Thursday, March 18, 2010

Whodathunkit?!: The 64 Best Things You Want To Know About the 2010 NCAA Mens Basketball Tournament.

NOTE: I know that the Tournament started yesterday, but I had computer trouble. So just read it and pretend like some of the games didn't already happen! (Or pretend that you are a visitor from the future reading a blog from the past and chuckling at the foibles exhibited by your primitive ancestors. That's what I do. All the time.)



It's Tournament Time! It's Month-After-February-Madness! It's the Postseason, the Final Four, the Big Show, it's what's basketball's all about, right?

Wrong! At least, according to Chauncey Billups, basketball is not about the postseason or winning or championships or even (as you might think) dribbling. It's about...

... high fives.

That's what Chauncey told reporters in a recent ground-breaking story on the history of the high-five. As printed in Sports Illustrated, Chauncey, when asked about the high-five, said this:

"It shows your brotherhood out there... It's beautiful, man. In a way, I think that's what this game is all about."

So there you go, young college students toiling away in game after game, earning millions for your school while getting paid nothing in return* (*Ohio State and USC athletes excluded): That is what it's all about, according to an actual professional basketball player who, having played hard in college for free for years, has now earned the right to phone it in nightly by refusing to defend, pass, or dribble but opting to dunk the ball at every possible opportunity while getting paid millions:

The game is all about high-fiving.

That's what the NCAA Tournament and other basketball may be about to the players. But that's not what it's about to me. To me, the NCAA Tournament -- the only basketball I ever routinely pay attention to -- is about one thing this year: A new quest.

For a long, long, long time, I had a sports quest. I actually had lots of quests; what's life without a couple dozen quests to spur you on and give you a reason to get up in the morning? (I also have lots of reasons to get up in the morning, ranging from Sweetie and the kids to the possibility that there is leftover pizza in the 'fridge to the new Saturday installments of Wonderella, but it's helpful to have some quests, too, to get me going on those days that I just know there's no pizza waiting.)

Among my many quests were "Someday see the Amazon river but for God's sake do not under any circumstances swim in it" (Piranhas, and worse), "Attend the Academy Awards," "Get To Go Into Space," and "Perform a live rock show at my high school reunion as lead singer of the band "Critical Mass." Sports-wise, I also had two quests: Start at quarterback for the Buffalo Bills in the Super Bowl, and See a Team go 0-16 in the NFL regular season.

That latter one was on my mind every year at the start of the NFL season: Would a team finally have the lack-of-guts to go 0 for Everything? I wondered each year, and each year I'd get more and more excited as some team lost more and more games, only to be let down each year as the teams in question pulled out a meaningless victory in game 14 or something.

Then, two years ago, Detroit did that: They went 0-16, 0-for-Everything, and I was... suddenly down a quest. (And also strangely unfulfilled; it turns out that someone else's ignominy isn't really all that fun to celebrate. I mean, it was fun, but not all that fun.)

Since then, I've been sort of adrift, missing that quest, wondering what could take its place, and looking around for a new record to root for a team to win, somewhere, somehow, and I've now hit on it, The New Quest, and, weirdly, it kind of relates to my old quest, numerically speaking, making me think that there's something to all those wackos and nuts who believe in numerology.

(No, I don't really think that. I'm just being nice to the nuts.)

(Because they're nuts. I don't want a bunch of numerology-believing nuts coming after me. So as far as they're concerned, I believe in numerology. And I don't have to worry about them reading this sentence because they won't read any sentence that doesn't have exactly 33 letters in it, unless that sentence also has 7 spaces between the words and no word is longer than 5 characters.)

(That's also how the Mayan calendar worked.)

So my New Quest is this: Sixteen To One: The Quest For A 16th-Ranked Team To Win The Entire NCAA Tournament!

No 16th-ranked team in the history of the NCAA Tournament has ever won a single game. Now, you might say, if you are a casual observer of the Tournament, "Wait, what? They put in 64 teams, which means that four of those teams are ranked at number 16, and those four teams play their first game against a 1-seed, and never in the history of the 64-team Tournament has a 16-seed so much as won a game? Why are they in there, then?"

You might say that, but I wouldn't say it too loudly, because if you do, people like me will roll their eyes and say "TV Money, der," and people like the Murray State team that managed to take their game against a 1-seed to overtime (but still lost) in 1990 will say "Well, we almost won" and sound like whiners, and people like the NCAA Selection Committee will have you picked up by ex-CIA operatives and renditioned off to countries where they don't get the Tournament live and have to watch grainy videos of it on Youtube.

It's true, though: No 16 seed has ever so much as won a single game in the history of the NCAA Tournament, and that creates an opportunity for the Greatest Sports Achievement Ever: having a 16-seed not just win a single game, but win the whole tournament.

To do that, a 16-seed would have to win its first game -- always against a 1-seed -- and then win an additional five more games: a 16-seed would have to win six games in a row, beginning with beating one of the top four teams in the country. No other sport can set up that kind of almost-insurmountabl hurdle. No other sport can demand such a hard-to-achieve feat. No other sport demands six consecutive wins to win the championship -- and no other sport sets it up by beginning with the lowest-ranked team in the playoffs starting against the highest-ranked team.

So that's my new quest, my new raison d'etre, or raison d'watching le tournament, if you will. (I will): Sixteen To One: I'll be watching each year to see that magical 16-seed rise up and take it all.

Why will you be watching? Probably because everybody else is. And as always when there is a major even in the world, I'm here to help you make it through the next couple weeks of basketball in style -- by presenting not the usual sports "analysis"* (*guesswork and redundant talk) but instead by giving you the actual things you really want to know about the 2010 NCAA Mens Basketball Tournament -- in whopping, American-sized form: A key fact about each team in the tournament, so that no matter who is playing, no matter which game is distracting you from your work and costing America an (entirely hypothetical unscientific, completely-unfactually-based, what-now-shamefully-passes-for-"news"-and-"science") estimated $1.8 billion in lost wages, you'll be armed with something to say about that game!

Let's begin!

Kansas: Kansas, which last year I noted was the only NCAA team entry that had once appeared in a porn film, is this year said to be the first number one team to face a serious challenge from a number 16 team. That "serious" challenge is explained, in almost-coherent form, on Rivals.com by someone named Chris Chase, whose credentials are, apparently, that his name is "Chris Chase" and that he has a keen understanding of coincidences, but not a keen understanding of how coincidences fail to effect life.

Chris notes that Lehigh has a chance to beat Kansas because five years ago, Kansas (then a number 3) lost to a number 14 team, in a game that, like this year's 16-vs-1, was played on March 18?

Coincidence? I think not. Or, rather, I think so. Chris Chase thinks not.

(Note to Chris: Given that the NCAA Tournament is played at the same time each year, there will almost always be a game on March 18... which is, when you think about it, chilling.)

Here are other things that happened, sinisterly, on March 18, which point towards a Kansas win:

1810: The first US Opera ("Converse") appeared in New York... and Converse is a basketball shoe.

1925: The first Tri-State Tornado ever hits Missouri, Illinois, and Indiana. And Kansas is known for tornadoes!

1961: Poppin' Fresh, the Pillsbury Doughboy, was introduced. That has nothing to do with basketball, but I thought it was interesting. I like that guy.

and, of course, in the year 37, the Roman Senate made Caligula emperor. Caligula won on that day -- overcoming a crippling pornographic past to proclaim a new pornographic future for Rome.

Lehigh:
A 16-seed! Will they be the first to win an NCAA game? Not likely, judging from the foregoing list of coincidences. (Coincidenci? What's the plural of coincidence?)

Lehigh adheres to what might be called the emblem of the flannel shirt -- and I didn't make that up; Catherine Drinker Bowen (remember what I said about the trend, in the 1800s, of naming your kid after socially acceptable habits? Did you think I was making that up?)(I was, but I was also right), a "famous biographer" (?) said that the theory at Lehigh is this:

"Ask any college professor which brand of boy he would prefer to teach, the cigarette brand or the flannel shirt variety. Right here we offer ten to one the flannel shirts. . . Lehigh still holds to the emblem of the flannel shirt—long may it wave!"

I don't know if that means that Lehigh students will wave flannel shirts at the Kansans who are going to beat their team by 60 points, but they should.

