The Cuab Side of the Moon

I looked up ‘138′ on wikipedia and this is what it gave me:

We Are 138 is a song written and performed by punk band The Misfits. There are several theories and rumors about the origin of the song, including (but not limited to):

• The lyrics are inspired by George Lucas‘ first film entitled THX 1138.
• Some say that 138 is the Police code for “Drunk and Disorderly conduct”.
• 138 is the highest The Misfits had come on “the charts” at the time.
• It’s about sex (69 x 2 = 138).
• It’s police code for grave robbing.
• In the Jewish mystical tradition of Kabbalah, the number 138 is said to refer to any ghoulish display of horror.
• The song refers to the year 138 A.D., in which the Roman emperor Hadrian adopted Antoninus Pius on condition that Antoninus adopt Marcus Annius Aurelius Verus. The song is told from the perspective of Marcus Aurelius.
• The song was originally an epic poem about the Triakis tetrahedron. In this version, all that remains of the original content is the number, which is the number of stellations in the shape.
• It’s a secret code that the songwriter, Glenn Danzig, used as a child.
• It’s the number of a union local that one of the members of the band was once a member of.
• The song refers to the asteroid 138 Tolosa, which was first observed by Henri Joseph Perrotin on June 23, 1875, exactly 85 years before Danzig’s birth.
• It means nothing.
• $1.38 was the exact cost of a Whopper at the Burger King in Lodi, NJ, therefore suggesting that Glenn Danzig had a “whopper” at the time of recording.
• 138 was a number displayed by a wind-up robot toy.
• In Rocky III, there were 139 men auditioned for the role of “Thunderlips,” a role which eventually went to Hulk Hogan. The song is from the perspective of the men who didn’t get the role. This also explains the mention in the song of “Eye of the Tiger”.
• The “1″ represents a penis, the “3″ a scrotum, and the “8″ a pair of breasts, symbolizing that Danzig feels like an objectified, sexualized piece of meat.
• It was a prank to make people think it meant something.
• Killing without emotion.
• It was the number of Danzig’s father’s remarkably violent military unit in World War II.
• It means nothing but is just awesome to support it.
• police code for grave robbery

Danzig has commented on the different explanations that his former band mates have offered publicly about the song: “They didn’t write it and they don’t know what the fuck its about. It’s about violence.” 

Sometimes this site can be pretty lame. The editing features are either very limiting or way too complex. Either way, its stupid. Any homs, I just back from work, and was pleasantly surprised by how hot it was outside. It was 64° according to a bank thermometer sign thing in G-burg. I know it’s mid March in this kind of weather happens, but it was still awesome to not NEED a coat at all, and for it to be pretty necessary to drive with the window down for max comfort. Gimme more of this. I see, though, there is a chance for snow showers on Sunday night. If that’s for real, I’m gonna resign.   I hate Friday nights. We’re always way over staffed for drivers at work, so we all just end up standing around waiting for deliveries. I know it’s smart to be prepared but having five drivers on the schedule when all there ever is, is two on any other given day, is just overkill, and stupid. I should just stop working Friday’s, remove it from my availability, but I like getting paid for close to 20 hours a week, so I’ll gut it out for a couple more months… segue… I just applied for a councilor’s position at teen camp for this summer. Davitt did the same, and seeing as it will be my last summer before REAL reality (one can only hope), I figure do something easy and fun for money. I want weekends off, and I want to be outside as much as possible, and make money, so obviously doing camp again is the only logical choice. I just hope I get the job, I have no idea why I wouldn’t, but maybe the staff is already filled for teen camp. I don’t think I’d want to do Fun-days again, I’m a little past that. Summer just seems more carefree working at camp, and with Davitt working there it should be a lot of fun too.

Countdowns at nine hours ’til spring break starts. Can’t tell you how much I need this break, if only just to get back onto a normal schedule. So at 4pm today I can lie low til 6:45pm on Monday, March 24th.

