If You said Yes, jump to page 99

Before I get to the heart of the matter, check out my blogging friend’s entry on the Super Bowl.  He watched the game in New Orleans.

Now back to the 99 non-Luft Balloons.  A couple of years ago, I was looking up information on a book called Interred With Their Bones and found this blog post that discussed something called The Page 99 Test where the ninety-ninth page of a given book could summarize its essence.  I had intended to go through each and every one of my books (non-fiction and fiction alike) but never got around to starting..until tonight.

I started with my Neil Gaiman books, followed by one Bret Easton Ellis number.

From American Gods:

From Good Omens:

From Neverwhere:

From Sandman Book of Dreams:

From Smoke and Mirrors:

I think each of these Gaiman books’ 99th page touches on the pertinent themes either of the specific novel or of the author’s overall flavorings.

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The 99th from American Psycho:

Click here for the Leatherface rendition of the book cover, here for the Michael Myers, and here for the young John Wayne.

 

Super Bowl XLIV: the Saints gallop over the Colts

Prologue:

I care not to weep for lost armadillos,
their snouts infected with green
green for envy
green for myth
green for suffocation
of a backyard abscess

How coolly they stare,
whiskered blinks and underbellies,
affixed to boulders swept by the sap
of white registries,
carnation and teardrop themes

I dare not weep for the costs of adversaries
their proud pamphlets injected with heat
heat for blood
heat for scythes
heat for premeditation
of a fractured printing press

How duly they prepare,
checkered chiefs and sponsorships,
addressed to soldiers kept by the map,
of night hatcheries,
extermination and blasting screams

–yiqi Super Bowl Sunday 2010 12:54 PM

The Indianapolis Colts and the New Orleans Saints have been eyeing the same gal for several days.  Forty-four years old and in Miami for one night, she has a history with the Indy but none with Nawlins.

Televised by CBS, the Saints were only down by one touchdown by the top of the second quarter.  Indianapolis 10 and New Orleans 3.  The bottom of the second quarter could’ve resulted in the Saints tying the score (or getting another field goal), but head coach Sean Payton decided to go for the end zone.  Unsuccessful this attempt was as Colts linebacker Gary Brackett ground that try to the turf.  The first half ended with Saints kicker Garrett Hartley making a  forty-four yard field goal.  Indianapolis 10 and New Orleans 6.

The third quarter sprang off to the chaos of onside kick and question of ball possession.  The referee’s official word was that the Saints recovered the loosened ball.  The end of that possession produced a touchdown by Saints running back Pierre Thomas.  New Orleans 13 and Indianapolis 10.  The Colts got back on top after their next go at the ball thanks to a touchdown by running back Joseph Addai.  Garrrett Hartley’s appendages helped his team bring their score deficit to just one with a forty-seven yard FG at the bottom of the quarter.  Indianapolis 17 and New Orleans 16.

The fourth quarter started with a failed fifty-one yard field goal by Colts kicker Matt Stover.  The Saints hopped on top with a Jeremy Shockey TD with six minutes left in the game.  A two-point conversion was nearly successful.  Wide receiver Lance Moore could not hold on to the ball as he rolled across the goal line (backwards going out of the end zone).  The Saints challenged the incomplete pass ruling–and the Saints won the challenge.  New Orleans 24 and the Indianapolis 17.  With about three minutes left to play, Colts quarterback threw an interception straight into the bosom of Saints corner back Tracy Porter, who then ran the ball seventy-four yards for a TD.  New Orleans 31 and Indianapolis 17.   Final score.  The Saints have won Super Bowl XLIV.

Observations & Miscellania:

1.  I missed the first quarter and the first couple minutes of the second quarter.  I got distracted by William Fichtner as a Sheriff invaded by alien parts.  我 真的 以為 球賽 8點鐘 才 開始.  Ce n’est pas grave.  C’est bizarre… mais, 誰贏誰敗 我不在乎.  Je prefere les Colts, mais vraiment…我 真的 不管.

2.  Thus, I had no idea who sang the National Anthem nor if the performance was any good.

3.  Jim Nantz and Phil Simms were the commentators.  They both wore dark suit jackets.  Nantz had on a very light colored button-down shirt and a bright orange tie (possibly patterned).  Simms wore a lavender button-down shirt and a purple striped tie.

4.  The Who performed during the halftime show.  They performed portions from “Pinball Wizard,” “Baba O’Riley” (which some of you may know as the theme of CSI: New York), “Who Are You,” “Save Me, Feel Me, Touch Me,” and “Won’t Get Fooled Again” (theme of CSI: Miami).  Impressive vocals and lighting display.

5.  A couple of plays after the Saints’ offensive go at the top of the third quarter, the camera went to Colts defensive end Dwight Freeney sitting on the bench and having a foot wrapped (or socked).  The telecast then cut to a medium shot of Peyton Manning look very discontent on the sidelines.

