NP1 Horoscope: January 2012

Wondering what’s coming your way in the first few weeks of the new year?  Peer upon these words, dear readers, and behold!  All of these predictions have been made while I drank copious amounts of coffee while listening to Talking Heads albums.  I think it’s also how David Lynch wrote Eraserhead.

Aries
Your uncle will send you an email asking for his limited edition box set of Rocky VHS tapes back, he “needs them.”

Taurus
A dream about an upright talking dog wearing parachute pants with suspenders will haunt you throughout the day, but it turns out not to mean anything.

Gemini
While waiting in line for coffee you overhear a conversation in which someone inaccurately attributes an acting credit to “Corey Feldman with a beard,” when it was in fact Jeremy Davies in the role.  DO NOT CORRECT HIM, as this will cause you to become unstuck in time.

LOST BOY or just LOST? Be careful either way!

Cancer
You and three others in the office will pitch in for Chinese on Friday; you will like the fortune you get better than this horoscope.

Leo
You’re going to hear a song you liked in high school on a classic rock station for the first time and briefly consider steering into oncoming traffic.

Virgo
You encounter a wizard as you leave Walgreens.  The wizard is in possession of a magical amulet that gives him +3 immunity to fire.  He strikes quickly, hitting your dog with a Confuse spell.  It’s your turn, what do you do?

Libra
The same unlisted number you keep missing calls from turns out to be Jimmy Wales of Wikipedia, asking for money.  By the time you are actually able to pick up, he tells you that the fund drive is over so he’ll call back in a year.

Scorpio
While at a monster truck rally with your cousins, an argument begins over “who is better,” Bigfoot or Grave Digger.  You suddenly realize that you are discussing the merits of two diesel-powered vehicles, not sentient beings, and wonder what circumstances have led you to being at a monster truck rally in the first place.  Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.

Y'ALL DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT MONSTER TRUCKS

Sagittarius
A friend’s allergy turns out to be a blessing in disguise.  Now would be a good time to take up beekeeping.

Capricorn
You will discover that something very similar to a sport you invented in your driveway when you were twelve is now wildly popular in Scandinavia.  The scrawny Army brat you never heard from after junior high is the Swedish league’s highest-paid player.

Aquarius
Instead of buying scratch tickets this month, just go to the park on a windy day, throw a handful of money in the air, spin around five times, and count to twenty.  Whatever money you can recover is what you would have gotten back on two of the tickets in the first place.

Pisces
Avoid the new pottery course taking place at the community center this month – the “instructor” insists on having nude models present at all classes.

We have a new champion

I’d just like to let everyone know that the votes are in* and it’s official**, there is a new Best Picture on the Internet, effective immediately.

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This image was found on the Bad Postcards blog.

Thank you for your kind attention in this matter.  Good night.

* Voting parties restricted only to me, Stephen Caputo, President of the Internet.
** As official as things can be on the Internet, which is of course, my jurisdiction.

MURDER, HUH?

Look!  It’s a new video ready for your consumption:

That was a lot of fun to shoot and kind of fun to edit (I have to replace my laptop something fierce if I’m going to keep up the video thing).  I’m not in this show, but I urge you to go.  The Theatre Guild are my friends, and proceeds are going to the North Brookfield Save the Arts campaign.  It should be a great time.

Speaking of shows, I’m gearing up for A Christmas Carol down at Stageloft.  I have the dates but I’m too lazy to give them to you right now.  But if you’re looking for a portly Bob Crachit, I’m your man.

Scientists are stupid

I don’t know about you, but the idea of robots telling us what to do (or else) isn’t my cup of tea.  Call me crazy, but I don’t really feel like waking up in the morning and finding out that my computer is sick of the whole “Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, repeat” routine and is now donating all of my money to some sort of singular cybernetic consciousness.  What the machines want with money, I don’t know, but I can only assume.

Today I was reading headlines and came across this article on CNN.  Basically, it’s a report that IBM has just built another chip that is just one step closer to being about as complex and quick as the human brain.  After reading it, I just sat there thinking, “There go those damn scientists again, rushing us towards extinction.”  I mean, haven’t these people ever seen The Matrix?  How about Battlestar Galactica? Or the Terminator movies?  They’re all geeks, so I’m sure they have.  I know that if I was a scientist, I’d be concentrating on something other than figuring out a way to be a real-life Miles Dyson.

Honey, Im home!

Honey, I'm home!

