People Actually Say Some Of These Wrong?

Here is a video about 79 words everyone gets wrong. I was feeling pretty good…but then along came officially, mauve and crepe, and maybe lava and pasta. I knew about forte but if I said it like “fort”, everyone would look at me funny. And there’s no friggin way I would say Wikipedia like wee-kee-pedia.

At any rate, the video was entertaining. And hey, at the end, if y is sometimes a consonant if you touch the roof of your mouth, why isn’t u sometimes a consonant? “Uniform.” I touched the roof of my mouth. “Under.” I didn’t. Now you have to watch the video to figure out what the hell I’m talking about.

The Last Name Game

I haven’t posted in forever, and I need to fix that. So why don’t I start off by posting a silly little game that I stole from someone’s Facebook page?

Every answer must start with the first letter of your last name!

Last Name : Headrick
An animal: horse
A boys name: Henry
A girls name: Hope
An occupation: hairdresser
A color: Hazel? Hot pink?
Something you wear: hat
A drink: hot chocolate
A type of food: hamburger
Something found in the bathroom: hair spray
A place: Hamilton
A reason to be late: held up in traffic
Something you shout out: “Hey!”

And that’s mine. I wonder how much fun Steve will have.

Before We Get Started, Let Me Show You How I Got My Last Name

A Toronto area psychologist is under investigation for sexually assaulting at least 3 of his male patients during incidents that so far date back to 2001. If you know anything about or may have been a victim of Dr. Vincent Hung Lo, the Peel police’s Special Victim’s Unit would like to hear from you.

The guy’s name is funny, but in all seriousness, call them if you know something. (905)453-2121 ext. 3460. You can also call Crime Stoppers at 1-800-222-8477.

Crook Arrested For Burglary

Literally.

Josephine Crook, 49, was arrested at a Kohl’s department store on the 1200 block of South Fremont Avenue and is suspected of commercial burglary and possession of burglary tools. Crook allegedly was in possession of a pair of wire cutters and a pair of scissors.

She’s accused of not paying for underwear that were hidden in a purse she was carrying, in case you were wondering.

I’m Hungry. Think I’ll Hit The Nobody’s Driving Through

We hear about multi-vehicle accidents and truck load spills all the time, but I can’t remember another instance of those circumstances coming together to make a giant road omelette.

According to officials on the scene, the first truck overturned after its axle snapped, spilling thousands of eggs all over the roadway. The truck that caused the second accident contained pallets of cheese, according to an eyewitness. And the truck that was hit while parked contained boxes of meat, with an estimated value of $3 million, according to the driver.
An eyewitness described the smell of the spilled meat, eggs and cheese as extremely unpleasant.

Though had it caught fire it would have been delicious.

If you want to see some photos, they’re here.

Wizzing On The Electric Fence Doesn’t Sound So Bad Now

I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but if you’re going to rob a store of one of its fish tanks or quite literally anything else, stop for a leak *before* the heist. This is always true, but especially because the wasps you’re hosing down give zero fucks that the cops are on your trail.

A thief was caught after he accidentally disturbed wasp nest while urinating during his getaway, a court heard.
Jamie Brown, 29, was caught by cops who saw him crying in pain.
Brown spent six hours in agony at Leeds General Infirmary, before being discharged and appearing before magistrates today.

Mountain Do

Don’t do meth, everyone.

Dominic Howells, prosecuting, said the owner of an allotment near Harwood Street found the shed had been broken into and the contents spread all around.
Among the wreckage she found the teddy bear.
“That was passed to the police and semen found inside came back to this defendant,” said Mr Howells.
“He told officers he was coming down off amphetamine and felt overwhelming need for sexual relief.”

“This defendant” is Paul Mountain, who pleaded guilty to a charge of burglary with intent to steal and was awaiting sentencing at the time of this report.

Note: I almost called this post Balled-A-Bear, but changed my mind at the last second. I like both titles, so needed to shoehorn that in here somewhere.

