Thursday, September 15, 2011

Monday, August 30, 2010

***MESSAGE FROM THE FLEA***

Hi folks-

As you've probably noticed, I haven't been posting much as of late. To cut right to the chase, there's a simple reason.

Call it an excuse, call it whatever, but the fact is this: I started a new job back in March. Ironically, it's a computer related job, which puts me in front of a computer 11 hours a day, 4 days a week.

However, there is very little time for social networking or any type of personal time on the internet, including this blog. It's not allowed, nor would I have the time if I could. The job's fairly demanding, as I've ventured into a lot of unknown territory such as programming and database administration, so that makes it that much harder.

What that translates into is my laptop never being opened for the 3 days I have off. As a matter of fact, some weekends, I just leave my laptop at work, as I know I won't be using it over the weekend.

What does this all mean? It means that if the Flea is not in front of a computer, he's not writing. Very simple. Sorry to break the news.

As I've mentioned before, this is not a "what I did today" type blog, it's me writing about whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like it.

So, fair warning, things might continue to be sparse until if/when I come up with some type of creative writing routine that would allow me to find some leisure time in front of the computer. Until that happens......stay tuned.

TVF

Monday, August 23, 2010

The MWC Shuffle, Regarding Wyoming and the Other Scrubs

Sorry for long layoff….


In any case, here’s something that’s been on my mind in reference to college football -which happens to be my favorite sport.



The Mountain West Conference has recently did the shuffle with Utah taking off to the PAC-10 and now BYU going Independent (it’s not official, but my sources say it’s a done deal). In the process, it’s added Boise St, Nevada and Fresno St.


A little background. The MWC formed in 1999 as an offshoot of the Western Athletic Conference, a best of, if you will. It included Wyoming, Utah, BYU, CSU and others. Since then, the MWC has been doing everything in their power to become a respected national power. It even added Texas football standout, TCU a couple of years ago.


Well, in short, a few schools did what they were supposed to do and upped the ante. And with each year since 1999 became better and better, getting the national attention they deserved (think Utah). Some schools however, fell behind by hiring some of the worst coaches D-1 football has ever seen. Think Wyoming.


Now teams like BYU and Utah have moved on. Leaving the rest of the scrubs to pick up the crumbs they left behind. Oh yeah, the MWC still has TCU (for now). I won’t count Boise St as an upgrade until they prove themselves by not having a cupcake schedule year after year. Adding Fresno and Nevada does nothing, as those programs have nothing on schools like Wyoming or CSU.


In my opinion, Wyoming and the rest of the MWC scrubs got what they deserved – a good ole’ boy mountain states Bush League. They can wallow in it for all I care. Step up to the plate or be left behind. It’s as simple as that. Morons.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Wise Old Man? Not Always



I just turned 40 a few months ago. I was raised to respect my elders. And for the most part, I still do. However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized something. And that is, just because a person has a few years on you, doesn’t automatically mean that person is any smarter or experienced.

Just to clarify, that doesn’t mean a 20 year-old should dismiss what a 50 year-old might have to say. As far as life experience is concerned, that 50 year-old could be the biggest idiot on the planet, but considering how many more years he or she has been here, that person has bound to have picked up on something worthwhile along the way.

However, for 25+ years, I’ve listened older men (men especially) tell me “I don’t know shit” for the simple fact that I was few years younger. This is statement is still thrown at me from time to time, regardless of my work experience, the relationships I’ve been in, my travels, my education, etc.

Dutifully for years I listened to what I was taught and subordinately took the beat down from older men telling me that I was an insignificant piece of shit, simply and blindly based on the fact that I was born a few years later than they were.

This was fine in my teens, mostly ok in my 20’s, but then I hit my 30’s. To cut right to the chase, I quickly realized in my mid to late 30’s that someone 10 or 15 years older than me doesn’t always qualify that person to be an authority on anything (despite what they may think). Often times, quite the opposite, especially coming from the person that’s always quick to point that they know more because of their age. That person generally turns out to be the biggest moron of the bunch.

I hope all of this doesn’t sound incredibly arrogant, as it’s not meant to be. As I still respect anyone that’s been on this planet longer than I have. But at middle age, and with my life experience, I don’t blindly believe someone knows more or is more experienced than I am simply because they’re older. Nope, sorry. Prove it.

