They held up ears of corn. They went to peoples house and had coffee and some other people from another house talked about the candidates. Than there was a Talent show, followed by each candidate doing a turn on the catwalk. Here is what you were waiting for. The results!
Obama 75 points
Edwards 43 points
Clinton 25 points
Rudy 45 points
McCaine 53 points.
Huckabee 72 points.
The Guy WHo Played Benson 20 points
Friday, January 04, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
"01/01/08"
Today is a new day, a new year. Forget how ugly things could get in an election year, gas prices, war, etc....today or at least for the next 3mins 18secs.
Enjoy watching Kermit singing in a swamp. Singing all full of hope.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
"I will be with Dreeeeeew Again"
I recall listening to this song about 10 times on the way to Drews in New Brunsick one year. Also, that whatever year it was, after I had missed the ball drop the year before. I was paranoid somehow I would miss it again. My friends got joy out of me fear and wanted to thwart me seeing it again that year too by picking me up and putting me on Drew's porch so I could not watch the ball drop.
This is a live performance of U2's New Years Day. Friggin' awesome U2 rocks. This is from some random concert in the windy city. Can't be New Years for me unless I hear this song and watch "The Hudsucker Proxy".
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
"The Gift"
This has become a yearly thing for Tucker's World. To be honest I don't even recall how many years I have posted this. But people expect it now, and its kind of nice to have a yearly Christmas post. Just to answer the questions before they are asked, although its not a true story, its based on some events that happened when I was kid. Enjoy it, and happy holidays to everyone. Hope Santa hooked you up!
Some time around the first week of the year. I took a second look at one of our traditional Christmas decorations; it was a complete and total eyesore. It was a gift some old lady gave my mother 10 years ago for Christmas and I guess she felt obligated to put it on the tree each year. It was a gaudy looking knitted cat. It was one the most hideous things I have ever laid my eyes on.They say its thought that counts well it’s the thought that angers me when I see it every year.
That same Christmas like every year an epidemic spread through the grade school. This year it was in the form of Sega, the newest video game system. Over greasy square pizza, pale yellow peas, and flavorless mashed potatoes shaped like an ice cream scoop, I would hear all the kids discuss the latest video games. I would try my best to stay absent from the conversation. I wouldn’t know what to say when they would ask me if I had gotten past the castle board yet.
One day went I went home I sat my father down and tried to tell him how I would benefit from having a Sega game system of my very own. I told him it would give me better hand eye coordination and against the popular notion it made kids zombies, I told him it acutally made them think and make quick decisions. He went on and on about how when he was a kid he would just use his imagination to have fun, and how kids today are spoiled
. I think that conversation is had all over America in every family at one point and time. I used to think that my parents and all the other parents would go to secret meetings at night or when all their kids were in school and discuss stuff like this. I pictured a man with a gavel leading the meeting and hammering home the idea of telling children why they are spoiled and to shove vegetables down their throats. One time I actually searched my mother’s purse for a pamphlet when they got home late the night before. That Christmas I was hoping for a miracle.
I rushed down the steps that morning and studied each mystery. I did the shake test, the weight test and the hold them up to the sunlight test. As I tore, open each one my chances of getting the coveted Sega was getting slimmer and slimmer. All kinds of flashes were going off from my mother’s camera capturing images of me, and my reactions to each present.Later that day my family and I went to my aunt and uncle’s for dinner. I was in a miserable mood the whole time.
The only bright spot was that my cousin Robby who was about my age was there. And guess what he got for Christmas? Of course the very same Sega system. He told me he got it weeks before Christmas even came. Robby and I were always highly competitive. So while the sweet smell of the pending ham dinner dissipated through the air we settled down in front of the television. With all those weeks of practice, he had on me he humiliated me. I think he set a record for goals scored in a hockey game, shot my plane down about a dozen times, and beat me all over the wrestling ring.
I went home feeling worse than I did when I realized I wasn’t getting the Sega. On the ride home my father tried to reach out to me. But I just pushed him away. The image of my wrestler I was controlling laying on the floor after about 30 seconds was burning in my mind. I sat in fit of rage in the back seat as my parents were in the front. My father turned the radio down. He told me that maybe one day I would get one. But I didn’t hear it. I wanted to tell him how Robby’s parents weren’t any richer than we, that I was the only kid that didn’t have a Sega. But all that came out at the top of my tiny lungs was I HATE YOU! And instead of saying anything after that. I just repeated I HATE YOU!
