Tuesday, June 24, 2008

K Hates Poker

“And we’re back at the 2007 World Series of Poker, where people just sit around and don’t do shit for fifteen hours a day.”


Oh man, do I hate poker. I hate all forms of it. This is a game (not a sport) for which I have absolutely no patience. Poker is boring, the people that play it are all huge nerds, and I don’t understand why people find it interesting.


Texas Hold ‘Em is stupid. Internet Poker is stupid. Websites about poker are stupid. The “turn,” “flop,” “river,” and “nuts” are stupid, and if you know what those mean, you are probably a gigantic dork.


Professional poker is stupid. I remember when ESPN started playing the World Series of Poker on weekday nights in the summer back when I was in college. It was kind of interesting, for about ten minutes! You basically have a group of degenerates who have no lives but to sit around and try to make money on cards. They’ve forsaken their careers (if they ever had one), their health (you try to sit around in a smoky card room and sip on a Mountain Dew for over 12 hours a day), and most importantly, their dignity. And for what? Take this asshole for example:



This guy used to be a successful patent lawyer. He probably used to not be such a fatass, too. Worst offense by far though is the glasses. Can ANYONE TAKE A GUY SERIOUSLY WHEN HE’S WEARING SHIT LIKE THAT? It’s like watching ultimate players in skirts; anything positive they might be doing gets ignored because they look like idiots.

I can get over all of that stuff though. The thing that really gets my goat is hearing a poker player recount a certain good or bad hand, like I give a shit. Blah, blah, blah. NO ONE CARES - IT’S A GAME OF CARDS! Share things with the world if you’ve made an amazing discovery or cured some disease, or if you write a sweet blog about stuff you hate... Just please don’t bother me with a story about the order of some little pieces of paper and how it changed your shitty life. I don’t care and I never will. Your story makes you sound like a douche bag. I’ve heard too many of them, and they all go like this:



“Hey… hey! My poker game was so sweet last night! So I’m sitting at the (casino poker table / frat house / computer by myself at 3 AM), playing a sweet (no-limit / limit / penny) game of ( Texas Hold’em / Stud / looking at porno). I’m holding two (awesome cards / terrible cards ), so I (raise / call / bluff / touch myself). The (hot chick / clueless schmuck in high school / player named “BlzDeep69er” on PokerDouche.net) to my left takes my bait and plays the hand. Next card that comes up is a (awesome card / terrible card), so I (raise / call / bluff / touch myself) again.


“Dudebro, you won’t believe what happens next! I had (a pair of kings / absolutely no cards at all / a chub from watching “2 Girls 1 Cup”). So I (went all in / re-raised and then called / watched it again). Fortunately, this (hot chick / clueless schmuck in high school / guy “BlzDeep69er”) went ahead and (called / folded / asked me what I was wearing). Can you believe it?? They actually (called / folded / asked me to meet for “drinks”) in that situation!! So here comes the last card, and I need ( a queen / a miracle / some more lotion), and by golly I (get it / don’t get it / made a mess on my keyboard)!!! How cool am I?”


Son, you are not cool. Poker is not cool, nor are the people that play it. It is, at best, nerdy, and at worst, going to make you look like this:























I bet no one wants to go “all-in” with this guy, hey-oooooo!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Candice hates Starbucks cups



So, Starbucks is supposed to be good for one thing, right? Drinks, particularly of the coffee variety. So you think they would have figured out by now that their coffee cups absolutely stink to holy hell and can singlehandedly ruin a morning, afternoon or entire day.

If your specialty is coffee, can it really be so hard to design a freakin' coffee cup that doesn't drip around the rim and ruin whatever shirt/pants you're wearing that day? Coffee stains and the persistent smell of coffee on your clothes are obnoxious. Yet every day it's a crapshoot about whether or not little drops of coffee will decide to sneak out of the recycled-paper cup and into the plastic Solo rim. Once the drip path has been created, there is no way to stem it, either. That cup of coffee will continue to drip all over the recycled-paper sleeve, your hand, and probably your cup holder and clothes with reckless abandon. Your day is ruined.

If your cup decides not to do the drippy thing, however, it still has other ways to get you. Most notably is the inane hole in the top of the cup (that's not where you drink out of) that is guaranteed to allow drops of coffee to come spurting out the top, probably scalding your hands but also resting around the upper rim of the cup for the duration of your coffee experience. It seems to serve no functional purpose, unless that functional purpose is to burn my hand and piss me off.

On the other hand (haha), Starbucks' competitiors in the coffee business, namely Dunkin Donuts and McDonalds, have brilliantly designed cups that include just one opening on the top (for sipping, obviously), and a sturdy, resealable flippy lid to prevent spillage (especially in cars). These cups are strokes of genius and guarantee a positive coffee-going experience, especially if that experience is supplemented by an Egg McMuffin with Sausage. Drool...