Sure, it was all fun and games when we wanted to make a computer that could beat Russians at chess. We let it slide when Japan builds creepy robot women.  Hell, I’ve been playing StarCraft against the computer for ages.  But there comes a time when we have to take a serious look at this thing and ask ourselves, “What could possibly go wrong?”  The answer is EVERYTHING.  EVERYTHING CAN GO WRONG.

To quote Eddie Vedder, “It’s evolution, babaaaay.”  One species gets smarter than another, and bad things happen.  This can be observed in the new documentary Rise of the Planet of the Apes.  Robots, monkeys, whatever.  This is bad shit, people.

Once more unto the feast

It’s Independence Day, and here at NP1 that only means one thing… Live blogging the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest from Coney Island.  I’m starting to think that the best way to cover this thing might be to actually be there one of these days.

Mind you, I had to tear myself away from Rockyfest on AMC to do this.  Dedication.

JOEY DINED FOR YOUR SINS

JOEY DINED FOR YOUR SINS

12:00 – The show opens with the Master of Ceremonies pumping up the crowd on a rising cherry picker.  We’re stepping up our game this year, aren’t we?  I love this show.  It’s a muggy day down there… I wonder if that will factor into things?  Some pitchers are really good in the heat, like Tom Seaver.  Can you imagine anybody being capable of mowing down in that kinda heat?

12:03 – ESPN finally has their own booth there overlooking the event.  Renee Herlocker (Hurt Locker?) informs us that we’re going to have a seperate women’s competition.  WHAT?  I love this competition because they let the ladies compete right alongside the fellas.  Other sports this would work in: Golf, pool, bowling.  I mean, hell, if you check out Chikara Pro Wrestling, Sara Del Rey is in the running for their championship at the end of the year.

12:06 – So it turns out that they had the women’s competition already today, so we saw that on tape delay.  Sonya Thomas won with 40, Juliet Lee was tied for second with 29.

12:07 – Poll Question: Is competitive eating a sport?  I’ve already mentioned comic book-inspired pro wrestling, so I guess it is.

12:10 – The comptetitors are shown getting off the bus.  Joey is “hungry and happy.”  He’s going to do whatever it takes to win and perhaps best his world record.  I’m disappointed that he didn’t tell us what he had for breakfast.  HOLY COW, they’re shown eating in Bejing.  Eat a lot and see the world!

12:13 – Showing off the various techniques.  The Joey Hop, the Kobayashi, Dunking, the Axl Rose.  That’s exactly what it sounds like.

12:14 – Where’s Kobayashi, anyway?  He got taken away in handcuffs last year, apparently he’s nowhere to be seen this year.  The crowd is huge, tossing around a Pepto-Bismol branded beachball.  (I think they have a blimp there, I don’t believe it.  Actually, yeah, I do.)

12:18 – Paul Bertoletti video package.  He’s always goofy but certainly committed.  He’s made his way to the #2 spot in the world behind Joey.  He also once ate 275 jalepenos in 8 minutes.  My kinda guy.

12:22 – MyCleanPC will remove viruses and adware from your computer.  Just install our virus to get started!

12:24 – Well, it’s the Hangar One Vodka blimp.  Nick Cannon is the Honorary Grill Master.  He can eat four hot dogs.  I can eat more hot dogs than the star of Drumline. Pepto-branded thundersticks this year.

12:25 – SportScience is in on this.  Slow-mo chomping and slobbering for your viewing pleasure.  Competitive eaters can bite with 280 lbs of force.  Stomachs expand to hold up to four liters, from usually just one.  Good lord.

12:29 – Time to introduce our competitors.  Maybe they won’t screw up the timing this year.  Adrian Morgan looks like half the guys I went to college with and Pete Davekos looks like the other half.  Damon Wells’ claim to fame is eating a lot of gyoza.  I can pack those away like nobody’s business, so I doubt his ability.  There’s a lot of no-names here to fill out the lineup now that the ladies aren’t eating.  Matt Stonie is 18 and looks like a girl, though.  THE CHINESE ARE SENDING THEIR EATERS IN RED COMMUNIST JUMPSUITS.  While Rocky is fighting Ivan Drago on AMC, we’ve still got a fight against the Red Menace today on ESPN.   Bob Shoudt looks like David Wells at his worst.  Enter Bertoletti, he’s got this headband that he wrote “HENDERSON” on.  I don’t have any info on this.  Eater X was found unconscious in Tangier and raised in America to become one of the greatest eaters in the world.