Man, I love daylight savings. It’s such a great feeling being outside minutes before seven o’clock and the sun is still out. This winter needs to be over with as soon as possible, I am beyond sick of it.

I was just informed via an NBA.com article that there is only five weeks left in the season. It’s seriously flying by, I mean the C’s have already played 62 games, I guess it’s hard to gauge how far along the season is, cuz days were you just looked at how many losses they had, and you had a pretty good idea of what month they were in. Problem is now, they only have 12, that was December last year. I love it. I’m so amped for the playoffs this year, I just hope I can get my hands on some tickets. I wanna go to the opening game of the first round, and a deciding game in both the Eastern Conference Finals and the NBA Finals, permitting they get that far. I know its a whole lot to ask for, but I’ve invested so much into this team over the past eight years, including season tickets to one of the worst seasons in their history, I think I should be there if and when it all goes down. Just the mere idea and thought that the Celtics could be playing in June for a title this year, a thought shared by many if not most sports writers, makes me excited. It’s nice when your team does something great after so many years of going nowhere, but there are still 20 games to play before the second season begins.

So this whole beach house thing is both getting me really excited and a little stressed out. I really need the money from everyone that wants to go within the next couple of weeks. I leased this place using a credit card, and that’s got interest, so I wanna avoid having to raise the price of the week per person because of that, but I’m not gonna pay that out of my own pocket. So the sooner the better for everyone. $232 and you get a guaranteed place to stay and sleep in a huge mansion on the Outer Banks of North Carolina for the week of August 16-23. There are still two master bedrooms up for grabs, obviously couples should go for these, the other three are taken by me and Amy, Luke and Jenna, and Fred and Emmie, so if you’re a couple that wants a room to themselves act fast. I don’t even know who reads this… Any way, beyond that, I’m amped to get down there, I just hate that it’s over five months away, I gotta try to get it out of my mind, if at all possible, I’ll wish the whole summer away and probably be let down because I built it up so much. So enough beach talk. Pay me!

My advice, listen to yourself, and go with the flow. I practiced hundreds of shots. When I got there, stood at the three point line at the TD Banknorth Garden, with Lucky to my right, Ernie DiGreggorio to my left, and the Celtics Dancers in my immediate view, I was handed the ball and told to take my time. I was told by a number of Celtics staffers that the rim is farther than it seems, and to put a lot into the shot. The hoop didn’t look that far. In fact it looked a lot closer than I feared it would. The backboard was dark, with only the glare of some lights reflecting off of it. The shot was mine. I wasn’t ready, I was never going to be ready. I had to take the shot. My heart was beating faster than it ever has in my life, no exaggeration. I could FEEL the blood rushing through my veins. I could have lifted up a car in that moment. The adrenaline coursing through my body was enough to kill a polar bear with my bare hands. I had to let it go, I had to launch the shot that would give me either $7,777 or a good luck next time hand shake, “next time” meaning never again. I had one time and one shot to immortalize myself in Celtics sideshow history. I practiced the shot so many times. It went in plenty, too. I even hit the half court shot a couple times. There was nothing, though, that I could have practiced to simulate that feeling, that rush of a adrenaline. It as so surreal, and it was so fleeting. I was there and I was gone. Over in a flash. What had happened? I dribbled about eight times, a jumped and released. I put all I could in the shot, I wanted to at least make it to the rim. Well, I definitely wasn’t short with the shot. Had the backboard been 5 inches shorter the ball would have went straight into the crowd. The ball smacked the top of the backboard. I told my father as a joke while we were practicing that “what if I was so amped that I shot the ball like this” (I proceeded to launch the ball over the backboard). That joke became the bitter, almost humiliating reality. My shot at $7,777 hit the TOP OF THE BACKBOARD. As I made my way back to my seat, all the people I had told I would hit the shot looked at me as if I were a fool. I heard boo’s and all sorts of colorful comments from the crowd. Everyone I walked past asked “what happened?” I felt like an idiot. I blew the shot. Hitting the rim would have been something I could live with. This was just embarrassing. It actually ruined the second quarter and most of the third for me. Halftime was cool because Ryan and Davitt got to play knockout as halftime entertainment, a little incentive for being friends with the Foxwoods Take-A-Shot guy. I talked with the guys in back of me about the shot, and it made me feel a lot better about it, you know almost like clearing my name by explaining how much pressure there was and alla that. Other than the feeling of disappointment and humiliation, it was one of the greatest nights of my life. The Celtics played awesome and beat the Pistons to clinch a playoff berth. The starting line-up theatrics rivaled that of opening day, probably more intense, using fireworks and awesome video footage. It was by far the best basketball game experience ever. We were all part of the show last night, and it’ll be with me for the rest of my life. Here’s a little clip action:    