Because he was driving of course he had his back to me. But we passed a street light that light up the rear view window and I glimpse of his face. Suddenly I didn’t want to yell anymore. I did not apologize either, in fact no one said anything. The car just hummed along the rest of the ride.About two months later I got a Sega for my birthday. It funny the minute I unwrapped the gift and realized what it was, I almost had to fake excitement. Sure I spend many a night in the glow of my television going to far off lands and winning championships, but I could never take those words back. At least in a video game you are blessed with more than one life. At the time I meant the words that came out of my mouth. I hated my father as much as I hate that stupid knit cat now.
One time after coming home from a fishing trip with my father after many years of those words keeping me up at night, it figured it was time to apologize. However my mouth froze, I never did. I like to think that my father knew what I was thinking. Like I said they say it’s the thought that counts.I put the rest of the ornaments in a box, and I carried them basement. I placed them in a closet we hardly used. It was full of dust and mildew. I rested the box right on top of the Sega.
Some time around the first week of the year. I took a second look at one of our traditional Christmas decorations; it was a complete and total eyesore. It was a gift some old lady gave my mother 10 years ago for Christmas and I guess she felt obligated to put it on the tree each year. It was a gaudy looking knitted cat. It was one the most hideous things I have ever laid my eyes on.They say its thought that counts well it’s the thought that angers me when I see it every year.
That same Christmas like every year an epidemic spread through the grade school. This year it was in the form of Sega, the newest video game system. Over greasy square pizza, pale yellow peas, and flavorless mashed potatoes shaped like an ice cream scoop, I would hear all the kids discuss the latest video games. I would try my best to stay absent from the conversation. I wouldn’t know what to say when they would ask me if I had gotten past the castle board yet.
One day went I went home I sat my father down and tried to tell him how I would benefit from having a Sega game system of my very own. I told him it would give me better hand eye coordination and against the popular notion it made kids zombies, I told him it acutally made them think and make quick decisions. He went on and on about how when he was a kid he would just use his imagination to have fun, and how kids today are spoiled
. I think that conversation is had all over America in every family at one point and time. I used to think that my parents and all the other parents would go to secret meetings at night or when all their kids were in school and discuss stuff like this. I pictured a man with a gavel leading the meeting and hammering home the idea of telling children why they are spoiled and to shove vegetables down their throats. One time I actually searched my mother’s purse for a pamphlet when they got home late the night before. That Christmas I was hoping for a miracle.
I rushed down the steps that morning and studied each mystery. I did the shake test, the weight test and the hold them up to the sunlight test. As I tore, open each one my chances of getting the coveted Sega was getting slimmer and slimmer. All kinds of flashes were going off from my mother’s camera capturing images of me, and my reactions to each present.Later that day my family and I went to my aunt and uncle’s for dinner. I was in a miserable mood the whole time.
The only bright spot was that my cousin Robby who was about my age was there. And guess what he got for Christmas? Of course the very same Sega system. He told me he got it weeks before Christmas even came. Robby and I were always highly competitive. So while the sweet smell of the pending ham dinner dissipated through the air we settled down in front of the television. With all those weeks of practice, he had on me he humiliated me. I think he set a record for goals scored in a hockey game, shot my plane down about a dozen times, and beat me all over the wrestling ring.
I went home feeling worse than I did when I realized I wasn’t getting the Sega. On the ride home my father tried to reach out to me. But I just pushed him away. The image of my wrestler I was controlling laying on the floor after about 30 seconds was burning in my mind. I sat in fit of rage in the back seat as my parents were in the front. My father turned the radio down. He told me that maybe one day I would get one. But I didn’t hear it. I wanted to tell him how Robby’s parents weren’t any richer than we, that I was the only kid that didn’t have a Sega. But all that came out at the top of my tiny lungs was I HATE YOU! And instead of saying anything after that. I just repeated I HATE YOU!