12:37 – It’s Joey time.  He’s holding his belt high and looks to be in the zone.  He’s my age, makes me wonder what I ever did with my life.  ”I feel like an American eating machine.”  81% of people said that competitive eating is not a sport.  Well, nuts to you, then.  If you’re going to bother to respond to this question with a “no,” then why are you even watching?

12:43 – Rules are reviewed, and they’ve mentioned that you get a yellow card for “messy eating.”  Well, I highly doubt that there’s any actual table manners going on up there.

12:44 – IT HAS BEGUN!  Joey is just going balls to the wall right out of the gate.  Bertoletti’s got a couple on him already, though.  And Joey’s right back in front.  Holy crap, Bertoletti’s face just looks like a meat grinder right now.  ALEX BURROWS REFERENCE.  Minute and a half in and it’s neck and neck.  The new girl guy is not too far out of it, either.  2 minutes in and Joey’s ahead by one.  Already at 20.  Bertoletti seems to prefer red Kool Aid.  Eater X taking third.  3 minutes in and Joey’s got a two dog lead.  The Chinese guys are way too slow.  4 minutes in and it’s still close, but we’ve got a serious run at the record here.  ”EAT FASTER” yells Joey’s brother, Willie.  Halfway through and it’s 38 for Joey, 34 for Bertoletti.  Mention of Joey’s bursitis, which can be a hindrance (he’s an avid fisherman).  With 4 to go, Joey’s already up to 43!  The record is 68!  Look at these guys go.  3 minutes left, Joey’s got 49, Bertoletti is at 44, Eater X a respectable 34.  A good five-dog buffer, and he’s known for finishing strong.  2 to go… Joey with 54!  Officials just keep bringing in more platters.  Here we go, down to the home stretch, with a minute to go Joey’s 12 away from the record.  He hasn’t slowed down once.  Half a minute with 60!  I have heartburn just watching!  IT’S OVER!!!  Joey wins AGAIN!!!

Joey Chestnut – “The Phil Rizzuto of Risotto.”

12:58 – Final Count:  Joey Chestnut 62, Paul Bertoletti 53, Tim “Eater X” Janus 45.  Joey says that he didn’t start as fast as he wanted and “had a little trouble with the water.”  He fought through it, though, and he’s won for the FIFTH YEAR IN A ROW.

Another thrilling event.  I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our great nation’s sovereignty.  USA!  USA!  USA!

I’m thinking of starting an advertising firm

In an effort to increase sales of NP1 T shirts, I’ve decided to ratchet up the advertising machine.  After plenty of focus group work, self-amusement, and ice cream sandwiches, this is what I came up with:

I’m waiting to hear about my Clio award.

In all seriousness, this was something I had kicking around in my head for a week or two but finally got around to doing yesterday.  I knew that I’d only be able to throw this together with just my regular digital camera and Windows Movie Maker.  I had forgotten exactly how bad Movie Maker was until I started working with it again.  Still, knowing its limitations and quirks, I worked a lot of it into the final product.  Buy enough shirts and I can get a new computer to edit the AVCHD from my Vixia.

Wicked “Bizarre”

Back a couple of months ago, I posted rather cryptically about looking for Inspirado and talking about a one-hit wonder.  Now, you know why.

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If you click on the face of the gone-but-not-forgotten Pauly Fuemana, you’ll be reading my debut column for The Pulse, a great lifestyle and entertainment magazine based in beautiful Worcester.  You can also pick up a hard copy for free anywhere in the Worcester area.  Hopefully, I’ll continue to contribute and maybe even get noticed.

Thanks to Lara for giving me a shot.  Does this mean I’m a writer now?

A few fine Frenchmen

Once in a while, we tend to find ourselves fascinated by those we typically dislike.  This is, of course, the formula for just about any romantic comedy you’ll see dumped in theaters this time of year.  Remind me to tell you all about the screenplay I’m working on where the uptight interior decorator (Renee Zellweger) falls for the hot-shot astronaut (Matthew McConaughey).  But we also tend to take a liking to entire groups we assumed were taboo to embrace.  Klingons, for instance, have been pretty cool for some time now.  The same can be said for pirates, and vampires are  worth a lot of cash these days.  Why, then, don’t we finally give another bunch a chance to find their way into our hearts?  I speak, of course, about the French.

Call me crazy, but lately I’ve found myself somewhat fond of those “cheese-eating surrender monkeys,” or at least a select few.  Although I am a bit frightened by this realization, I’m also intrigued.  Maybe it was that absinthe I tried on my birthday.  Probably not, though, because it was kind of gross and I felt no ill effects besides those normally associated with drinking strong spirits.  So what is it?  Maybe we’ll find out by profiling a few Frenchmen that I happen to like.

