Circle-Circle, Dot-Dot

So apparently, I have cooties.

Or some form of bizarre sickness that keeps people from wanting to hang out with me. I had 3 count em' THREE extra Yankee tickets to tonight's game that I was willing to give away for free and yet I could not get anyone I asked to take them. I must of asked at least 16 people if they could they were...
Nathaniel - working/school
Leah - work too early the next morning
T. - working
Nikki - working
Mike - working
Kirsten - already doing something
Tommy - too much homework
Shane - never called me back
Vince - too tired (seriously!?)
Josh - working
Jr. - stuck at school
Brad - also, stuck at school
A girl named Lia who I haven't even spoken to in almost a year - dance class
Upstairs roommate - reason unknown
Upstairs roommate - working
Downstairs roommate - reason unknown

And I know I'm forgetting about someone! Well, anyway, the game was good but it was pretty cold so I spent almost half of it inside (which wasn't much warmer). I stayed to the end and on the way home I was freaking out between 125th and 59th street on the D train.

Just before the D train I was on passed 86th St. it passed the B train. I thought to myself seeing thing "oh good, I can switch to the B at 59th st. and take it home without having to wait long or walk as far." But then, things took a grim turn.

At around 72nd st. the D train slowed to a crawl, for probably about 90 seconds, but it felt like 98,586,209,012 seconds. As I hunched over nervously I saw the inevitable, the B train flew by. I thought, maybe now the train will speed up and the B will wait at 59th street for connection passengers. But the D train didn't speed up, it stopped completely.

I was now quietly screaming inside my head. I muttered to myself under my breath and I thought about how stupid the MTA is for allowing a local to pass an express just before a common station.

As the train pulled into 59th street, I was defeated. But then, a ray of hope. Actually more like an entire star; the B train was there waiting for me. And after a long string of bad luck in catching trains the last few days, I got one back.


Be Back Soon,

Kevin H. MacLean

P.S. I hate scalpers. They're dishonest.

Be Well, John Spartan

Haha, Demolition Man

My bathroom smells like crap. Not like that kind of crap, exactly. The plumbing in my apartment backed up into the tub and sink and now the bathroom smells like clay pots and rusty iron. It looks like the only way to get it clean will be to do it myself, it would be nice if it ever occurred to them that they should occasionally clean something up too.

This Demolition Man movie is ridiculously hilarious. Oh look, it is Dennis Leary playing himself cira 1993, how very original.

I cannot believe I couldn't find anyone to take my extra yankees tix. I must of ask 10 people. I mean, what the hell? Free tickets people!

Oh well, I guess I didn't really have much to say but I haven't written anything in a few days. I've been writing a lot for Bleacher Report at the moment. Trying to find the balance is tough, but I guess that's true with everything.

-Kevin H MacLean

Harness the Power of Dinosaurs

When I was a kid I used to really like going to visit my cousin's on my mom's side of the family. Part of the reason was because most of my cousins on my mom's side are boys and relatively close in age to myself. And part of the reason was because one of my cousins had the coolest toys in the history of action figures. These toys were the perfect blend of a young American boy's favorite things. They were opitome of cool. They were Dino-Riders.

For those who don't know, Dino-Riders was a short lived animated series about People and Aliens who used Dinosaurs like tanks and were always thinking on new and zany ways to try and best one another. But really, it was a show about the toys. The entire reason the show even came into existence was to promote the toys. And oh man were those toys cool. Even watching the videos of the episodes now on youtube I want to get me some of those toys.

I had the day off from work today. I haven't gotten anything useful done all day, unless you count this as being useful. Yankees are on right now and losing, again. Not worried about it, but it would be nice to see them do something positive. One of my favorite movies from my early adolescence is on right now: Jurassic Park.

Jurassic Park may be the most quotable action adventure since the good Star Wars trilogy. Although he wasn't a star of the movie the best character is by far the Raptor dude, Muldoon. He totally makes up for the stupid old man running the park and his annoying little grand kids. No matter what is coming out of the guy's mouth the general message is always the same: "I am so totally awesome."
Who can forget classic lines like:
"They should all be destroyed."
or,
"I think this was Gennaro."
or,
"Clever Girl..."
or how about the all-time classic,
"Shoooot Heerr!"