During This Break In The Action, Try Not To Slap Whoever’s Messing Up At Bat This Year

Before I say anything else, I want to make it clear that I’m not trying to discourage anyone from buying the app. If you’re a baseball fan, you absolutely should. $20 for every radio broadcast of every game all season long on all of your devices? It almost feels like theft. I renew mine every year and I absolutely intend to keep doing so. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to complain when the quality of the service I’m paying for starts to drop, and this year…Jesus Christ.

I haven’t used it as much so far this season as I usually do due to my WWE Network obsession taking up more of my stuff in the background time and because I catch most of my Jays games on the radio, but when I do it’s been one problem after another.

The first thing I noticed was that the thing was dropping feeds left and right (insert like name of least favourite player drops fly balls joke here). I expect that during spring training because for some reason that’s how it’s been every year, but once opening day hits they usually have things together and problems are rare. But in April I found myself frequently having to use the somewhat lower quality alternative feeds that they hide behind the help button on the audio screen, and sometimes even that wasn’t enough to keep a consistent stream. At first I thought our wifi might have been the problem, but ruled that out pretty quickly when I realized that the router was having little to no trouble with anything else we’d been throwing at it. In fact it had been better than it had been in some time, we think because a mystery person whom we had christened The Hog either moved or changed internet providers. My suspicions were backed up by the unusually frequent app updates I was seeing, updates that do seem to have fixed the problem.

But though that problem is resolved, a couple of fairly major issues remain.

For starters, what’s up with the audio quality? the desktop version of Gameday Audio always had its volume issues (quiet games and loud commercials especially), but I’d always found the At Bat app to be a much more even listening experience. It wasn’t always perfect, but what is? The point is that because the sound was so much better I’d pretty well abandoned listening to games on my computer in favour of plugging either my phone or iPod into my dock. But this year, things are just odd. Sometimes I’ll start a stream and can barely hear it even when I crank it up to full volume. Stopping and starting it 2 or 3 times fixes it to a degree, but only enough that I don’t have to have it quite as loud. And that’s a good thing, because when the bumpers and commercial breaks hit, ow! And if it doesn’t do the overly quiet thing right away, sometimes it’ll wait and drop the volume suddenly forcing me to do the stop and start to fix it.

And speaking of commercial breaks, can we please leave them alone? If not, can we at least stop dinking with them until you people can figure out how to insert your classic moment clips into the broadcasts correctly and have more than like 4 of them? Swell as I’m sure it was, I don’t need to hear Adam Jones make a great catch 17 times in 3 hours. And I especially don’t need to hear it during breaks in the action that aren’t even pauses for commercials. Speaking only for Jays games I’ve listened to out on the balcony, these inserts have interrupted the out of town scoreboard more times than I can count, interviews with players and coaches at least 4 times, an ask the experts segment, a conversation about the pros and cons of the National League adopting the designated hitter rule that I was quite enjoying and at least one sports update from my local station which prevented me from hearing the hockey scores I’d been waiting for. In short, please knock that shit off. It’s infuriating.

I’m not sure why you’re doing this, but I appreciate where you might be coming from. Whether it’s a contractual thing that doesn’t allow you to air certain commercial breaks anymore or something you’re trying out because research is telling you that people don’t want to hear ads, the idea that you’re trying something new that might add some value for the listener is nice. Innovation is a good thing, but innovation that you took the time to get somewhere in the neighbourhood of halfway right is even better. Instead of testing it out on your paying customers in the most annoying manner possible, run your own private servers and tinker with it there until it’s ready for prime time. That way if it’s not working out you won’t have upset anyone and as I’m sure you know, it’s a lot easier to get the masses to spend money with you when they don’t kind of want to end your face.

You’ll Be Ok. Just Swallow One Of These Tubes And Call Me Tomorrow When I’ve Slept It Off

Usually when somebody talks about having a drink to take the edge off, it’s entirely sensible and maybe even not the worst idea in the world. But there’s taking the edge off and then there’s telling the folks who are investigating the death of the woman you killed by putting the breathing tube into her esophagus instead of her windpipe that you weren’t drunk, you were just operating at 70% of what you usually do and that you need vodka so you don’t shake while you’re working.

