt with me, but I wasn't in the mood and just nodded without a word.

Ironically, while I ended the first game by catching the last out, I ended this game by being tagged out at second.

I think our captain is going to report their playing level to make sure they play in the right division. We're not perfect, but against an intermediate team, would have done much better. I don't want it to sound like we're sore losers. We lost both games last week and had a great time, but dealing with the overly macho crap with this team made it no fun at all.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
I've been in Seattle for the past week for a work meeting. There wasn't any time for sightseeing or meeting local friends, as we worked long days. When Friday rolled around, I was looking forward to getting home, but not the long trip as had my first flight at noon and with a layover and connection, I wasn't slated to get home until 11 PM.

I wish I had gotten home so easily.

Just after I had boarded my flight to Houston, United Airlines canceled my connection from there to Cincinnati due to weather, notifying me by email. I literally got the email as I was shutting down my phone as they were closing the plane door. So, I was stuck. If I had gotten it 20 minutes earlier, I could have switched the flights.

Four hours later, the flight landed in Houston, and I trudged my way to the United information desk for help, which they weren't. There were no other flights to get me home, supposedly even on other airlines, so I was stuck there for the night. I was on standby for a 10 AM flight, guaranteed to a flight at 7 PM. Really, that was the "best" they could do, which sucked. United gave me a number for a discounted hotel rate, but made no offer to pay for it. She told me that my bags were on the baggage claim carousel, so I could pick them up at least.

I walked over to the baggage claim only to find that I would have to wait 2-4 hours for them to get my bag, as the bags from the flight were warehoused. F**k! So I got a bag of cheap toiletries from the baggage claim lady, spoke with a lady with a horribly thick accent on the phone to get a hotel, then waited for the hotel shuttle.

First thing I did at the hotel was wash my shirt, socks, and underwear at the hotel. I just can't handle doing without clean clothes. I called my sister to complain, got my clean clothes from the dryer, showered, and went to bed.

The next morning, I went to the airport and to the gate for my standby flight. The flight was oversold. Seriously, they put me on STANDBY for an OVERBOOKED flight. I was so frustrated and angry, I was shaking. I went to the information desk, my voice quivering as I was nearly exploding. The agent was pushing me through Chicago to Cincinnati. She played the same game as the agent from the night before, put me on standby for one flight, but guaranteed me for another.

I ran like a madman through the airport, running from Terminal B to C, to try to catch this flight. In my sweaty clothes with no deodorant, I puffed my way to the gate to find they had booked me STANDBY on another OVERSOLD flight. It was like a cruel game, to get my hopes up on something that was near impossible.

I made the next flight to Chicago, sitting next to a "sleeping" older man who farted four times during the two hour ride, and made the flight home to Cincinnati. After landing, I got to baggage claim, realizing my bags were there way ahead of me. To put the cherry on top of this very bitter cake, I had to deal with this lazy queen at United's baggage service. When I told him that I was looking for my bag, he pointed me over to the baggage carousel. I told him that my bag had been sent ahead because of a canceled flight, described the bag, and offered my baggage claim ticket. The guy didn't even look at it, put the orange he'd been eating down, and reluctantly went to the next room to get my bag. Bitch...

It took 32.5 hours to get home. The time above includes:

- Four airports in four states
- Three time zones
- Two connections
- One canceled flight
- Two stand-by tickets that failed
- One fruitless long-distance run through the Houston airport
- Six mocha frappacinos
- One pair of underwear
- No deodorant

In almost 23 years of air travel, both domestic and international, I have never experienced anything close to this. I pray I never do again.
kybearfuzz: (Sharpening Claws)
I took the day off from work today. I woke up and just ran out of energy. With all the vacation time I have built up, burning a day certainly wasn't hard to do. I worked out, ate lunch, ran some errands, and finished coloring the pages of my comic.

At lunch, I was reading an article on Facebook about how the Noah's Ark replica "theme park" in Kentucky is not having the desired attendance and outcome. I roll my eyes and think "I could have told you that."