To the Starbucks executive out there who spilled coffee on his/her clothes today as a result of the drippy cup, maybe you should check out that persistent stain on your pants as a subtle reminder of your company's lack of understanding of a basic concept. Oh, and your breakfast items suck as badly as your stock price. Bam!!!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Janelle hates the people who work for IPASS

So, all this time, I've been quietly reading these blog posts and thinking, "those things sure are terrible, is there anything that I really hate?" no... surely not. And then it hit me in the Jewel bread aisle ten minutes into my shopping trip. Why has no one written about the IPASS people? I knew when the sickeningly sweet voice of an overly cheerful woman came over the loudspeaker, "Attention Jewel Shoppers , Have you recently received a warning or ticket from your IPASS account? Don't fret! You may be able to sort everything out" that there must be more people than me who are ready to go postal on the IPASS system's lack of foresight to make the system work. Don't fret my ass.
Notice that I don't hate IPASS. The idea of cruising right through the fast lane without pausing to frantically scramble for change is awesome. I love that I don't have to pay for every other out of town driver clogging up the lanes and causing pot holes. But someone seriously didn't think the IPASS through. Last November (four months into my marital bliss), I get a ticket for $1,500 from IPASS with a picture of my car: there was no mistaking my "official harp transport vehicle" bumper sticker. Freaking out aside, I calmly called the IPASS hotline thinking "what did I do? Did I hit a construction worker or something?!" FORTY-FIVE minutes later (FORTY-FIVE minutes of that sickeningly sweet voice announcing that I could take care of paying fines online when I really didn't want to pay $1500 online without knowing what I did first). I was finally able to talk to someone. They explained that someone had been using my car and driving through a lot of tolls. This was a joke right? I had clearly driven my car every day since the honeymoon... I explained that that could not be the case. I finally realized with the person on the phone that even though I had remembered to change my license and address and car registration and car insurance, and passport, and harp insurance, and student loans, and bank accounts, and business cards, and (you get the picture), I had forgotten to change the name on my IPASS to my new married name and they charged me a fine every time I went through. Alright. My mistake. They reversed the fines and all was well. This sounds like no reason to hate right?
May 6th, 2008: My mother calls me absolutely infuriated. It is her birthday. Shit. What did I do? She informed me that she had received a ticket for $3,200 from IPASS!! (complete with official harp transport vehicle bumper sticker). I tell her about my previous IPASS situation and all is patched. She later calls... all is not patched.
After holding for two hours, the man on the phone told her that even though the ticket was in her name, he could not take care of anything because the IPASS is now in my name and he needs both of us. She reminds him that when the "offences were committed," (IN 2006-2007, two years ago!), the car was in her name. Apparently that doesn't matter. So, I spent ANOTHER TWO HOURS on the phone with my mother and my husband and my father on mother's day when we were all together trying to take care of the stupidest thing I had ever heard of. Would anyone really be dumb enough to try to get away with driving through the IPASS lane for two years and think that they wouldn't get ticketed? And why did it take them two years to wrack up all of my tolls and then decide my IPASS wasn't valid? (It was valid and it was linked to my credit card for replenishment). For two years worth of tolls, the phone representative had to confirm each one and then get his supervisor to sign off on it. There has to be a better way!! If I was as rich as Dees, I probably would have just given them the $3200 in frustration.
While on the phone for two hours, my family got to know "Mike" the customer representative who helped us with IPASS. We learned all about the private company of IPASS (and you thought the money went primarily toward the roads.. HA! have you seen those pot holes? and why isn't the construction going to get finished this year??) We learned that Mike loves his job because he "doesn't have to do anything." Those were his words!!!! IPASS, seriously you need to get some people who do something besides waste my time and send out the most threatening, heart-stopping tickets. I won't be surprised if I get another $8000 ticket because my tolls were paid for Karen Jansen, and Janelle Jansen, and Janelle Jansen Lake, but not for Janelle Lake. Father's Day is coming up, perhaps this year, our family can get to know another IPASS representative.

Monday, June 9, 2008

K Hates Cedric Benson

As the fourth overall pick in 2005, to one of the proudest franchises in the NFL, Cedric Benson entered the NFL in tears. Ced was one of the greatest running backs in Texas Longhorn history, the biggest of big dogs at one of the nation's most famous football factories. The dude runs for over 5000 yards in his college career, wins the Doak Walker Award, and fucking cries when he gets drafted!

Right then and there, the Bears should have gotten out. Less than four years later, Cedric Benson is a former Bear. Do I hate that? No, I don't hate it, I love it. I hate that I had to cheer for Benson for the past three years, and all he did was disappoint the organization, his teammates, and Bears fans.

Benson held out for the entire 2005 training camp in an all-too-common rookie contract dispute. Once he starting playing, he had no idea how to pass block and was quite ineffective his rookie year. While other top running backs like Ronnie Brown and Cadillac Williams were performing for their teams, Benson was sulking behind Thomas Jones and his season ended prematurely due to an MCL sprain.

2006-07 was a much better year for #32 as well as the entire Bears franchise. The Monsters of the Midway rode on the back of a dominant defense and strong dual-attack running game to make it all the way to the Super Bowl. Benson actually played somewhat decently during this season. In penultimate contest, however, Ced got lit up on his first carry, fumbled the ball away and did not return to the game due to a phantom leg injury. The Indianapolis Colts claimed the Super Bowl title, leaving Bears fans to wonder what could've been.

So getting to the Super Bowl is a pretty nice accomplishment for an organization and a second year running back. Being the prima donna that he is though, this was not enough for Ced. The Bears decided to trade their workhorse back, Thomas Jones, to the New York Jets and give the highly drafted, expensive, and unproven Benson the starting running back position. Benson started the season by leaving a pre-season game early, pissing off all the vets. He then got hurt and was ineffective, losing his starting spot to Adrian Peterson (the journeyman from Georgia Southern, not Purple Jesus).

After the season, Benson got arrested twice in five weeks for alcohol related crimes. First he gets a BUI, then a DUI, both in Austin. You're a million-dollar athlete and you can't even find someone to drive your boat or limo?

Today, June 9, the Bears finally cut Benson's ass to the curb after three tumultuous seasons. The running back cupboard is pretty bare too, with Garrett "Mini-Me" Wolfe, AP, and rookie Matt Forte as the few guys left. Here's hoping Forte is nasty. At the very least, Cedric Benson is someone else's problem now.