Because he was driving of course he had his back to me. But we passed a street light that light up the rear view window and I glimpse of his face. Suddenly I didn’t want to yell anymore. I did not apologize either, in fact no one said anything. The car just hummed along the rest of the ride.About two months later I got a Sega for my birthday. It funny the minute I unwrapped the gift and realized what it was, I almost had to fake excitement. Sure I spend many a night in the glow of my television going to far off lands and winning championships, but I could never take those words back. At least in a video game you are blessed with more than one life. At the time I meant the words that came out of my mouth. I hated my father as much as I hate that stupid knit cat now.
One time after coming home from a fishing trip with my father after many years of those words keeping me up at night, it figured it was time to apologize. However my mouth froze, I never did. I like to think that my father knew what I was thinking. Like I said they say it’s the thought that counts.I put the rest of the ornaments in a box, and I carried them basement. I placed them in a closet we hardly used. It was full of dust and mildew. I rested the box right on top of the Sega.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
"My Scrubs Christmas"
Well SCrubs may have been cancelled before they final show was shot due to the writers strike. But, we still have the memories.
A few years ago, I am not sure how this came about but the cast did voices for a Charlie Brown Christmas.
The conversations are in the character of Scrubs (JD is Charlie Brown etc), but to the actual Charlie Brown Christmas.
A good laugh, even if you are not a big Scrubs fan. A must watch for all Scrubs fans.
Friday, December 21, 2007
"Patrick Swayze Christmas"
Please enjoy the heart warming song "Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas" sung by Joel Robinson, Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
"Chances of Departure 100%"
John BOlarias the skirt chasing weatherman who miscalled the storm of the century that never happened is returning to the Philly media scene. This time he will be show up on FOX 29.
What sucks is this means the best weatherman by far Rob Guarino has lost his job. For years I have read his webpage on the FOX PHILADELPHIA website. He is right way more than you would ever expect a weatherman to be. If you are weather nerd like me it usually a good read.
I hope he gets another job in the area. But, I think his opitions are slim. There is MYPHL 17, but the news show they have no one watches, maybe CN 8? Aside from that unless a weatherman punchs a cop in the face. Than I doubt there will be an openings anywhere else, and he might end up landing a job with some other station.
When I heard BOlarias was coming to FOX, I knew Rob was screwed. This was his last week on the air, but he has his own webpage. He breaks it down pretty good on why we won't see any major storms this year. It's all about El Nino (he also tells how its different from El NiNa). So, if you want to know weather that is pretty on the money check that site out.
If you have some sort of crush on a womanizer with some cool hair, than tune into the FOX ten o'clock news.
WTXF Fox 29 can suck it. I hope Johnny boy makes an ass of himself again with a non-storm prediction. Maybe the next time buys panties for some dude's girl he will get his lights knocked out.
What sucks is this means the best weatherman by far Rob Guarino has lost his job. For years I have read his webpage on the FOX PHILADELPHIA website. He is right way more than you would ever expect a weatherman to be. If you are weather nerd like me it usually a good read.
I hope he gets another job in the area. But, I think his opitions are slim. There is MYPHL 17, but the news show they have no one watches, maybe CN 8? Aside from that unless a weatherman punchs a cop in the face. Than I doubt there will be an openings anywhere else, and he might end up landing a job with some other station.
When I heard BOlarias was coming to FOX, I knew Rob was screwed. This was his last week on the air, but he has his own webpage. He breaks it down pretty good on why we won't see any major storms this year. It's all about El Nino (he also tells how its different from El NiNa). So, if you want to know weather that is pretty on the money check that site out.
If you have some sort of crush on a womanizer with some cool hair, than tune into the FOX ten o'clock news.
WTXF Fox 29 can suck it. I hope Johnny boy makes an ass of himself again with a non-storm prediction. Maybe the next time buys panties for some dude's girl he will get his lights knocked out.
Monday, December 17, 2007
"Awesome Bears Playing Hockey in the Ocean"
The Flyers have been scouting these guys. Looks like Homer has found another two goons for the squad, and they are expected to both sign for 12 seasons like Richards. But, thats bear years so thats only like 4 years. BUt, thats not bad considering they are bears and all. I don't know maybe this is what the bears get to do when all the ice melts do to global warming?