It's a "Christian" theme park, with the supposedly accurate replica of the Ark. However, the truth in the place gets lost after that because the group that built it believe that the world is 6,000 years old, that Jesus rode the dinosaurs and they were saved on the Ark, and that fossils were placed on the Earth to trick us. They use "science" only to support what they want and try to ignore the rest.

After it was built, the attendance was low and continues to be so. Tourists are not flocking to it in droves, and the few who do are not hanging around to expand the economy of the surrounding area. All the incentives used to sell this idea to the idiots in KY government who bought into this plan have not come to pass.

However, I could have told you that this was a bad idea. If I were there when it was presented, I'd have told them all the things wrong with it.

  • Such an attraction has a limited fan base. It really is only a draw for Christians, and mainly just those who are willing to suspend any scientific belief. The rest who go are probably only curious visitors.

  • It's not really near a big city. It's about 45 minutes south of Cincinnati and about an hour north of Lexington, KY. To go there, you have to make a special trip. Most folks are only passing through that stretch of Interstate 75 on their way to somewhere else.

  • In terms of exhibits, unlike a museum with rotating themes and articles of interest, it doesn't change. Once a person has gone, there isn't much of an incentive to go again.

  • Because of separation of church and state, public schools should not be using this as a field trip. I suspect that some schools may try it, but realistically parents (and science teachers) should be vehemently against it.

The group who designed this place is also the folks who run the "Creation Museum" outside Cincinnati, Ohio. Aside from the animatronic dinosaurs, I cannot fathom any reason to go there as they also take a twisted view of science, using only the bits that support what they want to project and dismissing that which doesn't. For example, I have heard that they believe carbon dating is not reliable, because to them the Earth is only 6,000 years old, so how can something be carbon-dated to be older than that. The problem is that science is true whether you believe it or not.

I've not formally visited either place, nor do I plan to. [ profile] guinnesscub and I went through the Creation "Museum" gift shop a few years back, which doesn't require a ticket, and the science-phobic attitude were pretty prevalent then. We did it as a lark before he flew back to his then home in Philadelphia. That's as close to it as I'm willing to get.
kybearfuzz: (Grrrrrrr!!!!)
The last couple of weeks I have been getting "robocalls" from the "IRS" or the government. There have been some variations on each call as they're not the same. They basically say that this is my "final notice" to contact them regarding a federal lawsuit against me for some undefined legal matter or violations. It also states that if I choose to ignore this phone call that I will be arrested by the "cops" (their word, I swear). The call ends with a phone number that I need to call to settle this matter and the number changes each time as well.

This is a known scam. From what I've read online, if I call the number, someone (probably with a foreign accent) will curse and lambast me, stating that I owe a significant amount of fines that must be paid in that instant (via credit card or bank transfer). Failure to do so will have the federal authorities at my door within seconds to cart me off to prison. These @$$holes prey upon the elderly quite a bit with this scam, from what I've heard.

I am half-tempted to call them, put on a full-blown crying jag, complete with anxiety attack and begging fit, just to see what they'll do, to waste their time as they have annoyed me.

I'm actually surprised that Uncle Sam has not cracked down on these fools as they are presenting themselves as federal agents, which is against the law in itself, not to mention the extortion angle.
kybearfuzz: (Armed)
Cincinnati Pride is next weekend. It's something I look forward to every year. With the Orlando tragedy still fresh in everyone's minds, Pride is going to be very emotional this year, I'm sure.

So, it irritates the $#!+ out of me that a local public gun-waving, open-carry enthusiast is organizing a group to go to Pride to show us gays that guns aren't scary.


After a gun-loving homophobe just killed 49 of our brothers, sisters, and allies at a gay bar, this f**king moron thinks that walking around our Pride celebration with his gun will make us feel better. Obviously, he doesn't care one bit about the gay community, our feelings at this very sensitive time, our rights, etc. He just wants to make a political statement and make us nervous at the same time. He has apparently done this sort of thing at other public gatherings.