UNLV:
The UNLV Runnin' Rebels -- parsimonious with the g's in their gerunds -- have at their school the Howard R. Hughes College of Engineering. Howard Hughes -- who is famous for lots of things, including hating germs and making balsa-wood airplanes -- has a lot of mystery surrounding his birth: nobody is very clear where he was born, or when he was born. You'd think the life of the billionaire son of the inventor of the two-cone roller bit would be better documented, especially when that life has been the subject of a movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio (Romeo + Juliet).

The "two-cone roller bit," by the way, is not the infamous Madonna bra; it's a drillbit used to dig for oil.

Northern Iowa: Here's a tip for determining if you go to a good school or not: good schools don't put directions on how to find them right into their name. So if you attend Northern or Eastern or Southern anything, you're not going to a good school. (Northwestern, I'm particularly concerned about you, because not only does your name consist solely of directions, but it also doesn't say Northwestern what, and, in fact, you're not Northwestern anything.)

Northern Iowa is in Cedar Falls, Iowa, which is not to be confused with Cedar Rapids, Iowa, which is in turn not to be confused with Cedar, Iowa. There's also a Cedar County, which has in it the cities of Cedar Bluff and Cedar Valley. In all, there are 10 cities in Iowa beginning with the word Cedar. (And there are eight with some version of Center in the name.) (And there are three with Clark in the name.)

Was there a shortage of words when people were naming stuff in Iowa? I'd like to go start Central Cedar Clark City in Iowa. I'm assuming it would be a mecca for Iowers.

Michigan State:
This just in... the Detroit Free Press is reporting that President Obama predicts that Michigan State will lose in the Sweet 16.

I just thought I'd mention that, in case you were wondering why you don't have health care reform, a consumer protection commission or a new jobs bill yet. Hopefully, some of those Michigan State players will go on to become doctors and will move to your community and save your life.

New Mexico State: Whenever I think of New Mexico, the only word that comes to mind is adobe, and the result is that I constantly picture everything in New Mexico being made of adobe, including, probably, the basketballs that the New Mexico State Aggies use to play on their home court (also made of adobe.) But I just found out this morning that New Mexico is also home to the World's Largest Scrap Metal Roadrunner


But, while the roadrunner attracts all the attention, there's also a much-less-heralded metal kokopelli on that same property.

The Kokopelli is a god of fertility, tricks and music -- a natural as a college mascot, right? So instead of going with the Aggies as a nickname, I hereby propose that New Mexico State University name its teams the Kokopelli and use this as their logo:



Although that actually looks a little like the Phillie Phanatic:


Maryland: Maryland is best-known for being passed over in the Wayne's World green screen joke in which Wayne and Garth green-screen their show through a variety of places and then end up in ... Delaware. It must suck to be not as funny as Delaware.

Maryland
also was recently banged around for not graduating many of its basketball players, something the coach took issue with, pointing out that 9 of the last 11 basketball players graduated, which he said was an improvement.

Anything, though, would be an improvement over Maryland's 1999-2003 graduation rate for basketball players, which was zero percent.



Of course, low graduation rates should be expected from any school which, on its website, ranks business/government/industry ahead of students and faculty -- on Maryland's official site, if you read the headings from left to right (you know, the way them educated college grads do), you'll see that alumni are first, business second, and faculty rank a distant seventh.

Houston: You can, if you want, follow the adventures of the Houston Cougars, as they prepare to lose their first-round game, on Twitter: Coach Tom Penders has a Twitter feed. It's got all the pulse-pounding action you'd expect from a Twitter account maintained by low-paid academic assistants under the name of a coach who's (probably) hoping to parlay an NCAA appearance into a job coaching at a real school, including this, from February 28:

Good team meeting after last night's game. We all know what we need to work on.

I'd say you need to work on more exciting Twitter posts. Like this Twitter post labeled the "Most Exciting Tweet Ever:"

Most exciting tweet ever. I'm in A&E with a broken right arm having fallen on ice. Ambulance and everything. It hurts. A lot. But I'm ok.

That is from someone who also needs to work on more exciting Twitter posts.

I don't use Twitter, because I don't even like the idea of boiling everything down to 140 characters; I need at least 3000 words to tell what I ate for breakfast. But I will, as a public service, give you the most exciting Tweet ever: Feel free to repost this as your own:

Giant robots eating soldiers alive in city; have armed self using nuclear-powered exoskeleton and am going to fight. Also, Ellen hilarious on Idol tonight!


Tennessee: Tennessee -- which uses more than its share of consonants and vowels and should, rightly, give up an n, an s, and maybe an e, -- named its team the Volunteers, and then named the women's team the Lady Volunteers. I'm not sure of the distinction. If the women's team had been around first, would the guys be the Men Volunteers? I think announcers should, to avoid a Title IX problem, refer to the men's team as the Men Volunteers.

They should especially do so because Tennessee carefully groups and labels all the volunteers: they have not only the Lady Vols but the Junior Vols, as well, for those kids who really want to volunteer but don't quite measure up to be real volunteers, which everyone knows is just for men. (Sorry, ladies!).

The mascot for the Junior Vols is "Junior Smokey,"




Which is just... how can I say this? Stupidly incorrect. Assuming that Smokey is the mascot, then Smokey, Junior would be the secondary mascot.

And, could you have snapped a shot where Junior Smokey's tongue was not attempting to escape his mouth violently?

It costs $25 to join the "Jr. Vols," and in exchange for your twenty-five smackers, you get:

* Official Jr. Vol Club T-Shirt
* Personalized Membership Card
* Birthday Card from JR. Smokey and special offer
* A Bi-Monthy newsletter from Jr. Smokey
* Exclusive events for Jr. Vol members only
* Promotional items and games
* And FREE admission to select UT sporting events

The "Bi-Monthy" is on the original site. So if you attend Tennessee (which graduates only about 30% of its basketball players), you're getting a slightly better education than if you went to Maryland.

But slightly worse than if you just stayed home and watched Web Soup.




San Diego State: Today, March 18, has been declared "Red & Black" day by San Diego's mayor, Jerry Sanders, in honor of the Aztecs making it to the NCAA Tournament. I found that out by clicking a link on San Diego State's website's front page. I also, on that same site, found a link to a groundbreaking study that found that today's young college grads, and I quote,

"are significantly more likely to value leisure and time off from work than the Baby Boomer generation did at the same age in the 1970s, according to the study published online this month in the Journal of Management. They were also more likely to value rewards such as higher salaries and status."

Which tells me that today's young people-- along with the Baby Boomers -- got it all wrong. Boomers valued work more than leisure. Today's young people value leisure more than work.

But my generation -- the Real Generation X -- valued most highly leisure while pretending to be working.

My generation is awesome.


Georgetown:
The Georgetown Hoyas prompted me to ask: What's a Hoya? And the answer is: Nothing! What's a hoya with you!

Ha! I love that joke.

According to HoyaSaxa.com (Motto: An independent web site not affiliated with Georgetown University. All rights reserved.), Hoya came about because the team, originally called the Stonewalls (and later the Hilltoppers) was occasionally cheered on by Latin-esque cries of hoia saxa, which, translated to English, means what rocks.

That ability to speak Latin marked a high-water mark in Georgetown's academic history. The low-water mark came when Daniel Porterfield, Ph.D., spoke to incoming freshman in 2003 on the topic What's a Hoya, and gave them some celebrity advice on how to survive at Georgetown, advice that he garnered from noted ... person... Anna Nicole Smith, who he quoted as saying Put a Web-cam in your dorm room."

What's a hoya, indeed.

Ohio: No high-falutin' stripper quoting for Ohio, which, despite sharing the name of the state its in, is maybe the third best-known college in Ohio, after Ohio State and Miami (of Ohio)(which is itself maybe the most-famous Miami, nowadays).

No, Ohio University mentions only the biggest, most profound, most noteworthy, most credible famous alumni, people like:

Linda Georgian, BSEd ’68, former Psychic Friends Network host and “psychic to the stars” whose clients have included Liza Minelli, Bob Hope and Regis Philbin.

They also mention that Terrence McDonnell is an Ohio U. grad; Terrence is noteworthy, to me, for winning an Emmy as a writer... on Jeopardy! I didn't know you could get a writing award for writing questions, but now I want to set up that as an additional quest of mine -- not just getting on Jeopardy!, but writing a question for Jeopardy!

Oklahoma State: Oklahoma State refers to itself all the time as "OSU," which everyone knows actually means Ohio State University. So can't Ohio State sue Oklahoma State for using OSU?