Well the countdown is down to about 8 hours right now, and my core is shaking. I’m really nervous, anxious, excited, and freaking out about this shot. I’m about to go to the gym right now for my final practice shots before I leave. I just fear that all the practice won’t matter once I’m on the court. I just need to stay as focused as possible, and not look like an idiot out there. I gotta try to get this out of my head before it completely psyches me out. If anyone wants to catch the game it’s on at 7:30 on Comcast Sports Net (channel 31 (199 HD) on Comcast, 51 on COX). They don’t show the shot live, but they do show it on the post-game show, directly following the game.  Christ. Wish me luck. 

Here, officially, is the new logo for CuadGraphics. For all yall that didn’t know, it’s taken me over three (or five?) years to make a logo for Butter’s basement/garage company. He liked it, which is shocking to me, so we’re running with it, I’m in the beginning stages of designing the website, this’ll be a nice starter site for the EeBbCc.   

I just practiced my three’s (23′9″) and half court (47′) shots for like an hour, and did semi decent. I hit a fairly decent amount of three’s and I’m pretty comfortable with the shooting form and how I’m aiming my shot. I hit the half court shot twice out of maybe 20 or 25, but at least I know I can hit it. The three isn’t as far as I thought it was, but I’m sure that’s going to be an entirely different situation when I get onto the Celtics floor. My nerves are going to be sky high, my hands will most likely be shaking, at least sweating, and 20,000 strangers will be glaring down at me, not to mention any number of Celtics players not paying attention to Doc yelling at them. My heart will be in my throat and I’m sure I’ll have to take a monster piss the second I touch the ball. You cannot practice for that. There is so much pressure beyond the money it’s ridiculous. But as much pressure that all of that is, it’s so awesome to HAVE that kind of pressure. If the shot doesn’t go in, I’m stilling walking away with soooo much more than I came to the arena with. I’m getting super nervous about this, almost much as I am excited. 

I pretty much got the best call of my life this morning at 11:26am. Kara from the BOSTON CELTICS called to notify me that I had just been selected to take the Foxwoods Take-A-Shot at the end of the first quarter of the Celtics/ Pistons game on wednesday!!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS???!?! First of all I probably entered like 20 times last season, when I already had season tickets to what was the second worst Celtics team of all time. This year I entered once, and got picked to go sit in pretty decent seats (sec 6, row 4), to see one of the BEST Celtics teams of all time, against their current biggest rivals in the Pistons, in the BIGGEST  game so far of the season. CAN I HANDLE THIS?!??! What’s REALLY in this for me? Well, if I make the shot from the three point line, I get $7,777. If that shot goes in, I am then moved back to half court where I attempt my second and final shot, if the shot goes in, I get an additional $70,000. How much am I worried or concerned about MAKING the shot, very little. Obviously I need the money, but the privilege to shoot a shot on the famed Celtics parquet floor is more than enough for me. Of course I WANT to make the shot, but it definitely won’t be the end of the world if I don’t. But for right now, I’ma go practice like a million three’s, you know, for insurance.