Several local folks have pleaded with him to respect our celebration and not do this on FB, but he has ignored them, blocked them, or tried to convince them that he's doing us some sort of distorted favor.

He's not going to scare me away. While we probably can't stop him or his fellow douchebags from showing up (the religious nuts come every year too), we can ignore him just like we do them. The City of Cincinnati had already promised an increased police presence this year.

I need to get my Pride shirt ready for this year.
kybearfuzz: (Grrrrrrr!!!!)
I seriously didn’t mean to leave you all hanging on the whole neighbor van thing. The neighbor eventually managed to drag himself out of bed and move the van, too late for the mail, but any progress is good.

However, when I drove home on Tuesday, there was ANOTHER car blocking my mailbox, a little red convertible piece of crap that I swear had a cassette player in it. I was ranting in my driveway, giving the neighbors a good show with my flailing arm movements and blue language. Luckily, my mailman must have felt sorry for me (and was tired of hold my mail) and delivered it anyway, complete with a DVD I had ordered.

Wednesday was not a good day either as I drove up to find yet ANOTHER car blocking it, this time a Toyota SUV. By blocking, I mean that it is too close to the mail box. The mailman does not have to exit his vehicle to deliver the mail (unless there is a package). If he cannot swing in, drop off the mail, and leave, then technically he doesn’t have to deliver the mail and he writes that the box was blocked. City ordinance says cars cannot park within 10 feet of a mailbox, but realistically if you give the mailman five feet, he can get in and out without trouble. My mailman knows me personally, so he’s cut me a break or two, and I managed to catch him yesterday and get my mail.

I left a friendly note under the wiper to ask the drive to not block my mailbox. Then I thought to myself that I should call the city. An officer stopped by and was very friendly about it, and told me that he would ticket the car if it happens again. Since I managed to get my mail (I was still holding it when he showed up), he didn’t leave a ticket this time. He also said that until the road construction is done, I might want to drop my mail off at work or a postbox, which I might do.

So we will see what happens today. I’m trying not to get too mad at this, but it’s becoming very inconvenient and the inconsiderate people are driving me nuts.
kybearfuzz: (Bianca Del Rio)
I've been reading several postings online about a tow-truck driver named Ken Shupe who refused to tow the car of a disabled woman because he saw that she was a Bernie Sanders supporter via her bumper sticker. He said that Jesus would not allow him to help this woman. He also is a Donald Trump supporter.

Political affiliations aside, this is just someone being a $#!++y human being. It's amazing how low people can go for their political beliefs. He calls himself a Christian and yet does something that Christ would never do -- abandon someone in need.

The story of this hit home for me this past Sunday. After a long drive from my hometown, I stopped at nearby gas station to fill up before heading home. As I pulled up to the pump, I saw a couple of guys pushing a large SUV from the pump out of the way. It looks like they were moving it next to another SUV, so I'm guessing the two families were traveling together. The guys pushing were really struggling, so before pumping my gas, I ran up to help them.

I'm not sure if it was my weight behind it, or the three of us, but the SUV moved a heck of a lot faster once I stepped up. The cute bearded man of the two thanked me. As I was stepping away from the vehicle, I noticed the Trump sticker on the back.

While I don't agree with the political affiliation, and now think the cute bearded guy is a bit stupid, I don't regret helping them. And I'd have helped them regardless.

Not because Jesus told me to.
Not because I wanted recognition.
Maybe (partially) because the one bearded guy was cute.

I did it because I was taught better than super-douche Shupe. And if I were in their place, I would hope that someone would help me. /rant
kybearfuzz: (Dreaming)
I was going to say that I had another weird dream this morning, but most of them are weird, right?

In this dream, I was out of town somewhere. It felt like I was staying at some kind of resort and I might have been there for work, but it's not clear. At some point, on my own time, I went to the back deck of a cabin or building with my laptop/iPad for a little "me time." It was a nice day so I thought going outside would be great.