6.  It wasn’t until the top of the fourth quarter that I got really into the game and watched with eyes wide.

7.  My favorite commercial of the night: Budweiser’s story of a horse and an ox.

Watch me watching the last few seconds of the second quarter:

Get game summary, stats, and play-by play here.

 

Prete a Jouer le Super Bowl?

I found this video at a blog about writing for television.  Indeed, if filmmakers were to direct a Super Bowl film.

 

Off Topic: Today’s Verse 36

A brief detour: I like  to play with words.

A lass pour, yo Rick!  Renewed hymn well, her ratio.  Amend oeuf  infant’s chest, oeuf moat exit lint fanzine.

Two wongs don’t make it right is not offensive–it’s just flat-out incorrect.  The truth is that two wongs don’t make a riot or make it write.

All wong, all wong, you’ve done it all wong.

We’ve given you the wong award?

But this is the wong change.

You are absolutely wong!

Love in all the wong places.

Could yoo please explain to ming how you’ve been wonged?

Yoo returned the wong DVD.

This is the wong book.

Yoo took the wong iPhone.

Here I am, my anger and ming, temper makes it hard to see this situation I’m in again, everything must come to an end now.  There’s some things that I wanna do but I don’t want to lie to yoo, but it still makes ming go and do the things I know all wong.

Yoo took the wong turn again.

And now back to your regularly scheduled blog post (a parody in the same vein as this one and this one):

Patella Nutella – Li Hana

Go after start
Four wheels on all go-carts
Main seats in private box
Dunk one from very far

Stay lean inside the park
Bacon is a la carte
I’ll bend that week-old tear
Tribune will print it there
Be smart

When the gun fires, get running faster
Cold or hot, time’s not any slower
Fake a fall for getting better
Wish to boast, ball is loose down at the ten

Proud enough to wear good leather
Own your vice, it’s worth the bother
I can feel your warm patella
I can feel your warm patella
Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh
Feel your warm patella (x3)

Breathe everything, the air has lost its gleam
Torn the start of clarity, trade in for brevity
Then the storm cooked the heart
Then the worn, glass knelt in shards
Even sanded stars, Manchester’s best sports bars
Be smart

When the buns rise, they rise no later
Cold or hot, jar’s not any bigger
Quickie mart’s around the corner
Wished for more, drawer is empty of its tins

Loud enough for Chelsea’s fans to hear
Owed a block forever after
I ran out of the Nutella
I ran out of the Nutella
Ella, ella, ella, eh, eh
Out of the Nutella (x3)

Few had spun for all ten marks
Saint Jose shone free the spark
Cuffed here to ming
Spare no expense, find Tony Stark

Sew, roll on and watch the drained floor
Aisle B is where you need to start
Be smart

repeat chorus

He’s painting
Ooh lately, he’s painting
Lately, cuffed here to ming
Cuffed here to ming.

–yiqi 4 Feb. 2010 6:25 PM

 

Off Topic: Do It to ming one more time

Once is never enough.

So go ahead and touch ming in the morning, then just walk away.

Yoo give ming fever, when yoo kiss ming, fever when yoo hold ming tight.

Just when I thought I was out, they pull ming back in.

Come, go with ming to the point of no return.

I am sixteen going on seventeen, I know that I’m naive.  Fellows I meet may tell ming I’m sweet and willingly I’ll believe.

And when yoo needed ming I came through.  Remember yesterday, we walked hand in hand, love letters in the sand.  I’ll remember yoo.

Say it again for ming cause I love the way it feels when yoo are tellin’ ming that I’m the only one who blows your mind.

Cause I’m your lady and yoo are my man; whenever yoo reach for ming, I’ll do all that I can.

Someone’s being bashful, that’s no way to be, not with ming, can’t yoo see that I am just as embarrassed as yoo, and I can understand your point of view.

Oh, your gaze is dangerous and yoo fill your space so sweet.  If I let yoo get too close, you’ll set your spell on ming.

Oh, how I like it, I try but I can’t hide it.  Oh, your dancing real close…you’re making it hard for ming.

Touch ming, it’s so easy to leave ming all alone with the memory of my day in the sun.  If you touch ming, yoo’ll understand what happiness is…look a new day has begun.

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I did that anagrams game again and when I typed in Drew Brees, I got SEWER BRED.

New Orleans Saints = SENSATIONAL WRENS

The Hurt Locker = OK TRUTH LECHER

The Blind Side = THIS IDLE BEND

Queen Victoria = I COVER ANTIQUE

Vanity Fair = IF ARTY VAIN

Edward Cullen = CRUDE AND WELL

Bella Swan = BLEW NASAL

Masterpiece Theatre = APE EMETIC SHATTERER

Taylor Swift = RATTY IF SLOW