I'm not sure. Maybe. But OK State -- a better nickname than OSU, and one I just coined -- doesn't stop with just ripping off Ohio State's initials. They also rip off Syracuse's nickname and mascot: OK State has the "Orange Peel," an annual pep rally named to "honor the school's primary color" and presided over by this mascot:


That's "Pulp," the Orange Peel Mascot, and he sure looks a lot like Otto the Syracuse Orange:



Who in turn bears a passing resemblance to Evil Otto, from Berserk:


What I'm saying is that OK State is not very creative.

Georgia Tech: How great is this? Georgia Tech (the Georgia Institute of Technology) got its brightest professors together to design a computer ranking system, the Logistic Regression Markov Chain, or "LMRC", to predict Tournament champ, and that computer -- run by Georgia Tech guys-- picked Kansas beating Duke in the final game. (Thereby going contrary to the prediction-by-coincidence that led off this Whodathunkit!?)

The LMRC is right 74% of the time and last year predicted several upsets. This year, asked about Georgia Tech chances, the computer said (in the cold, calculating voice that computers always use) Georgia Tech has a basketball team?

Then it shut down life support systems across campus.

Ohio State: Because I am easily distracted and because I really have not much else I'd rather do, I went to check and see if Ohio State had trademarked OSU and was even now getting ready to sue OK State. Before I could get the answer to that, I learned about The Gold Pants Club, a tradition at OSU in which any player who participates in a win over Michigan gets awarded a miniature gold pants charm:



This tradition began back in 1934, when the then-coach was asked about beating Michigan in a football game, and that coach (Schmidt) replied that he didn't think it would be a problem, because Michiganders “put their pants on one leg at a time same as everybody else.” The Ohio State team beat Michigan 34-0 that year -- a margin of victory made even more remarkable when you consider the OSU Buckeyes won despite not wearing pants.

I made that up. But the story about why it's the "Golden Pants club," based on the one-leg-at-a-time comment, is true, and also is proof that most college traditions and lore are stupid.

UC Santa Barbara: "Santa Barbara" was not just a minor California campus, but also a long-running soap opera... or, as Wikidiotpedia would have it, a "television soap opera," because there are, of course, lots of other kinds of soap operas. Like, um... Morse Code Telegraphic Soap Operas:

... _ _ _ .. _

Oh, man, that's hot.

Is life at UC Santa Barbara similar to life on the soap opera? I've never been to Santa Barbara, and I never watched the television soap opera, so I'm uniquely qualified to jump to conclusions based on a hasty skimming of the UCSB website.

The results are: Sure, why not? UCSB in the next month or so is hosting everything from a concert by Elvis Costello to a lecture on "The New Century of Exoplanets," and I'm pretty sure I recall pretending to have once heard of an episode of Santa Barbara (the television TV show soap opera that was on television) in which Elvis Costello went to another planet. It went like this:

... _ _ . _ _ ...

Syracuse: Go to the Syracuse website and you'll be greeted with this mission statement:

Scholarship in Action is the bold vision that propels Syracuse University — a vision for education that's not static or for its own sake, but breaks out of the traditional "ivory tower." It drives us to forge innovative and sustained partnerships across our local and global communities. And that makes SU a place where students become leaders, scholars become collaborators, and the community is continually energized by new ideas.

That's a mission statement that makes no sense. Scholarship in action ... is... not static. And it's not "education for its own sake." But whose sake is it for? And what is the action being proposed?

That mission statement is the kind of horrible groupspeak that can be rearranged without losing any meaning:

Action in Education is the bold partnership that breaks Syracuse University out of the traditional vision for education, innovating partnerships that sustain the forges of global communities not for its own sake, but for new communities that will energize the ideas in a way that is not a static ivory tower: Collaborators become student scholars who are leaders at SU.

Someone got paid to come up with that mission statement, and here I came up with the same thing in 30 seconds.

And 10 minutes from now, Oklahoma State will post one of those mission statements on their own website.

Vermont: Vermont's website proclaims that "We Are The Catamounts." A "catamount" is a cougar. Or, sometimes, a lynx. If you're not good enough to become a varsity team member Catamount (the school recommends you start trying to make the college varsity teams when you're a junior in high school), you could always play on the Inner Tube Water Polo Intermural team -- there's currently no champion listed in that sport at the school, so the field is wide open.

Vermont is a sixteen seed: Will they be the first-ever 16 To One? We'll see! (No. They won't. But don't tell them that; it'll just bring them down.)

Gonzaga: Do you know a lady? Or are you a lady? And this lady you know or are, does she have a purse that needs hanging up? And this lady with the purse that needs hanging, is she a huge Gonzaga fan?

Well, you're in luck, because right now you can get the Gonzaga Bulldogs purse hanger:



For just $12.95 -- and while that might seem a little steep to pay for something that serves the same purpose as a doorknob, keep in mind that the Gonzaga Purse hanger works on any flat surface.

Any. Not most, or some, or a select few, but any flat surface you can think of. So if you were able to shrink yourself down and drop into Kandor, the Bottle City that survived the destruction of Krypton:



And also shrink down your purse, and your Official Gonzaga Bulldog Purse Holder, and then find a flat Kandorian surface, you could totally hang your purse there.

Florida State: Florida State bills itself as The Florida State University, which copies Ohio State, long (and stupidly) known as The Ohio State University. Florida State meets OK State in the Copycat Bowl!

For some reason, FSU's website links to the Ringling Circus Museum site, and clicking on that link leads you to a site where you find out there are actually two circus museums on the grounds, as well as the Ca d'Zan Mansion, a 36,000 square foot, 41 roomed mansion built in 1924-25 and costing, originally, $1.5 million, and which is proof that back then, being a circus owner was worth big bucks.

There's no explanation why that site is linked to by Florida State's site, though -- and no explanation why the link to the circus museum site is only found on the FSU Vice President's page.

Butler: Butler has the Dawg Pound, and man, I hate people who think it's cool to say Dawg.

The Dawg Pound is a group of students who pay money to join up, and then get free admission to Butler sporting events... that is, students who don't understand that if they're paying money, the admission is not free. The students also get a Dawg Pound card and that card helps them earn points by attending the athletic events, with the points generating tickets for the students to win something in a year-end lottery. This year, Butler Student Rebecca Davies led all other Dawg Pounders with 161 points. Rebecca might be one of these students:



...or she might not. Who knows? This guy, on the other hand:



Is Jake Skierkowski, the president of the "Dawg Pound" and a pharmacy major. So someday he will be responsible for ensuring that your heart medication is properly mixed. Feel better about your future now?

UTEP: UTEP has a ghost, and a spelling problem. In this article, Justin Minerez recounts a variety of ghost stories surrounding UTEP, from barely-seen shadowy figures to ghostly tea parties to re-enacted ghostly murders, there is a rich history of ghosts abounding at UTEP.

The title of the article is "The Hunted Halls of UTEP."


Vanderbilt: One key alumnus of Vanderbilt is the mouth-twisting James Tayloe Gwathmey, who is probably best known for writing the first complete text about anesthesia in the US, but who should be best known for having been a circus acrobat-turned-doctor: before graduating from Vanderbilt, Gwathmey had dropped out of Virginia Military Institute to travel with the circus.

Murray State: The only thing that marks your school as lower, academically, than having directions in the name is having a name that, technically, does not exist. There is no state named Murray, and there never was.

Murray State, having just made the 2010 Mens NCAA Basketball Tournament, has as its opener on its athletics website a story about their baseball team.

Xavier: Here's something I didn't know until now: There are two Xavier Universities: one in Ohio, and one in Louisiana. The Xavier in Louisiana apparently is the one that didn't make the NCAA tournament... but what if they just showed up and acted like they were supposed to be there, walking onto the court in their "Xavier" uniforms?

Both Xaviers have cool nicknames: The Musketeers for the Ohio school (or, "Real Xaviers") and the Gold Rush for the Louisiana Xavier... although it's not clear to me why there's a team named gold rush in Louisiana.

Minnesota: Isn't it time to update some university songs? Here are the lyrics to the U of Minn Fight song, written in 1925:

Minnesota, come on, let's go!
It's a loyal crowd that's here;
With a Sis-Boom-Ah and a Ski-U-Mah,
For the varsity we cheer! Rah! Rah!
The old fight gang, on your marks, Slam! Bang!
Hit 'em hard and hit 'em low,
So fight, Minnesota, fight!
Minnesota! Come on, let's go!