I was on some sort of website that was more like Facebook, but seemed to have some sort of proximity-displaying element like Scruff or Growlr. While I was searching around and minding my own business, a young woman and her two young daughters came walking through the grass to play. I looked up at her and saw it was Candace Cameron Bure, the "Christian" actress and talk-show host.

Now I am not one of those people who go nuts over celebrities, especially when I don't agree with their political or religious viewpoints, so I just politely nodded and smiled and went back to my laptop.

A few moments later, a new "post" appeared on the website from Bure. It read something like this:

  • "Why is that guys like to sit alone in the park by themselves? It's very creepy when a mom is out with her kids."

And she tagged me, by name, in the post, which is why I think it popped up on my feed. Very surprised, I looked up and around for her, seeing how she just called me out, wondering if she'd be brave enough to confront me face-to-face. She had gone to play elsewhere it seems.

I sat back and was working up my response, hitting her with the fact it is a public space (but not a park, as I recall) and that it is unfair to infer that I'm creepy considering that she doesn't know me, but feel comfortable enough to publicly post about me otherwise. I was probably going to throw some serious shade at her political beliefs fueling these perceptions.

However, I never got the chance to type up these things as I woke up. You dodged my wrath this round, Candace.
kybearfuzz: (Bag Hag)
Nothing major happened this week. It's been busy at work and I've been relatively tired when I get home from work. A few naps occurred. Here are some bits and pieces of news and other things I remember (so far):

  • Glenn Frey of the Eagles passed away this week. During my teenage years, his hits "The Heat is On" and "You Belong to the City" were popular thanks to the movie "Beverly Hills Cop" and the show "Miami Vice." I remember thinking that he was very handsome and I enjoyed his videos for the music and the eye candy. It's rather sad when artists you sort of grew up with start passing away. It brings your own aging to the forefront.

  • I have managed to get the next issue of "Grizzly and The Bear Patrol" plotted out. Hopefully, I'll have the pages plotted out and can start drawing soon. However, I've been in a bit of a drawing slump of late. After the 365 days of cartooning, I guess I subconsciously took a bit of break.

  • Caribou Barbie (aka Sarah Palin) endorsed Donald Trump for President. What a spectacle... As one circulating online meme states, "Hot Mess Endorses Dumpster Fire!" I snort-laughed at the one, which almost never happens. Since McCain lost the presidential election with her as a running mate, I don't see her endorsement as a positive one for Trump. I dread the election season. It makes us look so ridiculous to other countries.

  • I've been binge-watching "Criminal Minds" and "Keeping Up Appearances" on Netflix. How is that for two ends of the spectrum in terms of entertainment.

  • The snow is a-coming apparently. The volume keeps changing, but it looks like my area will be getting around 6 inches. The rest of KY is looking at much more. Luckily, I've already been to the store for groceries. Friday is looming, so I'm good with the snow.
kybearfuzz: (Comic Book Bears)
Here are a few odds and ends of the week so far (and it's only Tuesday):

  • Saturday, I went to see a matinee of Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension. The reviews have been poor for the flick, but since I've seen all of the others, I wanted to watch it. And not subject others to it. It's not the worst of the series, but far from the best. The only positive was the eye candy, as the two guys playing the lead brothers were very hot, both sporting facial hair and had good bodies.

  • Since the matinee was a bit of a bust, I opted to watch my favorite movie Saturday night, Black Christmas (1974). It being November, it seemed appropriate to watch a movie that's a mix of Halloween and Christmas. I do love that flick. Part of me wishes that the awful remake in 2006 had been a sequel instead.

  • On Sunday, the Kickstarter for the first issue of "The Crime Fighter Inquiry" closed. It was written by [ profile] boomerz1 and drawn by yours truly. The issue has been sitting on the shelf for a few months, but because of our busy schedules, we've not been able to get things moving on it. The Kickstarter finished at 214% above the set goal, which was very exciting. So, we'll be working on finishing up the issue (one of the incentives offered was to have yourself drawn into the comic) and then we'll be working on printing and promotion.