Friday, December 14, 2007
Carol of the bells claymation special
In 1987 the California Rasins were taking the world by storm. They even got their own Christmas Special. Such and underrated Christmas special. The show was just basically music videos linked together by two dinosaurs who hosted the show. IT was actually really well done.
The rasins come at out later to close the show. This was my fav. and by far the most funny of the bunch. If people want I will post more.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"Richie Richard$"
First off the the Penguins/ Flyers game Tuesday was easily the most fun I had at a game in years. WoW! Fights, two hat tricks, trash talk to the penguins fans, and just energy all over the building. Upon leaving people were just yelling and cheering. Made me almost forget the snoozefest of a Bruins game.
My record is 2-1 this season.
Secondly, Micheal Richards (giddy up!)will be playing with the Flyers till I am 40. Or at least that is what his contract says. Richards the future captain of the team signed a 12 year extention. Thats just insane. I am happy to keep a center to build around like that. But, I must say I didnt see it coming so soon. The money is something insane like 69 million over 12 years.
I really hope they keep this core team together. The Flyers in the past has seemed to given up on young talent to quick. Partrick Sharp, Jon Sim, Justin Williams, and Vinny PRospal were all players we got crap for in return.
Now the Flyers have to break this win/lose streak that is driving me up freaking wall.
Also, I offically HATE sid Crosby. I mean what like weasel. Takes out Biron than is too much of a chicken to return to the ice. PLease. I hope Eager nails him next time we play. Although, I bet he refuses to go out there if Eager is on the ice.
My record is 2-1 this season.
Secondly, Micheal Richards (giddy up!)will be playing with the Flyers till I am 40. Or at least that is what his contract says. Richards the future captain of the team signed a 12 year extention. Thats just insane. I am happy to keep a center to build around like that. But, I must say I didnt see it coming so soon. The money is something insane like 69 million over 12 years.
I really hope they keep this core team together. The Flyers in the past has seemed to given up on young talent to quick. Partrick Sharp, Jon Sim, Justin Williams, and Vinny PRospal were all players we got crap for in return.
Now the Flyers have to break this win/lose streak that is driving me up freaking wall.
Also, I offically HATE sid Crosby. I mean what like weasel. Takes out Biron than is too much of a chicken to return to the ice. PLease. I hope Eager nails him next time we play. Although, I bet he refuses to go out there if Eager is on the ice.
Monday, December 10, 2007
"Legendary Letter"
I came across this letter to the fans of the best comedy on tv right now. How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM to the fans). Basically the two creators/writers are addressing their loyal fans who have suffered ups and downs including a rumor of cancellation at the end of season 2. Season 3 was to have 24 shows instead of the usual 22, which was going to be Legendary. But, instead we have nothing but our DVDS to clench close to our hearts for who knows how long.
Here is the letter from the Carter Bays and Craig Thomas. It is a good read even if you are not a fan of the show. If you don't watch the show, netflix it during the writers strike and introduce yourself to the best comedy since Seinfeld.
Hello HIMYM fans. Motherheads? Howsiers? What are you calling yourselves these days? So first things first, thank you for the incredible support you guys have given us over the years. We mean it. When you create a show, you never think you're doing anything more than telling a funny story. But apparently we've created a community, and it seems to be a community of pretty decent people. It's a community we'd probably want to have a beer with. Our fans seem cool and smart and funny, and it drives us to want to make the show better, to never let it stagnate, to always push ourselves to try something interesting and new.
So thank you. Anyway, we'd like to take a little moment here to come out from behind the desk, cool-11th-grade-english-teacher-style, roll up our sleeves and "rap" at you guys for a bit. We want to talk about the strike. By now you probably know what strike we're talking about, but if you don't, watch this movie: http://youtube.com/watch?v=oJ55Ir2jCxk
What it boils down to is this: Tonight’s episode of “How I Met Your Mother” is the last new one for a while. Starting next week, we grimly trudge off the map and into the desert of reruns and reality TV. We can’t tell you how difficult this last month and a half has been for us, both personally and professionally. We work with the best people in this business – the best at their jobs, the best at being nice and decent human beings – and the thought of all of them out of work over the holidays is almost too much to bear. We miss them all every day. That’s by far the suckiest part of the strike – nothing tops that.