Ski-U-Mah? Is that a thing? Maybe: According to the website "Ask a Male Cheerleader" "ski-u-mah" came from a distortion of an old Sioux chant, drunkenly created and repeated by two Minnesotans, John W. Adams and “Win” Sargent, to the dismay of their neighbors, the delight of their teammates, and the future confused consternation of a blogger.

Pittsburgh: The Pittsburgh athletics website has a link to something called the "Panthers Automart," which, when clicked, turns out to be a link to the website Autotrader.com. I just thought I'd mention that.

Pitt doesn't have a fight song, they have a victory song -- so they're one step ahead of schools that just want to fight, like Minnesota. It includes these memorable lyrics:

Da da da da da-da Fight, Pitt, fight!
Da da da da da-da Fight, Pitt, fight!


Oakland:
Oakland is the Golden Grizzlies, and what is it about mascots that they're deemed better, or tougher, or more acceptable, if they're golden? The Golden Grizzlies join the Golden Eagles (Marquette and Southern Miss and Auburn and Tennessee Tech), the Golden Panthers (Florida International), and, most ridiculously, the Golden Gophers (Minnesota).

BYU: I always like to check out a university's "Fun Facts" section to see if the University and I agree on what actually is a fun fact. BYU's fun facts include this:


Q: Who was BYU's starting quarterback in 2001, when BYU went 12-2? A: Brandon Doman. Brandon Doman went to the NFL and played two seasons, before returning to BYU in 2005 to be the Quarterback's Coach.

I'm not sure what's fun about that. Or even remarkable.

By the way, the 12-2 record was 12 wins, then 2 losses to finish the season. And Doman, known as the "Domanator" went on to spend three years in the NFL -- including one season on the Bills' roster!
Florida: Tim Tebow. It's my understanding that nobody is allowed to say anything about Florida these days other than Tim Tebow.


Kansas State:
Kansas State was recently picked by Seventeen magazine as one of America's 100 Coolest Colleges, which comes as a surprise to those of us who weren't aware that Seventeen magazine still existed. But it does exist, and if you go to their site, you can watch a video of Zac Efron bungee jumping!

That, in turn, comes as a surprise to those of us who didn't know that Zac Efron still existed.

North Texas: The directions are right in the title... and it's in Texas, telling you all you need to know about the quality of this "institution."

But they do have a cool team nickname, the Mean Green, which means, of course, that there's also a kids' version of that team, the Jr. Mean Green -- but no explanation of why the Mean Green mascot is Scrappy The Eagle. "Scrappy The (Mean Green) Eagle?" I don't get it.

The story behind the name is even better, though: In the 1960s, the school's defense was dominant, and one of the players on that defense was "Mean" Joe Greene, who would go on to NFL/Coca-cola commercial fame. Apparently, the school adopted the nickname based on him -- so Mean Joe Greene played for the Mean Green.

Kentucky: Kentucky, which should have been on the list of schools that got probation from the NCAA for poor graduation rates, but wasn't, for some reason, may lag behind in actually educating people but they are first among schools with an "official" blog, where, among other "officially boring" posts, they proudly note that Obama picked them as runner up in the tournament, describing that as a "presidential seal of approval," and thereby continuing the national trend of claiming losing is winning.

Eastern Tennessee State: A 16 to reach number 1? Not likely... and, since it's got a direction in its name, there's very little to recommend this college, athletic or otherwise. Especially when you consider that their new motto, as expressed on their website, is "Hospitality, Choices, Opportunities."

Not to nitpick, but should hospitality be the first thing people want in a college?

Not to nitpick, too, but where's education in that list?

Last year, I pointed out that ETSU's motto was that they were becoming a good school. It seems they've opted to give up on that lofty goal, and instead just be nice. I tried that, in high school: I thought if I stopped trying to be cool, and just was nice (as my Mom suggested) I'd become more popular.

I went to two parties in high school. Both were thrown by my brother.

Texas: Texas has a yoga club. Has anyone told Chuck Norris?

Wake Forest: Wake Forest is not in Wake Forest. The school moved from Wake Forest the city Winston-Salem, the cities/cigarette brands in 1956, presumably keeping the name "Wake Forest" because even in 1956 you couldn't name a school after a couple of packs of smokes (aside from "Lucky Strike U: It educates ya' good like a college should").

I bring this up because Wake Forest's website says the move from Wake Forest to Winston-Salem is the reason behind "rolling the quad," which is not (as you'd guess) a sequel to Pineapple Express but is instead the "tradition" of students covering the entire campus in toilet paper after athletic victories.

See, in Wake Forest, the campus had a bell students could ring after a victory. Whereas, in Winston-Salem, the students couldn't reach the bell... so they had to come up with something, anything, to celebrate, and what they came up with is a massive waste of resources:



Someone should introduce them to Chauncey Billups, and he can explain about high fives, and the Wake Forest custodial staff can quit working overtime.

Temple: Speaking of stupid traditions, Temple has its owl mascot. Temple claims to be the first school to use the owl as a mascot, with the legend being that since Temple began as a night school for poor people, the owl -- a nocturnal hunter -- was seen as a fitting symbol. The founder of the University, Russell Conwell, said: "The owl of the night makes the eagle of the day."

No,
it doesn't: An owl during the day is simply a sleeping bird. Also, owls make owl pellets, which are chunks of undigested animals that owls barf up from time to time. They're not only gross, but apparently big business: I found at least three websites that will not only sell you owl pellets ("The one biology lab your students will never forget!") but which will also pay you for sending in the ones you collect.

So the next time you're walking in the woods and see an owl vomiting, grab that pellet, send it in, make some money, and think of Temple University.

Cornell: The Cornell team is nicknamed the "Big Red," which would be awesome to see meet the Mean Green -- something that could only happen in the final, since they're on opposite sides of the bracket.

Cornell announced that it hopes to "live up to" the pick made by Obama -- who selected them to win one game. Aim high, Cornell! No, wait, aim kind of a little below average!

Wisconsin: Wisconsin is home to this:



That's not a fossilized pile of owl pellets, but it may as well be. That "statue" graces the outside of Camp Randall Stadium, where the Badgers play football. It's meant to be a pile of footballs on top of a pedestal, I'm told.

If Bo Ryan's Badgers ever win the Tournament, we in Wisconsin can look forward to more statues commemorating piles of equipment. I'm dreading "Pile of Dirty Laundry: The Statue."

Wofford: Wofford, which plays Wisconsin in the first round on Friday, boasts that "taking chances is all part of the plan" at their school. Their admission office promises that at Wofford, you'll "discover the unexpected you!" The "unexpected you" better have "unexpected cash reserves," as a year at Wofford will cost you $30,000-$40,000, or $120,000 for a four-year degree.

Wofford's website says it has about 1400 students, and in its endowment -- money that people give it with instructions that Wofford never spend it -- it has $126 million. That money would pay for the full four-year educations for 1,050 students. So if those people who gave to Wofford had instead set up a scholarship fund, 1,050 students would have gotten a free Wofford education. Instead, that $126 million is locked away and will never be spent.

Just sayin'.

Marquette: Marquette invites you to "Be The Difference." The period is in the original, making the effect of that invitation curiously flat. Sure, you can be the difference. Or don't. It doesn't really matter to me. Periods abound in Marquette's website: A link for its new engineering building says Marquette is "Changing the game. Now." (If you read the articles -- I don't recommend it -- it won't be clear how the building is Changing the game. Now. It will be clear that Marquette wants you to help pay for that game-changing buzzword-building complex.

Washington: Forget basketball; there's ground-breaking news from the University of Washington, which recently announced that sometimes... well, I'll let the researchers tell you:

"In a surprise, researchers have found that this [the smell of sea salt in the air], thought to be restricted to sea spray occurs at similar rates in air above Boulder, Colo., nearly 900 miles away from any ocean. What's more, local air quality measurements taken in a number of national parks across the United States imply similar conditions in or near other non-coastal metropolitan areas. "It's there. We know it's there. But we don't have a good handle on where that chloride comes from," said Joel Thornton, a University of Washington associate professor of atmospheric sciences and lead author of a paper documenting the findings, published March 11 in Nature."

I've been very critical of "science" lately, and just to be clear why, let me point this out to you: The U. of Washington did a study in which they examined why people sometimes smell salt in the air, and concluded "we don't know why."

And that study was published.

So now, "science" is taking "things we don't care about," not explaining them, and calling it a day. Is it too late to change my career?

New Mexico: New Mexico's mascot are the lobos -- and, as guys who went to only two parties in high school know, Lobo is an interstellar bounty hunter/biker -- pretty much a stock character, these days.