  • Monday was kind of ... meh, but Mondays are like that.

  • One of the things I've seen in the news of late was the Starbucks cup debacle. Debacle is a strong word for what essentially stupid, overly religious nutjobs trying to make drama and a name for themselves. The relatively plain cup doesn't have any major holiday symbols, so one particular douchebag has decided that this is Starbucks taking Christ out of Christmas, or some other tired rhetoric. He even thought he was clever for telling the barista that his name was "Merry Christmas" to get them to write it on the cup. He was proud of that. Ummm.. they'll write whatever you want, and often misspell it, and you PAID for the coffee, so... yeah... you showed them. *snark*

  • I'm off work tomorrow. I'm pretty happy about that. Sleeping in is a wonderful thing.
kybearfuzz: (Lion Paw Ouch)
On my car ride to work and to home, I tend to listen to podcasts than the radio. One of the ones I listen to regularly is "What's the Tee" with RuPaul and Michelle Visage. Usually, I find myself very entertained by their antics and their guests, but during one of the shows, I find that Michelle is all about "organic" foods and dealing with "toxins." She chastises RuPaul for drinking tap water because it contains antibiotics, fluoride, etc.

Normally, I find her to be a very motherly person who preaches advice from her good and bad experiences in the entertainment industry, but when she starts on these rants, I can't help but think she's an idiot.

She's not alone. There are a lot of people who fall into this line of thinking when it comes to holistic health approaches. The word "organic" annoys me as food by definition is organic in nature. However, this "organic" refers to their growth without antibiotics, pesticides, etc. And "toxins" has grown to become this spooky catch-all for all things that make you feel bad. I have found that "toxins" are never adequately defined anywhere when someone tells you to do this procedure or eat this ground paste of flax-seed, organic olive oil, garlic, and dried salt from the Dead Sea processed by a virgin Indian woman while under a full moon.

In the episode where she gigs RuPaul for drinking tap water (which is tested regularly I might add), Visage describes her "oil pulling" regimen. This is her morning ritual. She puts a tablespoon of organic, unrefined coconut oil in her mouth, lets it melt, then swishes it through her teeth and gums for 20 minutes. She then spits it out into the garbage. She claims this removes toxins from her body by capturing them through her gums while she swishes it around.

Personally, I would love to see a study to determine what toxins this pulled oil removed from a person. My guess is that it would contain coconut oil, digested by-products of coconut oil, and whatever enzymatic elements are typically found in human saliva. It might actually help remove plaque by its physical action, but that's probably it.

I think people would feel better if they just ate healthy and worked out regularly. And you can save 20 minutes every morning by not having to pull oil through your teeth.
kybearfuzz: (Bitchy Alien)
So as anyone with a Facebook account probably knows, Kentucky is at the center of the battle between good and evil, right and wrong, everyone else versus bad hair/fashion/attitude, etc. Of course, I'm speaking about the unfashionable, morally-challenged Rowan County Court Clerk Kim Davis and her continuing refusal to issue marriage license from her office to same-sex couples.

While I am getting incredibly sick of the coverage, I have to admit that I'm also somewhat riveted by it. I find it just fascinating that someone could be so defiant after every relevant court has disagreed with her. She turned to them to stop things, but is not willing to abide by their decision since it isn't in her favor.

Of course, she's made this a national spectacle, posting a statement though her anti-gay legal contingent that she's not against gay people, she's only for the Biblical definition of marriage (*cough* *cough* bull$#!+). I wish she would watch Betty Bowers' video on Biblical "marriage," she might reconsider things.

I'm wondering what would happen if someone filed a lawsuit against someone for infringing their freedom from religion by pressuring them to live based on a religion that wasn't her or her own. Wouldn't that be interesting?