When Wauters turned up for police questioning a few days later she had 2.16g/L of alcohol in her blood, while the legal limit for driving in France is 0.5g/L.
Wauters, licensed to practice since 1999, admitted she’d been drinking before the botched procedure and has since been charged with manslaughter.
“The night of the incident, I drank half a 50cl (500 ml) bottle of a mixture of vodka and water. I was not drunk, I was at 70 percent of my capacities,” investigating judges quoted Wauters as saying during a recent hearing.
She added: “I need vodka so that I don’t shake.”
She also admitted to suffering from “a pathological alcohol problem.” At her home, investigators found 17 empty bottles of vodka.

Well, at least she recognizes there’s a problem.

In a statement I actually agree with, her lawyer says that while her client fully intends to own up to the things she’s responsible for, she’s not the only one at fault here. I shouldn’t have to explain why since it seems so obvious, but somewhere there has to be a healthy helping of blame for whoever made the decision to let someone so clearly hammered touch anybody let alone perform any sort of procedure on them. Sure hospitals are stressful environments and sometimes you have to work with what’s around, but when what’s around is a loaded doctor that might just kill someone it’s time to start making some phone calls and changing your surroundings.

So Long, B.B. King

B.B. King – Why I Sing the Blues
I almost saw B.B. King live once. He came to town a couple years ago and I was thiiiiiiiis close to buying tickets. I ultimately didn’t because the weekend was looking a little too full of things I couldn’t get out of to make it work, but looking back now, it totally could have. I’ve been kicking myself over that ever since, but I also held out some hope that maybe I’d get a chance to make it right because even though he was getting on up there, he still did a fair bit of touring. Well, I don’t have to kick myself anymore. Instead, I get to regret my dumb decision forever.

B.B. King, the larger-than-life guitarist and singer who helped popularize electric blues and brought it to audiences for more than six decades, died Thursday in Las Vegas. He was 89. King, who was diagnosed with diabetes nearly 30 years ago, was hospitalized last month due to dehydration. Last October, he was forced to cancel eight tour dates for dehydration and exhaustion. His attorney, Brent Bryson, confirmed his death to the Associated Press.


That’s Lucille, a song he wrote about his guitar. He called all of his guitars Lucille, and the story of why is one of the most blues things ever. It has everything. A small southern town nobody’s ever heard of, an old bar, a woman, fighting, fire and depending on which telling of it you hear, death.

One night in 1949, King was performing at a dance in Twist, Arkansas, when two men started fighting over a woman named Lucille and set the club on fire by knocking over the kerosene stove. The place was evacuated, but King rushed back inside to retrieve his guitar, which he dubbed Lucille. Despite being married twice, King has said that Lucille was his true love, and he called every guitar he owned after that Lucille as well. “‘Lucille’ is real,” King once wrote. “When I play her, it’s almost like hearing words, and of course, naturally I hear cries. I’d be playing sometimes as I’d play, it seems like it almost has a conversation with me. It tells you something. It communicates with me.”

I haven’t had much use for U2 since around the mid 90s, but had it not been for something they did in the 80s it probably would have taken me a lot longer to discover B.B. King. Before then, the only blues names I knew were Stevie Ray Vaughan and Colin James. I kinda liked them, and figuring out more about the dude with the strange voice who was important enough to sing with U2 made me decide that there might be something to this blues stuff and maybe I should listen to it. Now of course I know it was the other way around and that U2 was lucky enough to get him, but I was 9. Give me a break.

You know, had they dumped something half this good into everyone’s iTunes last year there wouldn’t have been nearly as much complaining.

Speaking of B.B. Guesting on things, remember this?

I suppose he didn’t technically guest on it since it was just a sample, but for a while there there was no escaping this song. The line that keeps getting repeated, “I’ve been downhearted baby, ever since the day we met” comes from the song How Blue Can You Get? Given how popular that song got, I’m a little surprised how many people don’t know that and how little it gets mentioned.

I could sit here listening to B.B. King songs all day, but I’ll keep it to one more. Riding With The King.

The song that reminded us that blues playing Eric Clapton is the best Eric Clapton and that B.B. King is just the best, period.