I now automatically put up a red flag towards anyone that says to me, “How old are you?” in reference to my ability to solve a problem, make the right decision or my opinion about life in general.

Ok, now I will be a bit arrogant. Unless you’ve been in a war, I’d be happy to compare life notes with anyone, regardless of their age.*


*(This of course is dismissing anyone that’s been through some of the most trying experiences humans have to endure, such as life altering accidents, sicknesses, oppression, torture and death).

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Largest Beetle in North America

Besides home to scorpions, black widows, the Mojave Green (the deadliest rattlesnake in North America), Gila Monsters and god knows what else….we have the Palo Verde Root Borer bug, the largest beetle in North America.





I’ve seen two of these in the past week. The one in the picture is small. No shit. The one I saw yesterday was at least 6” long, and about 2” wide. I’d seen one a few days ago, it was big, but not as big. But after seeing this monster yesterday, I did some research to find out what it was. I guess they feed on the roots of Palo Verde trees, and generally stay underground, except when it gets real hot. It was 113F yesterday, I’d say that’s hot.

Just another weird, creepy Vegas thing. You start to get used to it after a while.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Message Board Junky



As much as I bitch about the recent “social media” craze (Facebook, MySpace, Twatter….sorry, TVF does not “Twat” for anyone..lol)……as much as I bitch about that stuff, I have to admit, I’m a bit of a hypocrite.

I’m addicted to message boards, virtual communities and forums…or whatever you want to call them.

It all started 10 years ago when I got my first computer. Yes, I’m 40 yrs old and got my first computer at age 30 when I decided to finish my degree. Hell, I didn’t have a cell phone til about 5 yrs ago, but that’s another story (one I’m proud of anyway, as I hate phones).

My good friend turned me onto our college sports message board. It’s been downhill from there. I’ve been a member of a couple of message boards for over ten years. Never straying very far, checking “the board” at least once a week, sometimes more, sometimes several times a day (not at work of course….hmm).

Of course this is nothing compared to kids and adults that now have smart phones. They're checking, posting, and replying to their Facebooks every three freakin’ minutes.

I’m now a regular on three Harley-Davidson related message boards, two car related boards, three sports/sports betting message boards and a few others. I have my core “boards” that I check regularly. I’ve even attended a couple of “meet and greets”, where I’ve met in person other members of various boards.

That was kind of weird, as most people hide behind the anonymity of the internet, and when met face to face, often times they’re very different people. This is why I try to stay as true to myself as possible when participating on message boards, and other internet communities, including this blog stuff.

In addition to message boards, I’m also a “commenter.” As I regularly comment on newspaper websites, other people’s blogs, etc.

The banter and feedback can be fun. It can also get ugly very quickly because of the anonymity. As in life, I tend to stay clear of bullets, not creating waves whenever possible. However, in a heated debate, the gloves to have to come off eventually. However, I still try to maintain some civility and try to never insult anyone personally.

I’m probably one of the less than 5% of the galzillion people on the internet that follows the rule of no personal insults. I’m sure a lot of my comments and views may be insulting to some, but you will rarely get a direct insult from me.

There are lot of interesting dynamics to message boards, all of which, in my opinion, stem from being anonymous.

Not sure where the addiction comes from. I’m sure some of it stems from the anxiety of waiting for a reply, wondering how others might respond to my thoughts (replies), etc. There's probably psychological studies on people like me, I'm sure! Maybe I just need to find a hobby. Oh, wait, can't my message boarding be a hobby??

I really need to find a way to make a living online. Seriously. Suggestions welcome.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Record Lows – Ouch

Yeah, I’ve posted about the Las Vegas weather many times. You can read it all here. Basically, I don’t mind the heat.



However, my one complaint is the high temperatures at night. This morning the Las Vegas valley broke a record with the low for that date, July 12, at 88 degrees F. It can be 111 degrees F (forecast for the next few days), fine. But, one would like it to cool off a bit at night. Not here.

You have to remember that 88 F is at 5:30am, the coolest part of the day, right before sunrise. So, that means that if it’s 111 F at 9pm when the sun goes down, at 11pm it might be 105 F, at 2am it might be 95 and so on. It doesn’t drop to the frigid 88 F as soon as the sun goes down. This makes for one hot night, let me tell ya.

As much as I bitch, I’ll still take it over snow and cold any time, any day, any lifetime.