But there’s other suckiness, such as the suckiness of having to put this story on pause. We love our show. We love the stories we get to tell. And this year on How I Met Your Mother, we think the story is particularly great. A very juicy, breathtaking, funny, and (to use our director Pam's word) yummy story was just starting to unfold as the ax began to fall. We're very excited about the second half of this season, and not bringing it to you right now, factory-direct, sparkling-new, is simply killing us. But enough with our problems. The reason we’re writing today is to beseech you guys, the fans of this show, to bear with us. The love and support you’ve shown us over the last two and a half seasons has been truly surprising and awesome, and we hope you’ll rejoin us when this whole mess is over with.
But for now, this is going to have to be a long distance relationship. We know you’ll get lonely, and Mario Lopez is such a good dancer… but come on, hang in there. Sure, long distance doesn’t ever work for anyone, but we’re different. What we’ve got is special. We can make this work. But in the meantime, if you want to help us end this strike quickly, please visit www.fans4writers.com. That site explains exactly what the WGA is asking for, exactly why it’s completely reasonable, and exactly how you can show your support. And just in case the strike goes on so long that the medium of television goes out of business forever and we never get to make another episode, the mother is the coat check girl.
Happy Holidays! Carter Bays and Craig Thomas
"So they Marched All Night Long"
The writer's strike has reached its sixth week. I will be honest, I don't think its really had much the impact so far aside from screwing lots of people who are not on strike out of jobs. I mean as far as the public giving a damn about it.
Aside from myself, and people I know who take an interest in the enterainment business, people are either unware or apathetic about a strike at all. I talked to some co-workers about it recently. Another person after I told him that Leno, Letterman and Conan were in reruns for a month, brought up that he thought late night tv was dead anyway. He said as long as The DAily Show and Colbert report were still new, he hadn't even noticed the shows had gone dark for over a month. To be honest, my concern about the strike would be down about 2 or 3 notches if it wasn't about to ruin the final Season (and many ways the series) of SCrubs.
Very few network shows have any new scripts left before the strike, so many shows have shut down production. THe shows that do have episodes left were intended as shows like 24 or Lost that start mid-season anyway. But the problem is they have only a few. I had heard 24's upcoming season was so bad they had to rewrite it. Lost will only have 8 shows. Aside from a few other mid-season replacements, come 2008, it will be reruns and reality.
After two weeks of talking, talks broke off last friday bettween studios and writers. During thanksgiving weekend the writers took off and didnt picket, and studio big wigs arent used to working during the holidays. So, I figure that we might be looking at the 2nd week of January before the two sides even go back to talking about anything.
The writers are taking a stand, but sadly they are screwing lots of people who will never benefit from the strike during the holiday season. Makeup people, camera crews, wardrobe people, and various others are all losing their jobs.
The crappy thing is, people love reality tv, and will eat up many of the new shows launching after the holidays. Which means if the strike is ever settled many of the shows will be canned anyway to make room for the new over night reality show hits. Leaving some writers with no job to return to.
Not sure if its the fact that there are still a few new shows of popular programs left or if people are distracted with their own problems right now. But its been 6 weeks, and for the most part America aside from Hollywierd has moved on with their lives. We live in a society where we entertain each other anyway with MYSPACE and YOUTUBE. Maybe we are not on the edge of a new media but different pop-culture all together. Recent studies have shown that pretty much all of the young europeans prefer the Internet to TV anyway.
One wonders if people will make time again to see what Republican is getting slammed on REal Time, too see Leno's headlines, or spend time with the zany office workers. Bettween when now and when the strike gets settled is plenty of time for people to pick up new routines to get them their their mundane work weeks.
Aside from myself, and people I know who take an interest in the enterainment business, people are either unware or apathetic about a strike at all. I talked to some co-workers about it recently. Another person after I told him that Leno, Letterman and Conan were in reruns for a month, brought up that he thought late night tv was dead anyway. He said as long as The DAily Show and Colbert report were still new, he hadn't even noticed the shows had gone dark for over a month. To be honest, my concern about the strike would be down about 2 or 3 notches if it wasn't about to ruin the final Season (and many ways the series) of SCrubs.