So maybe soon, Kentucky can go back to being known for thoroughbreds, bluegrass music, and fried chicken restaurants, instead of being so backwater that we don't know that we can't legislate from religious perspectives.

On the plus side, I think I have my Halloween costume idea this year... :)
kybearfuzz: (Movie Buff)
So tonight, the Cincinnati MovieBears went to go see the remake of "Poltergeist." The movie was so-so, the updated special effects were great, the acting okay, but the story was a bit crammed and rushed. We had only six guys in attendance, with myself included, so that's a pretty standard crowd. We also went to a different theater, north of downtown Cincinnati.

141 - Poltergeist

What surprised me was the crowd in the movie. I'd say half the attendees were small children of single-digit ages. While this movie is PG-13, it is a horror movie, so I was shocked how stupid these parents were to drag small kids to such a flick.

The grandmother with the three kids in the back row were the worst. The kids had no volume control and constantly asked questions about the movie. After I shushed them three times, they started shushing each other annoyingly. The problem toward the front was the three-year-old with his parents who whimpered throughout the flick. His dad at least tried to keep him quiet, but you could tell the kid wasn't happy to be there.

When the movie was over, everyone filtered out and I saw even more kids. I hope each of them dreams tonight of killer clowns beneath their beds and closet doors that open on their own. I hope they end up sleeping in the beds of their parents, keeping them awake all night, in the hopes that maybe they'll understand that this was not an appropriate movie for small children.

... (/rant)
kybearfuzz: (Bianca Del Rio)
I've read about this lady who calls herself the "Food Babe," who proclaims herself to be a champion of food safety against "toxins" and "chemicals" in her food. "Organic" food = good. Anything else = bad. In the past, she's gone after Pumpkin Spike Lattes at Starbucks over their caramel color (which was harmless), but managed to convince Starbucks to change it.

Her favorite thing to do is to take a food ingredient out of context and project it to the masses as dangerous and life-threatening. If the ingredient has more than three syllables, she's even worse. What's worse is that I've actually seen others do this on Facebook, talking about potassium chloride in bottled water and how it can cause heart attacks. Potassium chloride in trace amounts in bottled water won't hurt you (it's added for a mineral taste). Potassium chloride is in sea salt, which is actually considered healthier than using iodized sodium chloride. However, a 50% solution potassium chloride can kill you. See, it's all about context.

I recently "liked" a page created by someone called the "Science Babe." She's an actually scientist, with degrees in chemistry and forensic science. She's a perfect foil to the "Food Babe," and actually posted a link called "The Food Babe Blogger is Full of ($#!+)" (NSFW language). I thought it was a great read.
kybearfuzz: (Movie Buff)
A local Cincinnati guy thought he'd cash in on "The Interview." He found out that our local art house theater, The Esquire, was one of 300 or so theaters showing the movie. So he went and bought 50 tickets to the movie though with the intent to scalp them. When the movie was released online, the demand apparently dried up and now he wants the Esquire to give him back his money.

Now I've been to the Esquire many times over the years and I know for a fact they don't make deals on "special engagements," which this movie would be. Their website (which the news story says they don't have oddly) makes no comment on refunds. The theater has refused to refund this idiot his loss. After all, scalping is illegal in Cincinnati.

The comments to the news story are naturally scathing toward the guy. The story is here. I posted the story behind the spoiler cut below:

Man Wants Refund After Buying $650 in Tickets to ‘The Interview’

Sony apparently isn’t the only one who lost money on “The Interview” last week.

A man in Ohio tried to cash in on the buzz surrounding Seth Rogen and James Franco’s new comedy when he purchased $650 in tickets or 50 passes at $13 each to the movie.

According to WCPO in Cincinnati, Jason Best learned that a local theater in Clifton was among the 300 theaters to play the controversial film on Christmas day and hoped to re-sell the tickets online at a higher price (a.k.a. he wanted to scalp them).

“I saw all the hype about ‘The Interview’ on the 23rd and thought, ‘hey, folks are selling these tickets in other cities and it seems like that’s the thing to do right now so why not give it a shot so see how it goes,”’ he said.