Montana: Montana boasts on its website that its cheer squad and dance team has won the national championship twice... and then boasts that the team has lost that competition five times.

They don't say "lost," they say runner-up, but runner-up is a fancy way for saying you didn't win.

You can't get a Youtube video of the cheer team, which I was going to put in here, because if you try to find "Montana Cheer Team" on Youtube, all you get are Hannah Montana clips. When Miley Cyrus' show began, Montana's long slow slide into obscurity sped up a little. Or would have, if Montana hadn't already gotten to obscurity after the Unabomber was caught.

Clemson:
At Clemson, the tradition used to be "Rat Caps," which aren't (as I first thought) a cap made of rat skin (or Elaine's nutria-based Rat Hat from Seinfeld.) They're those beanies that used to be worn by college freshmen when college freshmen sucked even more than they do today. Students would wave them at football games, and if the team lost, would wear the cap for an entire week.

Today, to keep that tradition alive, Clemson students wave their hands -- but not just any old wave. The Clemson website instructs that the wave must be done "with thumb folded underneath so the fingers appear to be holding a cap."

Missouri: I like that Missouri calls itself "Mizzou." I'm not sure why, but I like it. I also like that Mizzou has a "scholar in residence" (aren't all students at a school 'scholars in residence'?) and that the latest, at Mizzou, is a sketch comic by the name of Emily Wilson. Here's Emily at work:



West Virginia: West Virginia U. doesn't get a pass on the "name includes directions" downgrading; instead, the entire state gets downgraded for that reason. (Same with you, North and South Dakotas/Carolinas). Future students at the West Virginia can anticipate "The WV Experience," which hopefully doesn't include having to choose sides in Hatfield-McCoy 2010.

They can also look forward to having their degrees watered down by WVU's practice of handing out degrees to the politically-connected and well-funded: In 2008, WVU gave a degree to the then-governor's daughter, who happened to work for the University's largest donor, without the daughter having actually earned it. (The degree was later rescinded, but you see what I mean about colleges with directions in the name.)

Morgan State: Fake state alert! Morgan State is actually located in Maryland, but they couldn't use that as a name for their school because (a) Maryland is taken, and (b) Maryland doesn't sound very tough, does it? Maryland?

Morgan State's athletic department has a Boxing Hall of Fame listed on the site -- but you can't get into it. I didn't see boxing listed as a sport that can be pursued there, now, which made me wonder: Does the NCAA allow boxing?

It did -- until 1960. Then, for 16 years there was no collegiate boxing, until the National Collegiate Boxing Association took up the mantle.

Tops among boxing champs? Air Force Academy, which has won almost every title. Military schools account for almost every boxing title -- only three non-military schools have won a National Boxing Championship since 1976. And one of those is, unsurprisingly, UNLV.

Duke: Slate.com earlier this week urged people picking NCAA pools to "Act like a hedge fund manager and pick Duke to win it all." The idea was to remember -- contrary to most popular thinking now -- that losing big is the same as losing small, that if you don't win the pool, you don't win no matter how much you lost by -- so Slate urged people to pick contrary to public opinion, to go against the "wisdom of the crowds" and take the upsets because if you pick what everyone else is picking, you'll end up in the middle of the pack, whereas if you pick contrarily, going with key upsets, you'll either lose big (but losing big is no worse than losing small: lose by a point or lose by million and you still lose)(unless you're the US Olympic team, in which case losing is winning so long as nobody asks what medals you're counting), while if you win, with a contrary method, you'll... well, you'll win.

That strategy isn't really new, though. It's unpopular, but it's not new, and going against the "wisdom of the crowds," betting that people don't really know anything, made Nassim Taleb a really rich man when he bought stock options betting that the stock market would go way up, or way down, or way off to the left. He bought options for pennies on the dollar, on both sides of the issue: He didn't know whether the stock market would shoot up or crash, but he bet that nobody else knew that, either -- and that ultimately it would do one or the other. When the market crashed, Taleb's old, unpopular strategy had him loaded with options that made him extremely well-off.

And, applying Taleb's philosophy to sports analysis isn't new either, Slate -- I did it back during the 2009 NFL Playoffs.

Arkansas-Pine Bluff: I'm unique among people, in that I'm not afraid to ask "How'd that place get its name?" and I'm not afraid to then spend the better part of a workday (or work week) looking up the answer.

Here's what makes me wonder this: Arkansas was admitted into the Union in 1836; Kansas wouldn't become a state until 1861, when Admiral John Paul Jones started the Civil War by marching on the City of New Orleans. So Arkansas is not a derivative of Kansas the way we have Virginia and West Virginia; which made me wonder why Arkansas?

Investigating that soon made me wonder What the heck is going on with that state, in that when it was named, nobody appears to know what, exactly, they had just named the state. That is, two Senators from when Arkansas first became a state had a disagreement... over how to pronounce the name of the newly-formed state.

Had that never come up in the debate about admission? Had nobody ever pronounced the name of the would-be state ever before?

The senators settled their disagreement not by the usual methods in vogue in the 1830s (dueling, or by dying of typhus) but by agreeing to be stupid: the name would be spelled Arkansas but pronounced Arkansaw.

The name itself apparently comes from an Indian word meaning "south wind," a word used to describe Indians living in the area before we kicked them all out and then used their faces as logos on our sports teams.

California: Cal's teams go by the Golden Bears, and Berkley is just a shoot-n-holler away from Oakland's Golden Grizzlies, which makes me wonder just how many bears there were in that area in the past.

Cal is an enterpreneurial dream school: Want some Cal gear? There are nine different shops online, including a School of Business shop and a library shop (and you can apply online for a Cal Credit Card to use at them.) Being a cheapskate -- not working and excessive blogging doesn't pay as well as you'd think -- I went to the Cal Overstock & Surplus Den, which disposes of extra UC-Berkeley property, where they were selling something called "Rolls of Glass" for only $55.50 each. With my anniversary coming up, that's a bargain I can't afford not to take advantage of.

Louisville:
Has two official songs: "Fight, U of L," and "All Hail U of L:"

"Fight U of L" goes:

Fight now for victory and show them
How we sure will win this game
Fight on you Card'nals and prove to them
That we deserve our fame.
Rah, Rah, Rah!
Roll up the score now and beat the foe
So we can give a yell
With a FIGHT! give them all you've got
For we are with you U of L.

"All Hail U of L" goes:

All hail to thee our U of L
As we stand up for her fame.
All hail to thee our U of L
As we fight to win this game.
Sing praises for a victory,
We wish our heroes well.
All hail the Cardinal Spirit.
All hail our U of L!
GO CARDS!

And neither of them is what you'd call stirring, or great. The Fight Song does encourage running up the score, though, so give it kudos for encouraging a lack of sportsmanship.

The Fight Song was written by Robert Griffith, who had more than 75 marches published in his lifetime -- including The Courier Journal March:




Texas A&M:Texas A&M is home to the George Bush Presidential Library -- the first George Bush, at whose library you can pick up political memorabilia like the Cow Hinge Box:



That's got to be a popular item on any college campus. I don't know about your college days, but back in mine, I definitely needed a small, discreet hinged box in which I could keep...

... the miniature ceramic milk jug that comes inside that cow. Only $6.95!

Utah State: Last year, the state of Utah lost its number-one ranking in the list of "people who do Frodo and/or porn-related searches on Google," getting edged out by Zagreb, Croatia (which I'm pretty sure isn't even a place.) This year, Utah didn't even make the top ten on that list.

Meanwhile, the number one language used to search for porn these days? Tagalog. See? I search these things out so you won't have to. (And so I won't have to do any real work.)

Strangely, when it comes to doing searches for Utah, the top 8 cities are all in Utah, which makes sense. But then, Boise, Idaho ranks ninth, and Boulder, Colorado, ranks tenth. Why are they so interested in Utah? There's probably a border war brewing.

Purdue: Purdue claims to have the "world's largest drum." Standing 10 feet tall, the cleverly-named "Big Bass Drum" has four band members and two beaters handling it:



But is it the world's largest drum? I'm not so sure, as you can guess by the fact that I asked the question. Consider the Giant Drum For World Peace -- a real thing:


...that was created, and beaten, in 2006 to send messages of world peace. It weighs two tons and is 4.8 meters in diameter. (I don't know what that means.) The maker, Hiromi Ishioka, bragged that six months after that he was going to make a bigger drum, but I couldn't find confirmation that he ever did that.