Very few network shows have any new scripts left before the strike, so many shows have shut down production. THe shows that do have episodes left were intended as shows like 24 or Lost that start mid-season anyway. But the problem is they have only a few. I had heard 24's upcoming season was so bad they had to rewrite it. Lost will only have 8 shows. Aside from a few other mid-season replacements, come 2008, it will be reruns and reality.
After two weeks of talking, talks broke off last friday bettween studios and writers. During thanksgiving weekend the writers took off and didnt picket, and studio big wigs arent used to working during the holidays. So, I figure that we might be looking at the 2nd week of January before the two sides even go back to talking about anything.
The writers are taking a stand, but sadly they are screwing lots of people who will never benefit from the strike during the holiday season. Makeup people, camera crews, wardrobe people, and various others are all losing their jobs.
The crappy thing is, people love reality tv, and will eat up many of the new shows launching after the holidays. Which means if the strike is ever settled many of the shows will be canned anyway to make room for the new over night reality show hits. Leaving some writers with no job to return to.
Not sure if its the fact that there are still a few new shows of popular programs left or if people are distracted with their own problems right now. But its been 6 weeks, and for the most part America aside from Hollywierd has moved on with their lives. We live in a society where we entertain each other anyway with MYSPACE and YOUTUBE. Maybe we are not on the edge of a new media but different pop-culture all together. Recent studies have shown that pretty much all of the young europeans prefer the Internet to TV anyway.
One wonders if people will make time again to see what Republican is getting slammed on REal Time, too see Leno's headlines, or spend time with the zany office workers. Bettween when now and when the strike gets settled is plenty of time for people to pick up new routines to get them their their mundane work weeks.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
"Deck the Hall and Oates"
This is for you Mosco Buddy! Im posting Hall and Oates (no not old videos of Adam Oates and Brett Hull the other Hall and OAtes!). This is them doing Jingle Bell Rock just in time for the holidays. Such a goofy, goofy video. I wonder if one of the boxes has a sweater with snow flakes on it or not.
"No one is Actually Reading this Blog Headline"
Okay, I hate the Islanders. BUt I have to say they have some of the hottest ice girls around. This is part of my new feature on Tucker's world where I honor the girls that work really really really hard for the game of hockey. Each night they are bending over, skating around and cleaning up ice shavings. They try really hard and love their teams. So very, very, very much. One word to sum up this Islanders girl, and it rhymes with ice....it rhymes with ...................ICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCE!
"Cookie Monster vs Kappy"
The Philadelphia Flyers have played some strange hockey lately. One game they knock off the Senators who were red hot, the next game they drop to Washington. One game they beat the canes, next game they come out like zombies and lose to the Dallas Stars game. Stars aren't awful team but they had played an insane amount of games in a short period of time. There is no reason why the Stars could skate around the Flyers. The flyers came out almost like they didn't care past Saturday.
At the skate zone the things got heated during practice. All around nice guy Sami Kapanen and 2nd line center Danny Briere ended up fighting each other. NOw, its not uncommon for this to happen once in awhile, but it usually happens in the pre-season. What is so odd about it, is that its likely a fight bettween two of the smallest guys on the team and two guys you would never expect that from. I think Kappy has been in something like two fights since we got him. Danny is not a fighter, an occassonial dirty player with the butt of the stick in the gut, but not a drop the glvoes guy.
Well at least they seem to care still. Hopefully, there is no bad blood and they can move on. The flyers will go on the road now and play the Wild than the lanche. After that they come home for 3 games. They need to start winning games in a row. The win/lose streak needs to end if the team wants to go anywhere. Now would be a good time to start that.
At the skate zone the things got heated during practice. All around nice guy Sami Kapanen and 2nd line center Danny Briere ended up fighting each other. NOw, its not uncommon for this to happen once in awhile, but it usually happens in the pre-season. What is so odd about it, is that its likely a fight bettween two of the smallest guys on the team and two guys you would never expect that from. I think Kappy has been in something like two fights since we got him. Danny is not a fighter, an occassonial dirty player with the butt of the stick in the gut, but not a drop the glvoes guy.