I’d like to explain my rating system, which goes on a scale of 0 to 5.
Frenchness: Self-explanitory.  Just how French is he?  Does he seem to simply exude a French aura about him?  Think of this as the “Overall” rating for any player in any sports video game you’ve played since 1992.
Coolness: Although you might assume so, this is not a direct correlation to how many cigarettes the Frenchman in question smokes.  But it is a factor, so pay attention.
Creepiness: You have to admit, the French can give you the willies.  So, how much?
SVP:
Stands for Super Villain Potential.  As in every action movie ever made, any Frenchman could be a potential terrorist mastermind or super villain (or even both!).  Get to know this imporant factor, because it could save your life.  Let’s get started, shall we?

Tony Parker, point guard, San Antonio Spurs

Frenchness: 0.5
Coolness: 4
Creepiness: 1
SVP: 0

Let’s start with an easy one.  Tony has been lighting up the NBA for a dozen years as one of the best point guards around.  His vision, quick hands, and calm demeanor on the court have made him a three-time All-Star and also a three-time NBA champion, all with the no-nonsense Spurs.  It’s easy to rate Tony because although he was brought up in France, he was raised by an American father and Dutch mother.  Therefore, it’s like he’s only French by association.  Tony is without a doubt very cool, as playing the One Guard spot for one of the best franchises in basketball has got to be a pretty sweet gig.  The dude was also married to Eva Longoria for a while, and he’d score a five if he hadn’t allegedly cheated on her.  (Come on, bro.  You cheated on HER?)  Although he’s not quite the level of Steve Nash or Rajon Rondo in the backcourt, Tony is still one of the best at what he does and he helps lead one of the most balanced teams in the game.  I doubt a guy with a carreer 5.6 assists per game is capable of being a super villain, anyway.

Vincent Cassel, actor

Frenchness: 4.5
Coolness: 5
Creepiness: 4
SVP: 4

I had never seen Vincent in a movie until I finally got to see Black Swan last week.  I knew from the moment we first see his Gallic form that he was going to be both repulsive and fascinating.  That probably comes from being a hell of an actor; his performance was key and he pulled it off splendidly.  His Frenchness factor is damn near the ceiling, except for the fact that once he can start to look British rather than French.  If you squint, you get the impression that he’s what Coldplay’s Chris Martin will look like in twenty years.  His coolness is definitely top-tier thanks to his qualities as an actor, fluently speaking several languages, and also for being married to Monica Bellucci.  Hey, Tony Parker, maybe if you were a little more French, you’d learn how to stick with a gorgeous wife once in a while.  All of this comes at a price, though.  Cassel is also quite creepy.  Some of his scenes with Natalie Portman in Black Swan took on a squirm-enducing tone, although it works in favor of the plot.  Without a doubt, this guy could take over at least two continents if he had access to a giant laser or perhaps stolen nuclear weapons.

Phoenix, rock band

Frenchness: 2
Coolness: 4
Creepiness: 2
SVP: 1.8 (Mean average score)

What’s that, you say?  France has produced decent music for once?  C’est impossible! Well, you’d better believe it.  Phoenix have been around for a while, but they recently gained fame as the band that wrote the song “1901,” or as you might know it better, “That Song From the Car Commercial” or “That Song From NHL 2k10 on the Wii.”  I joke, though.  These guys’ star has been on the rise for a while now, and their last album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix was a solid effort that was dancable and fun.  These guys are only as French as they have to be, writing all of their songs in English and seemingly being bored by their heritage, simply saying in Spin Magazine last year,  ”Everywhere else, we’re interesting.  At home we’re just… French.”  Being a rock band makes them automatically cool.  However, they remain somewhat creepy due to the fact that hipsters really like their music, and hipsters are a bunch all to themselves.  As a band they work, but as a potential league of world-domination seeking super villains, I doubt they’d put together a campaign longer than a couple of months.