Siena:



Notre Dame: Notre Dame is beginning a scientific study of generosity, in which proposals will be given up to $1.2 million in funds to study why people donate blood, or give gifts at Christmas, or, I assume, grant $250,000 to study generosity.

I have already drafted up my proposal for one of the research grants. It goes like this:

Dear Notre Dame University:

I intend to study generosity as follows: You give me $1.2 million. I will then ask you why you did that, and write it down, and hand that paper back to you.

I will need a control group, so if you'd like to not give me $1.2 million, drop me a line.

Old Dominion: Old Dominion doesn't just talk about school traditions like other schools do; they do something about it. Specifically, what they do is sell you pictures labeled "traditions" but which really are just pictures of cheerleaders: of the twelve photos shown on the front page of their "Traditions" Photos page of the store, six are of the cheerleaders (and one is of some fans, mostly female.)

But these aren't just some skeevy cheerleader photos you downloaded off the web, printed up, tacked onto the wall by your bed, and then had to take down when Sweetie didn't believe that they were art. No, these are classy, blue-matted skeevy photos:




Let's see Sweetie claim that's not art. Especially when she never sees it, because I'll hang it on my office wall.

Baylor: Baylor is named for Judge R.E.B. Baylor, who won out over such competitors as "San Jacinto," and "Ben Milam." So who was Judge R.E.B. Baylor? And what did he do to deserve three initials?

Judge Robert Emmett Bledsoe Baylor was a preacher, representative, lawyer, and school founder -- it's my opinion that back in the 18th and 19th centuries, it was easier to be everything; when not dueling and dying of typhus, everyone back then had at least three occupations, which is especially amazing when you consider that nobody lived past age 30.

Proving how different things were back then, Baylor would judge during the day and preach at night; nowadays, judicial candidates have to file federal lawsuits to win the right to say what they think about the law.

Baylor also helped write the Texas State Constitution, being, I believe, responsible for the part about how Thou Shalt Not Mess With Texas.

Sam Houston State: Speaking of Texans not to be messed with, Sam Houston (which plays Baylor in the first round) was nicknamed "The Raven" and was governor of not one, but two separate states. As a man in the 19th century, you just know he had, like, fifty occupations, and you're about right: soldier, attorney, attorney general, congressman, part-time Cherokee Indian...

...wait, what? That's right: Sam Houston, after divorcing his first wife almost immediately upon marrying her later took up with a Cherokee woman, "Tiana Rogers," and obtained Cherokee citizenship (the Cherokee still believing they had a nation, at that time, it seems.) He later married a third time, with not much said about what happened to wife number 2.

Having essentially created Texas-- he led the army that won its independence from Mexico and then was governor for two terms before being one of Texas' senators upon statehood -- yes, Texas, home of the cowboy, was created by an Indian -- Houston should have been proud of his country-come-state, right?

Wrong: He said about Texas: All new states are invested, more or less, by a class of noisy, second-rate men who are always in favor of rash and extreme measures, But Texas was absolutely overrun by such men."

Ahem.




Richmond: How smart is the student body of a school if the school's website has to teach you how to order your coffee? I'll leave that up to you to decide, which you can do as you ponder why the University of Richmond's website needs an entire page titled "Help Me Coffee Girl," designed to help ease students into the intricacies of ordering a cup of joe.

The page even features sample orders. With footnotes:

Example;

" I'd like to have an iced (1), decaf (a), triple (b), Medium (c) (2), sugar-free vanilla (4), skim(a), light ice (b)(4), Latte (5)."

"May I please have a large(1) quad (2) Raspberry (3) latte (4), with extra whipped cream(5)."

By the way, that semicolon after Example is in the original. So, U of Richmond students, you need help ordering coffee and using punctuation.

St. Mary's (CA): St. Mary's is designated as "CA" because there are one zillion "St. Mary's" schools in the US, and (as noted before with the Xavier problem) the NCAA can't just have them all showing up.

St. Mary's mascot is the Gael, and you'd think that such an unusual name would be theirs, and theirs alone, but you'd think wrong: "Gael" is a fairly popular moniker as team names go. (The Iona Gaels were in the Tournament in 2000, for example.)

A "Gael" is anyone of Irish-Catholic ancestry, according to that Iona school. Or it may be an Irish warrior, according to a newspaper that did a story on Iona in 2000. Or it's a Scottish Highlander, according to online dictionaries.

I suppose Fighting Irish was taken, Fighting Scotch sounds kind of dumb, and the highlanders wasn't used because there can be only one highlander!

Did you know Queen did music for Highlander? They did:



Speaking of Queen, and thereby making me think of "Flash Gordon" makes me wonder: How long until they remake Flash Gordon? I'm guessing two years, tops: Jude Law will star as Flash Gordon, and Colin Farrell will make a comeback as "That Guy Who Kind Of Looked Like Robin Hood." I expect Megan Fox will be Dale Arden.



Villanova: To help support its athletics department, Villanova runs an "auction" page, on which you can bid on almost anything you can imagine, ranging from a British 5-pound note signed by Jack Nicklaus (currently going for $400), to a trip with the basketball team to play Louisville (which went for $4,400!) to a trip to Cancun for two -- the current bid on that being only $1,000.

That's right: Villanova fans would rather -- four times rather -- go to Louisville to see a basketball game than to Cancun. I don't know whether to be impressed, or to go bid on that Cancun trip before I post this entry.

Villanova grads. Did you know that you could always tape this:
And watch it when you got home from this:



Robert Morris: Why don't the schools named after a person ever name their teams after the person? Wouldn't it be great to have the Robert Morris Robert Morrises playing in the Tournament?

Well, I think it would be, and it's my blog, so you take that back.

Instead, Robert Morris' teams are the Eagles, named, I assume, because the school wasn't intended at all for night students without money. And, the school chose "Eagles" because, as Robert Morris once said, "An eagle would kick an owl's ass and throw it down a flight of stairs for bus money."

Robert Morris University says it has 30,000 living alums. Not "over 30,000" or "nearly 30,000" or "about 30,000" but exactly 30,000. Living. It makes me wonder how they keep such close track of the exact number of living alumni (chip implanted in your skull) and why they keep such close track of them.

So, doing a little research, and some snooping around, and after a few phone calls, I learned that there is indeed a very good reason for Robert Morris to keep such close tabs on their alumni. A very good reason indeed. It turns out (and I'm not supposed to reveal this, so keep it a secret) that at Robert Morris, behind the facade of their Institute of Culinary Arts, the university is engaged in something so...

... Hey! Who are you guys, and how'd you get into my house? What? No, I never... I've never attended... let go of me. Put that down. I wasn't going to type anything...

ruraagr;akreharelkajsdrd.
...................









Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Best Movie Monster, Reader Nomination!


Way back when, I posted The Best Movie Monster -- nominating Gamera, for reasons set out in that post (don't bother looking for the post on here; it's been collected up in my book Do Pizza Samples Really Exist?, which you can get here).

That nomination was quickly challenged by another, and then, most recently, by another one: Anonymous recently said this:

Godzilla, hail to the King baby.

I don't know if that's the same Anonymous as originally nominated Godzilla, too. What I do know is that the punctuation on that phrase is curiously devoid of emotion. I'd have used an exclamation point on the end of it. But I guess that's just how I roll -- with my emotions on my sleeve... I and all the other people who love Gamera, the true Best Movie Monster!

Do you like stuff? Do you think it's The Best? You can nominate your own Best by commenting here, or emailing me at thetroublewithroy[at]yahoo.com.

If you choose the email route, make sure you put "Best of Everything" or something like it in the comment line, or I might think it's spam and sic a fire-breathing giant spinning turtle on you.


And remember, comments get you entered in the bimonthly drawing to win a free book.

Friday, March 05, 2010

WHODATHUNKIT?!: The 3 Best Things You Want To Know About the 82ND Annual Academy Awards.

It's time to once again fulfill the terms of my probation and do some public good, in the form of Whodathunkit?!, the only blog post anywhere in any universe written by anyone which focuses not on the same-old-same-old stories that everyone else tells you about a major event, but on the things you really want to know about a major event. Let other blogs talk about fashion, and make fun of James Cameron's hair, and speculate on how many times Jack Nicholson will be shown on camera despite the fact that he hasn't made a movie in 32 years, and despite the fact that he's essentially played the exact same role in everything since he did The Shining.

Others can talk of such mundanities. I won't mention those things at all, other than to mention that I'm not going to mention them, which really doesn't count as "mentioning" them, at least not in my book. (My book being "The Great Big Book Of Things That Don't Count.")

