T-Shirt Collection: The Sandlot

Basically, if you don't know the reference you've never seen the terrific 90s film The Sandlot.

And, if that's the case, go, right now, and get a copy of it and peruse. After all, it's summertime, the perfect time for a baseball movie.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

P.S. Porter looks a bit frantic and bug-eyed in the image. Chalk that up to my fuzzy self-portrait cell phone camera photographic skills. You're welcome.

I'm Gonna Put It In The Want Ads

I need to start a new feature on the blog.

This is from the Community Exchange page in my neck of the woods, a continual source of amazement and hilarity and head scratching.

Real posts, real people. 

Please enjoy ...

.......... Ruprecht ( Hey ... why not STOP by after church? ) 

Some Kind Of Oblivious Über-Genius

Think about it a minute:

You have a throw pillow that has two different designs, one on each side. The design is nothing more than stitching across the face of one side; the opposite side of the pillow is plain, no stitching whatsoever.

One pillow, two different sides. Got it? Good.

Now, add to the picture the fact there are three pillows all together. All are identical with two different sides as noted.

These throw pillows get put atop a bed when made. Doing a little math, if you were to make the bed and randomly toss the pillows on top of it, what are the odds you would have all three pillows aligned on the side without stitching? You'd have a one in six shot, roughly a 17% chance on any given day.

Now ... let's say you made the bed, oh, 3 times a week over the course of 6 months. You will have made the bed 78 times in that period. Know what your chances are of that stitchless side coming up every single time in those 78 times? Once in the course of four hundred sixty-eight random attempts. Translation: You have about a .0021% chance of this little trifecta coming up in each and every one of those 78 days.

But that's EXACTLY what happened to me! I randomly aligned those pillows with the stitched side away from view each time I made the bed over the course of 78 different scenarios!

That's fantastic!

Wow! A .0021% chance and I nailed it in every single instance for 6 straight months! I must be some sort of mathematical über-genius or something, right ... ??!!?

Or ...

... it could simply be I realized just the other day, for the very first time, there are two sides to the pillows ...

.......... Ruprecht ( never STOPs amazing himself )

T-Shirt Collection: Pink

Yeah, you've seen this one before. 

But I'm including it here again as part of the official T-shirt collection.

You might notice it's worn and sweaty looking. That's because one of the favorite places I like wearing it is out in public and especially so when I'm working construction and around people. It's a conversation starter. 

Besides, regardless of the fact you've seen it previously, she beat the bastard.

And that's worth repeating ...

.......... Ruprecht ( won't STOP wearing this one )

Giving 100%

I don't know what to do, exactly.

I mean, there's nothing really I can do except wait patiently until the morning dawns and check in to see if my friend Matt is all right.

Here ... this is what I'm talking about. See for yourself:

See what I mean? Such energy expenditure - and the reason for its disbursement ("I thought my grilled cheese was burning, so, you know, it was an emergency. My hamstrings will be barking tomorrow, no doubt, but I'd do it again if I had to. #priorities") - certainly calls for a check up on the man. Right?

Look at that output at the bottom of the graphic: 16.8 minutes per mile. Now, that might not seem like much to the Average Joe but in comparison to his last few updates (each totaling a combined distance of 0.00 miles) well ... you can see why I'm concerned.

So ... what to do? Hurry up and wait. That's all I can do. That and hope and pray he's all right come the morn.

.......... Ruprecht ( can't STOP worrying the consequences of Matt's actions )

Update: 7/24/15, 6:58 a.m.: I've seen Matt post on social media this morning. He appears to be fine. Though, if his hamstrings are barking, he didn't make mention of it.

T-Shirt Collection: The Man Of Steel

Granted: Kal-El's "hope" emblem on my shirt has seen better days ...

But it's still worn with pride.

It's Superman, after all.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

UPDATE!

UPDATE ... !!!

(access link)

 

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP with the updates already ... )

T-shirt Collection: Bob Marley

Musical guy that I am (claim to be), don't you think I would sport a Robert Nesta "Bob" Marley shirt in my collection?  Why but of course.

Get Up, Stand Up.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Truth Speakin'

Boom ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP running and ruining your joints )
Acknowledgments to Mr. Matt Mitchell

But wait! There's a 7/21/15 update!

 

T-shirt Collection: Ralph Lauren / Polo Jeans

I'm particular about the things I wear, just like anyone else.