Eric Cantona, retired soccer player / “actor”

Frenchness: 4
Coolness: 5
Creepiness: 2.5
SVP: 3

Eric, The King.  Cantona was one of the most naturally gifted soccer players the world ever has ever known, and in all likelihood could come out of retirement right this second at the age of 44 and make an impact with any top-flight team.  His finest years were the last five of his career, where he helped reestablish Manchester United as one of the world’s best sides.  Controversy followed him everywhere he went, whether he was insulting someone important or casually drop-kicking Crystal Palace supporters in the head (I am not making this up).  Still, he managed to score 80 goals in his five years with United alone, and that’s including all of the suspension time he amassed.  He was about as French as you can get, but his importance to United and English football is undeniable; one point deducted from that score.  Cantona also was popping collars way before frat boys today, and his turn as an actor boosts coolness factor.  His fiery temper makes him a man not to be trifled with, although his heart’s in the right place.  Still, you should use caution when asking him if he’s interested in house-sitting your secret mountain lair.

Eric Ripert, Michelin star chef, super villain

Frenchness: 5
Coolness: 5
Creepiness: 5
SVP:

If you watch Top Chef, then you know who I’m talking about.  If you’re big into the culinary scene, if you’re into New York’s biggest restaurants, and if you’re into secret orbital laser installations, then you know all about Eric Ripert.  Eric is the best example of the kind of evil mastermind that has a hobby on the side that shows his softer side.  After all, the bad guys are always more interesting than the heroes.  Some like to paint, others have cats, some collect paintings of cats.  Ripert, though, is a chef.  When he’s not busy holding the world ransom at orbital laser-point, he’s running the kitchen at Le Bernardin on West 51st, treating you to kobe beef and Japanese blue fin tuna.  His welcoming, yet menacing smile keeps Gail Simmons enthralled like Harley Quinn to the Joker.  His unparalleled coolness makes Tom Colicchio want to hang out with him all the time, his creepiness is what makes it so hard to tell him he’s just going to call it a night and go home to his family, because dammit, what did he ever do to him?  In the end, I guess it’s only Tony Bourdain who can save us all from Ripert’s ruthless reign of terror.

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Steve vs. Food

It’s all your fault, Adam Richman.

You turned a hobby into a competition.  You proved that you don’t have to eat faster than a Japanese man to make eating into sport.  If Joey Chestnut is the Roger Federer of chowing down, then you are a gold medalist at the training game in Wii Sports Tennis where you knock the bricks out of the wall.  Like most of this country, I’ve become a huge fan of your TV show, Man Vs. Food.  I’m picking up pointers, and not just for finding great places to eat, but how to eat what they offer.

You magnificent bastard.

You magnificent bastard.

Start with the protein.  Save the starch for the end.  It’s the only way you have a chance.  I knew this already, but it’s like perfecting your form during any sporting event.  Like swinging a bat, or working on your jump shot.  You just keep working at it until it becomes second nature.  You have it down pat, Adam, and even better, you still manage to enjoy the food.  That is, until you’re sweating, breathing heavily, and struggling to keep fighting through a trough of red-skinned mashed potatoes and a five dollar milkshake.

You also have ladies clinging to you thanks to your lovable demeanor, Semitic good looks, and great hair.  You have also eaten wings with Joba Chamberlain.  You are a god among men.  I shall follow you into Mordor.

Your influence, Mr. Richman, is becoming an everyday thing.  Take, for instance, my recent obsession with eating big breakfasts.  I’m not one of these people who eats a breakfast every day.  If I do, it’s on the run, thanks to Dunkin’ Donuts.  But you can only go so far on an egg white and cheese sandwich (on a biscuit at participating locations).  So that’s why I love to get a huge breakfast into me, even if it’s late at night.  Being stuck in Worcester after ballgames gives you plenty of opportunity for such things.

Pat and I hit a Tornadoes game a while back (it was the game this video came from) and we were starving afterwards.  I suggested the Boulevard Diner for a change of pace, and I took the opportunity to take on the Big Bully.  Here’s the before shot:

The bottom three plates were mine.  Pat took the easy way out.

The bottom three plates were mine. Pat took the easy way out.

Sausage, bacon, ham, home fries, at least two eggs (I think it was three, to be honest), and two pancakes about the size of a hovercraft.  No toast, though.  I would have had some if it was offered.  Moving left to right, here was the result:

You are small-time.

You are small-time.

In this battle of Steve Vs. Huge Breakfast at Midnight to Combat Baseball Beer, Steve won.  I now see it as my personal duty to order the biggest breakfast at any place offering it past noon, and devour the whole thing.  God bless America.

Yeah… about that.  There’s plenty of folks out there who don’t get to eat this well.  It’s the holidays, so the food pantries have been running their campaigns at full force… but this isn’t the only time of year they need help.  Try pitching in more often.