Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Best Christmas Present of 2007

I'm sure many of you lay awake at night wondering what Uncle Jimbo got for Christmas. Well let me tell you. My wonderful wife got me a super sweet present this year. A book that touched me deeply, reaffirmed my faith in [some of] humanity, and generally didn't make me want to burn it. And, unlike most of the crap that comes from the skull [Note: the term brain specifically left out of this discussion] of one Michael Moore, this book was non-fiction.

For those of you take my recommendations seriously, well as seriously as you can take recommendations from a guy like me, with a name like Uncle Jimbo, get a copy of this book. Read it, and then give it to someone else to read. Pay it forward, so to speak.

The masses: "So what's the book already?"

Ok, ok, settle down people. The book, referred to here after as "The Second Most Important Book in the World," is Michael Moore is a Big Fat Stupid White Man. Get it, read it, pass it on. That cow Oprah will never have this as her book of the month, but she and Moore graze at the same buffet, if you know what I mean.

Warning: This contents of book will bring to light things that will shock, annoying and down right piss you off.

My closing thought. I can think of no better present to give to a college student to protect them against the crockumentaries and other liberal trash they are bombarded with on a daily basis. Michael Moore, you have been exposed. The Truth is out there, and it makes you look like a narcissistic asshat.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Oh, and Santa...

Make sure you give these guys something special this year....

Dear Santa,

With only a few days left before you take to the skies I wanted to give you my Christmas list. Now I know that you've been stealing NSA satellite time to keep an eye on people, but if you ignore some of my lesser moments this year, I won't blow you in as a foreigner performing terrorist-like activities on US soil. Not mention working the rooftops of American homes without a proper work visa.

So, just get me a couple of these things and there won’t be any problems:

1. A license to kill
2. Rock’em Sock’em Robots (classic)
3. A severe case of IBS for Best Grip Mike (aka Michael Moore)
4. Another Superbowl win for the Patriots (you can never have too many)
5. A Lennonesque holiday for Bono (Person of the Year my ass)
6. Any cool, super-violent, video game (preferably one that a congressperson has commented on but never seen)
7. No more George Lucas movies
8. Another corporate re-organization
9. PEZ candy the size of those big dispensers
10. An updated version of Rosemary’s Baby starring Katie Holmes
11. A Cubs team that plays ABOVE expectations
12. Peace on Earth and good will to all men [not in the Church of Scientology]

Thanks Santa, I know you’ll do the right thing…

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Another Injury-free Memorial Day

My family and I moved into a new home in November and Memorial Day was our first big outdoor party at the new place. We had lots of friends and family over for great day of outdoor fun. It was nice to see the yard full of children, running, playing and not getting hurt. For which, given some of the hazards of Memorial Day, I have to give thanks.

Hot grills, brick patios, ponds, scooters, wiffle balls (hey, they can hurt), fingers, fists, and other body part; so many hazards. But interestingly none of these have ever been banned for sale. The same can't be said of a wonderful little game I grew up playing called Jarts (or Lawn Darts, etc.) This fun and exciting game was pulled from the market by the Consumer Product Safety Commission in 1988 (you can't even buy them on eBay anymore. They're a restricted item). Interestingly, there are those that also say it is illegal to play the game of Jarts, but some are blatantly thumbing there noses at the CPSC.

There were a number of games played yesterday in our back yard and not a single fatality, puncture wound, or spilled beverage. How is that possible you ask? When a game as insidiously evil and dangerous as Jarts is played with a yard full of innocent children. Simple, plain-old common sense. Let's not put the rings around our kids. Let's not throw the Jarts over the house. Just play the game, and do it somewhat soberly. And when you're done, put them somewhere safe so that the kids don't get them out and start throwing them at each other. Be a responsible Jarts player (and parent).

But it won't be long until all the fins are nicked and cut so much they won't fly straight, and the rings will have so many holes they won't be circular. And when that time comes, and we can't buy replacements, what will be the preferred adult game on Memorial Day? If you say that silly Toss-Across knock-off, bean bag throwing, redneck party game, I will throw a Jart at you.

No, the answer is Jarts. And here is what I propose. The government needs to stop banning things like this and start making money on them. Take Personal Water Craft for example. New York State considered banning the JetSki and other PWCs due to accidents, reckless behavior, and complaints. Instead New York moved to a mandatory licensing program to ensure that PWC users exhibited some basic level of knowledge in the use of these vehicles and how to safely navigate our waterways.

I say we do the same thing with Jarts. Anyone who wants to play can attend an 6 hour class (with breaks and lunch let's call it a full Saturday) and get certified in the safe and proper setup, play, and storage of Jarts. It should also probably cover the basics of the game, scoring, and other Jarts related topics. The class must use instructional videos showing the dangers of Jarts when the "Rules of the Lawn" are not obeyed. Nothing will make you a safer Jarts player than showing someone taking a Jart to the eye.

This approach would also help keep our politicians busy when they're not in committee hearing about performance enhancing drugs and the professional athletes who don't take them [cough]Barry Bonds[cough]. Under this new program our politicians can start legislating things such as safe blood(y)-alcohol levels and minimum ages for those who play Jarts.

So please, write your local congressman. And while you're waiting for the new laws to take effect: get a blow torch and some rebar, make some shafts; have your kids use the school injection mold to make some fins; buy a bunch glow-in-the-dark bracelets and string them together for rings; Play Jarts 24/7 until:

A. The new laws are enacted
B. You're arrested, or
C. The NHL actually plays a real, meaningful game

(whichever comes first).