Instead, I focus on the stuff you really want to know about the major events in our lives, major events like the 82nd annual Academy Awards, conventionally called "The Oscars," or, called that at least until we get around to shortening that name because today's modern society doesn't have time to stand around saying things like The Oscars, or Headline News: we need to condense those lengthy, time-consuming, productivity-destroying titles into tidy little acronyms like HLN. In fact, just typing the words "The Oscars" has taken up so much time that now I'm annoyed and behind schedule for the rest of this post, so someone in society should get around to shortening that name a little in order to get me, and society, back on track.

I suggest calling them "O's." Not The O's or anything -- that's still to long. Just O's. Unless, of course, Oprah has copyrighted that letter. In world where McDonald's can copyright the word Smiles, anything is possible.

If Oprah has copyrighted the letter O, then scrap my plans to call The Oscars simply "O's" and instead, let's focus on what we're all going to do when Oprah quits messing around and declares herself queen of the world. (I have dibs on move to Mars, which I'll do because I can't stand it when Oprah, each year, announces that she's going to lose weight and then is shown on TV all over the place cooing over a Sweet Potato.)



I might just move to Mars now. Let's see Oprah be queen of a planet that has no breathable air and is littered with our no-longer-functioning probes that really are nothing more than radio-controlled cars we've blasted into space!

This time, Whodathunkit?! begins with a question that may or may not have an answer, as the three things in any Whodathunkit!? are always things I think up off the top of my head -- I have no time to plan these posts or outline them; I've barely got time to type the words The Oscars in this go-go world of ours where for some reason my cell phone has to be connected to the Internet even though I only use my cell phone at times when it would be inconvenient to have a laptop with me, like when I'm driving, or when I'm cooking dinner, so why would I use the Internet?

Although, now that I think of it, I really would like the ability to read Wondermark while I'm sitting at a stoplight. If I could squeeze that in, I might have more time to do things like type out the words The Oscars. I'll have to give this some thought.

In the meantime, here's your 82nd Annual Oscars Whodathunkit?!:

1. Has there ever been a movie which was set at the Academy Awards, and which itself won an academy award? That's the question that popped into my head as I sat down to write this. Because if there's one thing that Hollywood loves more than movies like The Blind Side (which sends the perfect Hollywood message, the perfect Hollywood message being "Black people can do really well as long as there's a well-meaning white woman showing them how") it's movies about Hollywood itself. Virtually any reference to Hollywood will win over the people in Hollywood and have them raving over how great the show or movie is, even if the show or movie is really not very good at all and even if, in fact, nobody watches that show or movie other than people in Hollywood.

(See, e.g., Shrek 2 and Thirty Rock.)

So I wondered: Have there ever been any movies which themselves were set at the Academy Awards? And then I wondered If there were, wouldn't that be a lock to win an Academy Award? And then I wondered If that happened, would that bring on "the singularity," which is the moment when people will stop having a separate existence from their computers and instead will merge with them to become a sort of collective, always-living consciousness, evolving to a higher state of existence?

That "singularity," by the way, is a real thing, in the sense that real people believe that it might really happen. You can even read about it on the website devoted to selling you books about the "Singularity." But you don't need to read about it, because I've told you everything you need to know about the Singularity, which is that if you believe it, then someday we'll all become computerized cyber people existing only as bits and bytes and maybe photons (those are a thing, I think) and other ephemera instead of these clunky bodies we drag around and feed sweet potatoes to nowadays.

And you don't need to read about the Singularity because it can't happen, and here's why: Who's going to take care of the computers? Have you ever seen a computer that can make it through even a day without somehow crashing? So once we build this matrix and upload our consciousness into it, who will be responsible for keeping the hard drives running?

I'm not going to stay behind and do it. That's for sure.

Unfortunately for my burning question, searching for movies in which the plot involved the Academy Awards is very difficult -- you're likely to end up on a site in which The New York Times urges teachers to incorporate the Oscars into classroom lectures, which will then lead you to further despair about the state of our society, which will then cause you to remember that many people today eat organic foods, and that organic foods are, in a nutshell, generally deadly poisonous, so maybe there's hope for the future after all, "hope for the future" meaning "the kind of people who think that the Oscars are appropriate class room material are unlikely to end up running the world or having any lasting significance [fingers crossed]".)

Instead of just relying on what someone else posted on the Internet -- and, remember, according to the Singularity, someday we'll all be posted on the Internet, and presumably linking up will be the hot new sexy trend, with people warning that when you link someone else you link every person they've ever linked -- I had to do some thinking and reading, namely, reading a list of all 81 Best Picture winners and thinking about whether they sounded as though they were set at the Academy Awards.

And the answer is... can you believe that "Amadeus" won Best Picture? The 80s were a strange and wonderful time when craze after craze swept America: upturned collars, Australia, you name it, but no craze was more weird or greater than the brief Mozart Mania we as American went through, a craze perfectly summed up in this knockoff mash-up video:



Based on that, though, I'd say someone should get on the ball and begin writing a movie about the Academy Awards, and, for good measure, work in something about the Singularity. That's pretty hot right now, too.

2. Whatever You Do, Don't Challenge the Supremacy of the Thundercats gelflings Na'Vi. The Academy allows filmmakers to campaign for their films, as you may or may not know. (You know that if you are an Academy member, a filmmaker, or the kind of geek who reads Variety even though you're not involved in show business in any way.)(I'm none of those things. I just know about the campaigning because I know lots of things, things I know as a result of spending all my time googling weird questions that pop into my head instead of, you know, working.)

You can campaign, it seems, by billboard:



I know, that was not a billboard campaigning for Best Picture. But it is a great billboard, isn't it? I imagine the accident rate on that highway went up exponentially when that ad was first displayed.

Or you can campaign by sending DVDs to the voters in the Academy -- because, I'm sure, the members of the Academy otherwise wouldn't get around to watching your movie, right?

Or you could send out four-color brochures, as The Color Purple and Out Of Africa did back in 1986 -- getting criticized and also getting 22 nominations between them.

What you can't do is email anyone, and you especially can't email people a comment that may be deemed to be derogatory of Avatar a/k/a "The Greatest Motion Picture Ever Made And F-You If You Disagree Because It Made a Zillion Dollars In The Time It Took Me To Type This."

Apparently, the Academy has a rule-- apparently, the Academy has rules (!)(?)(;)(?) -- that says that a campaign cannot promote one film by disparaging another. And that rule has resulted in one of the producers of The Hurt Locker being barred from attending the award show because, according to the Academy, the producer's email violated the rule against disparaging other films.

Or, so they say. Because you can look up the rules -- they're available online, as everything and everyone will one day be -- and the rules don't seem to say anything about how you can promote your film or whether you can disparage another film.

So whence came this rule, that an ad for one film shall not disparage another? Doesn't every ad promoting a film as the best disparage another film as not the best? There can only be one best, as this blog repeatedly reminds people, and if your film is the best, then other films are by definition not the best, and are inferior to your film.

So is there a rule? Or did the Hurt Locker producer get Na'vied -- a verb I just made up to cover a situation in which a person uses an unfair advantage they have to kick someone else out of their spot?

And also, why bother emailing when you can have billboards, like this?



3. You can't sell an Oscar. One thing I did find out from reading those rules is that nobody can sell an Oscar. The rules provide that:

Every award shall be conditioned upon the execution and delivery to the Academy by the recipient thereof of a receipt and agreement reading as follows:


Gentlemen: [NOTE: That's SEXIST! But it's also the way the official agreement is worded.]

I hereby acknowledge receipt of Academy Regulations for use of the Academy Award® [NOTE: YES, THAT "R" IS IN THE ORIGINAL AGREEMENT.] statuette and the phrase “Academy Award(s)” in advertising. In consideration of the signing of a similar agreement by other Academy Award nominees, I agree to comply with said regulations.


I understand that on (date) I may receive from you a replica of your copyrighted statuette,
commonly known as the “Oscar®,” as an award for (category) – (film title). I acknowledge that my receipt of said replica does not entitle me to any right whatever in your copyright, trade-mark and service-mark of said statuette and that only the physical replica itself shall belong to me.