But the plan backfired once Sony announced it was streaming the film online for half the price on sites like YouTube, Hulu and Netflix.

Now the man is demanding a refund from the Esquire Theatre.

“I thought I’d get my money back because the theater’s website *very clearly* said the tickets were refundable,” Best told WCPO in an email.

But a theater manager told Best that the art house didn’t have a website and that “The Interview” was listed as a special event.

It turns out Best had purchased the tickets from movie which specifically warns on its website that theater owners reserve the right to withhold refunds for special events.

Plus the manager said that scalping tickets was illegal.

The $40 million-budgeted “Interview,” which expanded to iTunes on Sunday, recently changed from a wide to limited release after North Korean hackers threatened to harm theater goers.

The R-rated comedy earned nearly $3 million at the U.S. box office this weekend.

kybearfuzz: (Abby Science)
One of the things I really hate about Facebook is the constant barrage of misinformation thrown out there, accepted as fact. Because there is nothing preventing people putting lies out there, I think some people buy into something online, especially if it feeds into their own suspicions.

Personally, I tend to look for facts. When I see something outlandish and see everyone just raving about it, I do a search online, especially on Snopes, to see how true it is. The problem is that some folks don't like to be told something is fake, especially if they like the lie itself.

Case in point. Last night, someone posted a link about Dasani bottle water having "4 Ingredients: Tap Water, Known Teratogen, Lethal Drug, and Salt." The guy who posted it said that he liked that it confirmed that it tasted funny as others had always disagreed. The web link is from a "progressive" website about health, etc. It even gave a link to FDA about one of the ingredients, talking about birth defects of one of the ingredients, to support their arguments.

Because of my work (and my common sense), I knew it was complete bull$#!+. It blows things out of proportion about these trace amounts of certain salts, listing the dangers if you consumed highly concentrated quantities of them as though the parts-per-million amounts in the water would do the same. So, I posted this information, trying to explain that Dasani water is not dangerous, why they put those trace amounts in (for the taste really), and how the water is purified. It was pretty much ignored by the poster and his friends, most of whom thanked him for posting this information.

Author Terry Goodkind, who wrote "Wizard's First Rule," explained it best. Wizard's first rule is "People are Stupid."

By the way, did you know that water is dangerous? It's true, a woman drank water during a radio contest and died. I'll post that on FB tomorrow and see if these same people give up water.
kybearfuzz: (Orange Jersey)
We had two softball games tonight. We played the first one very well, coming back from a crappy first inning where they were ahead 8-0, to finishing the game with us winning 20-11. So we had an hour break and then another game, this one against a team in the division above us.

I had high hopes as we came off the first game playing very well, even though the other team called The Dirtbags was in the division above. I was the designated hitter, so I didn't field the game. I was keeping the scorebook during the inning. We held our own the first two innings, but then fell apart the third inning. They were hitting really well and our fielding moxie just tanked. By the end of the third inning, we were behind by ten or so runs.

I can handle losing, but I get very irritated by the Dirtbags' fans, particularly two goofy drunk women. We've had other teams that have had the f-ed up fans who blast airhorns and goofy party favors, but they've mostly died down. These bitches' "ladies'" (loose term) big thing was to say everything with the word "hashtag" in front of it.

"Hashtag good pitch! Hashtag strike! Hashtag swing!" and on and on and on. They were friends with one particular lesbian on the opposing team.

So after three innings of this, I was getting sick of it. Again, it's annoying, but it's hardly affecting the game.

Then suddenly, they turned their attention toward us when we were batting. Teammate Bruce was up and they started heckling him.

"He's got nothin'! Hey batter, batter, batter, swing...." Again... over and over.

I will say this, I've never EVER heard anyone do this during the softball games in the nearly ten years I've played in this league.

