This World Clock site I ran into is pretty cool. It's a running tally on the world population (factoring in births and deaths), barrels of oil pumped, and more.
And the Global Incident site keeps track of the crazy crap going on in the world, like terrorist attacks, wars, and various ugly "incidents".
Wanna know how many people in the U.S. share your first and last name? CLICK HERE. There's 89 folks out there with mine.
Swat that pesky fly (and kill some time waiting for the whistle to blow). CLICK HERE.
Waste some time at work waiting for the whistle to blow with some great reads. I like this one, about how Rock Stars have died, from Blender .
Hey, they're not exactly U.S. News & World Report, but don't think for a second that Blender doesn't tackle hard-hitting news. This one should've won a Pulitzer...
10 Songs You May Have Been Conceived To . (If you're between the ages of 25-35).
They do love their lists at Blender. Like, "The Craziest Pop Stars Ever" (Miley Cyrus has skyrocketed up that list the last few weeks). Or, "Rock Stars Who've Caught Fire On Stage"...a surprisingly long list. And there's many, many, more. Go ahead...the boss isn't looking. Click here...you know you want to.
My story is typical. I was born a poor, Black child. I survived the mean streets of the Buffalo suburbs and four straight losses in the Super Bowl, grew into a mature adult and pillar of the community, and made my parents proud. OK, well, part of that is true. I was indeed raised in the Buffalo 'burbs...North Tonawanda, to be exact. The rest? Well, can't a guy dream?
Here's some highlights. I was a big baby. Like, 20 lbs. Maybe a few less. Mom always reminds me of the pain. The guilt ensures she gets great birthday presents. I have a brother two years older, and he used to make my life a living Hell, like any good brother should. That stopped when I turned 12, and was bigger than him. I spent most of my formative years annoying my elders. That includes parents, teachers, and the police. If I wasn't in after-school detention, I was being questioned for the latest neighborhood "incident". Looking back, it a was all pretty harmless. Well, maybe not the thing we did to our Spanish Teacher. But that's a story for another time. Sports helped keep me out of any serious trouble. Get suspended...and you were kicked off the team. So that only happened once. Maybe twice. With hopes and dreams, and a suitcase filled with Molson Canadian Lager, I headed off to college. Less than a year later, and a plea agreement with a reduced sentence (like I said...never convicted), my college experience wasn't exactly going as planned. But, with threats of bodily harm from Mom solidly in my back pocket, I managed to graduate from Gannon University in Erie, PA, and looked forward to a lucrative career in broadcasting. Soooooooo...I've bounced around from station to station in such vacation hot spots as Clearfield, PA, Joplin, MO, Evansville, IN, and Fayetteville, NC. In February of 1999, I took the job that I have now (more or less).
I never did find that pot of gold, but I've had a lot of fun along the way. And moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met my beautiful wife, Stacy, while watching a Bills game at what used to be Damon's on Tunnel Road, and we were married in September of 2001. I lost my wedding ring in a bizarre chicken wing incident (true story), so I really have no proof. But I think she'll vouch for me. We don't have any children, but we do have cats...lots and lots of cats. I'd love to tell you exactly how many, but I lost track. Seriously, I started counting them the other night, but had to stop after I'd used all my fingers and toes. I was plum out of digits.
So that's my story. Of course, some of the sordid details have been left out due to pending legal action. But, Judge...I swear I had no idea that pig was your pet!
It's probably a good thing there's no photographic evidence of me at my favorite college bar (The Shaggy Dog in Erie, PA). First of all, looking back, it was a dump. Secondly, it was really a dump. And lastly, if those pictures did exist, they would get me fired, divorced, or worse. But that's what college bars are all about. Being young, dumb, and full of...rum. Or, more likely, cheap beer. The Shaggy Dog had 25 cent drafts on Tuesdays! Mid-term exam on Wednesday morning? I'll cheat off the poindexter next to me.
Whenever I get together with my college buddy, Charlie, and the stories start flowing, The Shaggy Dog is guaranteed at least one mention.
(*editor's note...The Shaggy Dog is now "The Dog", and it's still a dump. See for yourself. Ahh, the memories.)
The Daily Meal (as posted on FoxNews.com) has posted what they consider to be the Top 10 College Bars in the land. And while none of my Gannon University haunts made the list, Boone, N.C., and Columbia, S.C., can be "proud" that they can each claim one of the best.
How were they judged? To keep subjectivity to a minimum, a point system was put into place, addressing all the factors that make a great college bar. Recommended bars were then given a point for the following attributes:
Points were deducted if the bar was only open on the weekends and if there is a notoriously long line to get inside.
Checking in at #6, The TApp Room - Appalachian St., Boone, N.C.
According to the The Daily Meal;
College students find the ultimate selection of craft beer at the TApp Room in the mountains of Boone, North Carolina. Beers on draft include Green Man Porter, RJ Rocker’s Son of a Peach, and Dark Horse Scotty Karate. The TApp Room may not seem like much, but you’ll be hard-pressed to find better drink deals. $2 bottles of beer are available to customers throughout the week; and the only thing that the TApp Room is missing is a dance floor.
Also making the Top 10...at #8, Pavlov's - University of South Carolina, Columbia, S.C.
The Daily Meal said this;
Deep in South Carolina country, in Cocky the mascot’s territory, is the busy college bar known as Pavlov’s. Students of the University of South Carolina, a large portion of them Greek, take advantage of the warm, Southern weather on the patio at Pavlov’s. The cheap drinks, like 50-cent shots on Mondays, draw in quite a crowd, but the lines move quickly, allowing everyone to drink, and dance, the night away.