(Which begs the question from many people: "Seriously, Michael? Because we've seen what you wear sometimes. 'Particular' is the furthest thing describing your choice in wearing apparel. Take that gaudy, soft porn Cramps shirt you parade around in. You're not fooling anyone, Bub ...")

Well sir, the person (people) who might say that about me might have a point. But it daunts me not. So I'll revise the above statement with: Sometimes I'm particular, other times I'm not.

Which leads me to today's posting: A clear-cut boast of both Ralph Lauren (who I could give a rat's ass about) and Polo Jeans (of which I do not own a pair and am pretty certain you won't ever see me doing so).

So ... why do I wear this blatant promotional chunk of garb? 

Because it's comfortable. Rarely is it worn outside the house - it's mostly donned as an indoor shirt for lying around lazily or as a first-thing-in-the-morning-while-imbibing-morning-coffee kind of shirt. 

And there you go ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Indeed ... Cancer Picked The Wrong Diva

People of Earth:

This chick? She's officially cancer free today.

"Lumpectomy. 18 weeks of chemo. 36 rounds of radiation. Sleepless nights. Hair loss. Weight gain. LOTS of prayers and support."

NO MORE CANCER ... !!!

Congratulations, Riss. We didn't have any doubt ...

.......... Ruprecht ( Cancer? It can be STOPped ... ) 

T-Shirt Collection: The Cramps

One of my favorite concert shirts boasts an image of The Cramps' Poison Ivy Rorschach in her "Bikini Girls With Machine Guns" guise.

It's old, faded and the back of the shirt emblazoned with "The Cramps" is faded and continues to fade with each wearing.

You can just make out the fading of "Cramps" on the back.
(Hey ... I never promised you were going to get good pictures ...

Long ago, I was at a Cramps show in support of their Flame Job tour. At that show I picked up a tour long-sleeved shirt I don't think I ever once wore ... as it got confiscated by a friend of mine, who I still believe has it to this day. It's been a joke for years, my asking him wear my Cramps shirt is with the response "I don't have it."

But that's okay ... I like this short-sleeve classic much better ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

P.S. I wrote about The Cramps some six years ago when leadman Lux passed away. Give it a looksy.

The Answer

The responses? Have been overwhelming. Of course not a one of them was placed on the post itself but a bevy of'em turned up on on social media, private messages and the like. (Proving conclusively anyone who reads this blog is nuts.) Ergo it will look like I'm answering my own question - something I don't have (and, for ages, haven't ever had) a problem doing.

So ... what's the answer to the above? Simple.

"Nothing. "

"What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"

To me the obvious question to the question is: Why would you "attempt" anything? With the indicated parameter, any attempt would be met with success. There's no room for failure in what is asked, not a hint of it.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP answering your own questions. "Never!" ) 

 

What's The Answer?

Hokay, people: Listen up.

I want an answer to the question posed on the above metal plaque. And there is an answer.

Not only that, it's a pretty simple one. 

What? You don't think it's all that simple? Here's what you do then: Read it and go through the motions. You should have the result in no time.

Leave your answer in the comment section and I'll do same - what I believe the solution to be at any rate which will be the right one (along with justification) - in 24 hours.

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Generational

I'm not as old as an Etch A Sketch ... but, sometimes, I act like it ...

Happy 55th Birthday this year*, fondly remembered toy from my youth.

.......... Ruprecht ( won't ever STOP animating himself )

*Thanks for the heads up, DI Serra

T-Shirt Collection (another in an undetermined number)

You pick up some pretty spiffy stuff at garage sales, you know ...

... and this one was a neat find that brought back memories of the first car I ever remember my folks owning: A 1960s Chevy Impala, complete with rear bullet lights not unlike this one ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )
 

T-Shirt Collection (first in a series*)

As a diehard Los Angeles Dodger fan (which is sometimes a a difficult and burdensome proposition in the neck of the woods I'm in, let me tell you) it's hard to let things go when it comes to The Boys In Blue.

Take this shirt for example:

Working in the garage one afternoon, a can of paint "decided" to go from a table top to the ground, arcing swashes of paint in places it never should have gone in the first place. Including my shirt.

The result? Instant work shirt.

No need to toss the thing - it's still in good condition wearability-wise.

It's just got more character now ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

*An occasional series showcasing the T-shirts I own