They’re in the house, but with the absence of any resemblance of solid information, we will have to wait and see what the Wednesday TV debut brings.
I’m glad to see the twists will be kept to a minimum, although there was big news on Thursday brought rumor of a 17th houseguest being added: Paul Abrhamian from BB18.
That didn’t make me happy, though he played a game last season worthy of championship status by losing out to the snaky Nicole Franzel by a mere vote in the finale which many believed (including me) that the California apparel maker had won. I didn’t even want to see even one returnee in BB19, but confidence is high that there’s at least one returnee back in the game in Paul, if not more.
It’s funny, the things that stick in your memory. What you choose to remember, and what you don’t.
People will look at that 12:43 in the title of this entry and think it’s a time of day. In this instance, it is a time of hour.
When I worked at the Sun Radio Network in Clearwater, than later in St. Petersburg, 12:43 was almost always the time of the hour (12 minutes, 43 seconds) that the first network break occurred, where whoever is hosting had to stop what he or she was doing in order for commercials to be played, and for the proverbial “cash register” to be rung.
Here’s the thing: if you heard the show on radio and had a watch or clock set to the exact time, the break commenced at 12:50, not 12:43.
That’s because we, and many other stations and networks in the radio business had a device known as a seven second delay, just in case someone used a word not approved by the FCC. If we began the show at seven minutes past the hour, what actually was aired and said over five minutes and 43 seconds took you five minutes and 50 seconds to hear.
If someone did use one of those seven dirty words the FCC did not approve of, I would hit a small yellow button called a “dump” button. That would wipe out the seven second delay and jump the show that much farther ahead instantly.
Using normal pauses a conversation gives you, the delay builds back up, and once again there’s a seven second delay within about two to three minutes, provided nobody else curses within that time.
And that’s how 12:43 got stuck in my head, and apparently, has stayed there.
“I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It’s not. Mine had me trained in two days.”
Over the years, I have enjoyed watching prizefighting. I guess my Dad, who was quite a fight fan, taught me to love it. The Rocky movies helped that out too, I guess. But this proposed piece of prizefighting between Floyd “Money” Mayweather and Conor McGregor, I can’t help but think that this is a scam of the highest order.
As I’m sure many of you sports fans of a younger age than me know, McGregor is not a boxer by training, but an MMA fighter. If I understand the rules of the bout correctly, the fight will not be under MMA rules, but the normal rules for boxing in Nevada, with the fight taking place in some Las Vegas venue to be determined in late August.
It’s a one of a kind fight, sure. But taking an MMA fighter and turning him into a boxer is kind of like turning a chess grandmaster and teaching him checkers. Apples and oranges. Mayweather is one of the great fighters in this era where boxing has become a forgotten and ancient science, thanks in part to the UFC and other MMA circuits like it.
If Conor wins, I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong. But even at 40, I don’t see how Mayweather loses, unless he slips and busts his head.
For the life of me, I can’t explain it. But in the past few days, my Twitter account has grown from 4500 followers to over 5000.
Most of the new followers are in other language: Arabic. I can’t keep track of them all and follow them all back, because I don’t know what they’re saying without Google Translate.
I also should note that once you cross 4545 followers, Twitter allows you to follow more than 5000 accounts, equal to 110 percent of the followers you have. For example, if you have 5000 followers, you’re allowed to follow 5500 accounts.
Please don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the following. I just hope it’s the right kind of following.
But this time, the script is a little different. This time, it was Muslims who were victimized. As of the time I write this on Monday morning, who perpetrated the deed t Finsbury Park is unclear, and has even yet to be released to the media. (Monday afternoon, local police finally get around to that: the accused is Darren Osborne, 47, from Cardiff, Wales.)
Was this an attack on Muslims by some other religion, or by a Caucasian extremist? (It turned out to be a white man with four kids, the accused and afore mentioned Mr. Osborne.) And how will that change things, if anything?
Not much we can do but watch things unfold. I personally condemn ALL forms of terrorism, no matter who does what to who. This has got to stop.