And the part where he drives the jeep and escapes from the T-rex. He doesn't actually say anything but he makes this awesome face that is all like, "Suck it, Mr. T-Rex."
Its too bad he gets killed in the movie, but he survives in the book, so I think he comes out ahead.

Well, I thought I had something else to write at least loosely related to this topic, but I guess I don't 'cause I can't remember anything. The credits are rolling on the movie now, so I guess it's time I say goodbye for the night. I used to love the music to this movie when I was a kid. Technically, the first music CD I ever owned was the score to Jurassic Park. The only thing I don't get is why is B.D. Wong's name so high up on the cast list? He is in the movie for like 2 minutes, has 5 lines, and is a totally insignificant character. Just one of life's great mysteries, I suppose.

Be Back Soon,
Kevin H. MacLean

P.S. I didn't want to put this up top before because I wanted to give Muldoon his due attention but this is my imitation of "Timmy" (A name I always thought sounded weak) from JP, "Oh look at me, I climbed all the way over a giant electric fence but instead of climbing down I'm gonna freak out like a little girl and just sit here while 60,000 volts of electricity jolt through my body. But don't worry, I'll fly off this fence in a perfectly choreographed fall and miraculously survive not only an electric shock 40 times what is considered a fatal amount but also a fall from about 25 feet with no serious injuries to speak of."
What a bizratch.

Ice Breakers

I hate Michael Kay.
For those who don't know, Michael Kay is a broadcaster and radio personality who works for the New York Yankees. The two main things about Mike I can't stand are, one, he always announces games in such a way that would suggest the people watching don't know the first thing about baseball, and two, he is a Met fan. At least he was when he was in college, one of my uncles knew him. Have some personal integrity, Michael.

So that's two things you now know about me. I love the Yankees and I think Michael Kay is patronizing liar. I also love baseball in general, but you wouldn't necessarily know that from the above.

Last night I tried to fill out all the personal stuff on this blog about myself. I got about halfway through and I hated everything I was writing so I decided to stop and do the rest in blog posts where I am free to ramble as I please between writing about how I use Old Spice body spray and my favorite junk food is Cheese Doodlez Cheese Puffs.

I love sports and music. I love playing just about any sport (except tennis because I'm horrible at it) and my favorite sports teams are The Yankees, Green Bay, and Real Madrid. I also support Providence College (because I went there) and UCONN (because I grew up there) for college sports. With music I listen to lot of things and blah, blah, blah, the same thing everyone else says about their taste in music. I can play guitar, harmoica, and the piano. I play the guitar and harmonica well. I also am a good singer and songwriter. For a while I considered music as a career but I haven't focused on it now for a long time.

I write freelance for an online magazine called primermagazine.com. It's not bad, if you like my writing you can check me out there as well. Buffalo wings are argueably my favorite food and my favorite wings continue to be the very first buffalo wings I ever tried.
I don't hate my job, but I don't love it much either.

I started this blog as another step in trying to lift myself out of the muck and obscruity of faceless, jobless, writers.
I would've liked to of said something else about that last bit, but nothing really comes to mind.

I love the line in the movie Network when Peter Finch's character says, "Because, less than three percent of you read books!" Peter Finch was the last person to win an Oscar posthumonously before Heath Ledger, in case you didn't know.

I love movies. One day, I'm going to make a lot of money writing movies. I don't know that for sure, but I'm still young enough where I can say it and be relatively confident that it'll happen. Network is the sort of movie I wish I wrote. My favorite movie is a tie between Raiders of the Lost Ark and American Beauty.

One of these days, I'm going to be someone that people are going to want to know what I have to say just because of who I am. That day won't be tomorrow and it probably won't be a year from now. But it's around somewhere down the road and I don't mind waiting.


Be back soon,
-Kevin H. MacLean