In
consideration of your delivering said replica to me, I agree to comply with your rules and regulations respecting its use and not to sell or otherwise dispose of it or any other “Oscar” replica I have been awarded or have received, nor permit it or any other “Oscar” replica I have been awarded or have received to be sold or disposed of by operation of law, without first offering to sell it to you for the sum of $1.00. You shall have thirty days after any such offer is made to you within which to accept it. This agreement shall be binding not only on me, but also on my heirs, legatees, executors, administrators, estate, successors and assigns. My legatees and heirs shall have the right to acquire any “Oscar” statuette replica I have received, if it becomes part of my estate, subject to this agreement.

I agree that if I have heretofore received any Academy trophy I shall be bound by this receipt and agreement with the same force and effect as though I had executed and delivered the same in consideration of receiving such trophy.

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(Signature of Recipient)


So, to be more accurate -- you can only sell an Oscar® if you first give the Academy a chance to buy back the statue for a buck and they don't take you up on that. But you can leave it to your kids -- who then can't sell it, either.

But if you can't sell an Oscar without first offering it to the Academy, then how can you explain this piece in The New York Times from a few years ago? The answer is that before 1950, the Academy didn't bother to have people agree to this at all; since 1950, the Academy first began asking, then requiring, that recipients agree not to sell the statuette.

The Academy is reported, in that piece, to aggressively try to stop people from selling Oscars even when they have the legal right to do so -- and some of the actors and directors help by buying up the Oscars and returning them to the Academy. (Steven Spielberg apparently has kicked in $1.5 million -- or 0.0000000001% of his income -- to help with this.)

Why would you want to sell an Oscar? Maybe to make some money off the memorabilia if it's left to you by the stars -- as one assistant did. Or maybe to just take a cruise: Harold Russell, the only Oscar winner ever to sell his own statue, reportedly did so in order to finance a cruise his second wife wanted to take. He netted $50,000 for his award back in 1992.


Read Last Year's Oscar Whodathunkit?! here.

Read all The Bests... related to movies here.

Here's an alphabetical listing of every single thing I've ever discussed on this blog. Neato!

Monday, March 01, 2010

Guest Post: The Ten Best Jobs For Men in Romance Novels.

Saying "Erin O'Riordan writes erotic romance" is like saying "the sun emits some energy." Rare indeed is the author who has both a fantastic output and fantastic skill -- and Erin O'Riordan, erotic romance writer extraordinaire is that. Because Sweetie loves her romance novels, and because I like blogging, I combined the two and asked Erin to write a guest post. Here's what she gave me (I did the pictures... don't blame her.)

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Apparently, the subject of attractive men comes up quite frequently on this blog. [Note: That's Sweetie's Input. I'm responsible for aliens and leftover pizza.] Naturally, it comes up in my line of work, writing erotic romance novels, too. With that in mind, I bring you

The Ten Best Jobs For Men in Romance Novels.


Here they are, in no particular order:



10. Cowboy. I think Emilio Estevez in Young Guns ruined me for life. For me (a woman), very little could be more sensual than the thought of a roll in the tumbleweeds with a dusty cowhand. But it’s not just that: for my sensibilities, anyway, there’s a certain drama, a romance even, to imagining the cowboys together. Brokeback Mountain was just the beginning. The eleven tales in How the West Was Done (edited by Adam Carpenter, Ravenous Romance, 2009) portray a range of cowboy fantasies, from rough-and-tumble stories from the dusty trails of the 19th century to contemporary romance at the rodeo. What they all have in common is hot, steamy sex between two buff, beautiful men, at least one of whom is always of the bronc-riding variety.


9. Stay-at-home dad. A young dad who’s lost his baby-mama through no fault of his own is sexy precisely because he’s responsible, gentle, and loving. If a romantic heroine is lucky, that DILF is ready to love again, and has room in his heart for a new baby-mama. As a bonus, she gets to experience the joys of parenthood without the morning sickness and hospital bills.


8. Fire fighter. What’s not to love? He’s smoking hot, brave, strong, and he can throw you over his shoulder and carry you.







7. Nurse/Doctor. We romantic types love a man in uniform, and it’s sexy when the uniform happens to be scrubs or a white lab coat. Witness only the wavy-haired, Victorian hero of “Hysteria” by Rushmore Judd.


6. Soldier. Case in point #1: On Leave by Lois Bonde. As we meet Lea Martin, she's in the most heart-grabbing situation: saying goodbye to her older brother Ward as he goes off to war in the Middle East. She expects she'll miss Ward and worry about him every day. She doesn't expect the goodbye kiss she gets from Ward's best friend and fellow soldier, Mike Holt. Lea had never thought of Mike in that light before. His kiss is so unbelievably sensual, Lea makes Mike promise to come back to her. Ten months of pent-up fantasies later, Mike comes home on leave, and paying Lea a visit is high on his to-do list. Will he be the man she's been imagining while he's been gone? Could things between them ever be as good as that first kiss? In On Leave (Erotique Press, 2006, $3), Lois Bonde answers these questions with a moving (and totally hot) portrait of a friendship becoming much more.

Case in point #2: Marcus in “Homecoming.”


5. Vampire. Okay, vampire isn’t a job, per se. The Count Dracula type is usually mysteriously, independently wealthy, probably from all the hundreds of years he’s had to accumulate wealth…and take it from the people he’d eaten for breakfast. Edward Cullen doesn’t need a part-time job after school to afford to buy Bella Swan a new ride. Sometimes vamps have jobs: Charlaine Harris’s Eric Northman runs the Fangtasia night club, for example. But even if he isn‘t fabulously wealthy and/or his job isn‘t super-glamorous, vamps still make my blood run hot. Oliver of Love Bites, for example, may only be the head chef at a small seaside inn, but Oliver, sexy in a 1950s, James Dean kind of way, has all the right moves.

4. Contractor. Whether he’s a carpenter, a home remodeler, or the guy you hired to clean the pool, there’s something astoundingly sexy about the working-class hunks who work with their hands. As Jess says in “Bringing Eddie’s Lunch:”

“When Eddie is working, he’s a walking sexual fantasy. He wears tight carpenter jeans, with a hammer hanging from the hammer loop. He wears white T-shirts that are always, no matter what time of year, soaked with sweat. I love it when he’s swamped with work, when he’s too busy to get his hair cut. When he slicks his too-long hair back out of his eyes, he looks maddeningly sexy.” --The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions

3. Police officer. Fire fighters get all the glory, and cops get all the blame, right? Well, that psychology is part of what makes them such intense romantic heroes. Like their brethren in the big red trucks, the guys in blue run toward danger when everyone else is running away. They put their lives on the line to be real-life heroes. Case in point: Butch in J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Though not traditionally handsome, the gray-eyed police officer is some complex, so charming, he wins the heart of the most beautiful, utterly devoted woman in his world.

2. Kindergarten teacher. What’s not to love about a guy who gets along great with the little tykes? It speaks to his potentially for excellent parenting skills, which of course go body part-in-body part with excellent baby-making skills. (See #9.) Observe kindergarten teacher Thom Reno in “Bomb Pop:”

“I thought of moving my pile of papers closer to where Thom sat, but that would have been inviting trouble. He must have noticed my red cheeks. To make matters worse, he looked especially good that day. He hadn’t shaved, and his black beard was at that perfect stage before it starts to get too messy. He wore the black corduroys, the ones that really flattered his butt when he stuck a hard pack of cigarettes in the back pocket. His rumpled, gray-striped sweater clung to his shoulders the way I, in off moments, wished I could.”

1. Bartender. I may be a little biased on this one, having been a bartender myself at one point (heck, I’ve been a contractor, too, for that matter…but I digress), but even if you’re not a big fan of Tom Cruise in Cocktail (which I’m not), there’s something mysterious and sexy about the guys who sling those colorful bottles of liquor behind swank bars. In her “God of Wine,” Dianne Fox modeled sexy-as-hell bartender Dean after the Greek wine god Dionysus. I had no such lofty references when I wrote Jace in “Iced” (The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica Vol. 9), but the erotic effect is the same.



According to her author bio:

Erin O'Riordan was raised by an illiterate French hitman after corrupt DEA agents murdered her family. Either that, or she watches too many Luc Besson films. She studied psychology and women's studies at a prominent Catholic women's college. Her erotic stories, essays, and film reviews have been published in numerous magazines and websites including The Erotic Woman, Oysters & Chocolate, and Clean Sheets. Though she has written about everything from professional basketball to her favorite literary sex scenes, the intersection of spirituality and sexuality remains one of her favorite themes. *Beltane,* her first novel, will be the first in the twelve-part "Pagan Spirits" series. Visit her at aeess.com.

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