Now, if we were in a dead heat, neck and neck in scoring, I might have been understanding, but their team had a 10+ run lead. They had no reason to do this as we were losing and it felt much like them rubbing salt in the wound. It was full-blown douchebaggery. And this is where I felt they crossed the line.

So eventually we were run-ruled as the other team had more than a ten-run lead at the end of the 5th inning. As we were taking the field to do the "good game" high-fives with the other team, I decided to do my own hashtagging while with my team.

I've talked about my ability to crank up my intimidation levels at work. Instead, I decided to use a rarer setting, "the mocking @$$hole." It's an add-on function.

"Hashtag OMG! Hashtag That Was So Much FUN! Hashtag Awesome! Everyone, let's do our annoying Hashtag chant!" said in my loudest, valley-girl swishy voice.

My team was laughing as we'd all suffered through this crap throughout the game.

"Hashtag Have a Safe Drive Home Everyone!"
"Hashtag You Guys Are AWESOME!"
"Hashtag Go TEAM!"
"Hashtag Bitches!"
"Hashtag OMG This is ANNOYING!"
"Hashtag Mocking!"
"Hashtag F*&@, it's late!"
"Hashtag Hashtag!"

All the while staring over at the two bitches who refused to make eye contact.

If I were going to be in town for the games next week, I would make it my mission to go watch the Dirtbags next game, cheer for the opposing team, and playing the mocking "Hashtag" game every spare moment I had. Get a few drinks in my teammates and I bet they'd join in.

Okay, I'm tired now and need to get to bed.
kybearfuzz: (Abby Science)
On Facebook, one of my favorite "Likes" is "I F**king Love Science," which has some great photos and facts that I enjoy reading about.

Today's entry was a photo of a pregnant cat and the x-ray of her tummy to show the number of kittens she's going to have. It's a fascinating picture to see all the kittens laying in different positions all over each other. There were five or six of them from my count, but the overlapping bodies makes it hard to discern them.

While the photo itself is very cool, some of the comments are dumb. Several people are up in arms about exposing these late term kittens to radiation. Some believe it could be harmful, but the more extreme ones (perhaps fans of Honey Boo Boo) seem to think that the kittens are now going to be mutant monsters or come out well-done. Several posters appear to be veterinarians or vet technicians who assured everyone that the radiation is minimal and harmless. After all, the cat is in an x-ray machine, not a microwave.

I view it that the x-ray was not done for the posting, but for an actual necessary procedure and the cat's owner posted it online. That makes sense to me as most of us don't take our pets to the vet for x-rays for kicks.
kybearfuzz: (Boxing)
Work was okay, but tiring. After work, my buddy Dan texted me and asked if I wanted to grab a drink after work. So after a quick drive home to change clothes, I met Dan at Mainstrasse in Covington. Instead of going to the posh restaurant he recommended, I suggested going to a local German restaurant, Wertheim's, that I recalled as being really good in the past.

The place was empty and the waitress, an older blonde lady, acted put out that she had to show us to a table. When we tried the meals we ordered, something was amiss. The potato pancakes were stale almost like it was leftovers from last night. I ordered the rouladen with potato dumplings. The dumplings were soft and tasteless and the rouladen steak was tough and the inside was bland and mushy. It was awful. After three bites, I just couldn't eat it and pushed it aside. It tasted like something that had been reheated or microwaved from something old. Even Dan's sandwich was mediocre. The server asked me if something was wrong with it and I told her that it just didn't taste good. She offered to get me something else, but I suspected the whole menu was this way. Sadly, I paid for the meal, but I'll never go back. I told Dan that we'll go wherever he wants with no argument next time.

After dinner I drove to get an oil change. I hate doing this because they always try to get me to have other things done. Why can't they just change the damn oil and leave it be? They wanted to change the air filter for $21.99. I begged off and went to KMart and bought the same filter for $4.95 and changed it myself. It took less than 30 seconds to change and they were going to charge me an extra $17 to do it for me. I feel sorry for the grandmothers who go in and feel it is something they can't do. I'm going to look into learning to change my oil myself.


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