Well at least they seem to care still. Hopefully, there is no bad blood and they can move on. The flyers will go on the road now and play the Wild than the lanche. After that they come home for 3 games. They need to start winning games in a row. The win/lose streak needs to end if the team wants to go anywhere. Now would be a good time to start that.
Sounds like Kappy threw the first punch. Not sure if there was a winner before the teamates stepped in an broke it up.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
"Soundwave: The True Hollywood Story"
One second your are starring in the biggest movie of 1986. The next second your agent won't return your calls.
It's a long road to the bottom for Soundwave, and during this behind the scenes special he does drop more F-bombs than he ever did on the original tv-series.
Enjoy the 2nd ever video on Tucker's world. Drew, if you and the guys haven't seen it yet. Its a must view at the next get together at your place.
Video Killed the Blooger Star
You might have noticed some things have changed on the blog. Tucker's World is no longer green. For two reasons.
1. It was kind of like eating a turkey burger. It just didn't feel right.
2. What the point in fighting a cause? The man is just going to win in the end anyway. Besides, I think this problem will just solve itself like most global issues like, AIDS, and the Kosovos.
Now its time for a history lesson my friends.
In 1776 our country was born. Then for awhile nothing happened. In 1969, a man landed on the moon. In 1975 Jaws came out. In 1979, Tucker was born and this video was the first thing shown on MTV. Now MTV sucks and has nothing to do with music.
Now, I can post videos when I like instead of links. Which means if you are like me and read blogs at work. It will likely say "Access Denied" thats because the kill-joys in coproate don't want us watching videos. They are jerks.
Seriously though, I have a lot planned for this now. So,much more I can do. Enjoy the first video ever on Tucker's World. "Video Killed the Radio STar" by some guy that looks like my hippie Biology professor from Camden County College. He always wore sandals and once made us walk around in the woods looking for leafs. Most people think of the first video when they here this. Since I was either not born yet,or an infant I just think of Rex Manning day
Monday, November 26, 2007
"Bobble Briere"
Tonight I went to my third game of my 11 game plan for the Philadelphia Flyers. It was DAnny Briere Bobble head night! I lucked out. Now in years past the Flyers would never do such a thing. Now they are desperate for anyone to the game they will try anything. They even had a man dressed as a hotdog in Center City earlier this season. I guess its a backlash from the worst season ever. Many season ticket holders told Comcast to stick where the sun don't shine when asked to pony up for another year of debt keep their tickets.
The first game I went to this season, I was shocked how few people were at the game. In seasons past I had gone to pre-season games that were more crowded. The funny thing is many of the former season ticket holders were behind the nets. Which has resulted in a sea of red on either end of the ice.
The Bobble head night for me is just a cool bonus since I paid for the tickets a long time ago. So, I couldn't wait to get my bobble head. I brought my friend from work JOsh and promised him a Bobble. At first I had the fear that I was wrong with what night the give away was. There was no one giving the Bobbles at the door. Just a bunch of kids pounding away on drums. IF there is anything I hate more than kids, its kids playing really really loud drums. To make it more strange the people were trying to get us to sign up for credit cards using fake names for free t-shirts. Of course, I couldn't hear a damn word they were saying over the POUNDING of the drums.
Where the hell was my Bobble HEad?!?!?
Later, I found out that you get your BOOBLE at the end of the night. I have no idea what time they started giving them out. If you had to wait around and see if the Bruins would light the lamp 6 or 7 times and suffer to get your Bobble or not. Luckily, they didn't score that many, and of course I am die hard so I stayed to the end of the game. Which was good, because the third period was when the Flyers realized it wasn't a dream and they were indeed playing an NHL game. They must have been blinded by all the red they were seeing in the stands.
I guess its a good thing to have the Bobble at the end of the game for some reasons. I recall how annoying it was when my father and I went to Bobble COle Hammels night. Having to clutch them like a newborns all night long. Also, in order to make it easier for one person to take a leak or get a drink, one of us would be on "bobble duty" and guard Cole with our lives. I lived in fear all night that something would happen to my new friend.
However, what the Flyers didn't take into consideration was how it would effect people leaving the building. A Bobble Head Bottle neck was formed as people all stopped to get their mini Danny Brieres on the way out to the rainy Philadelphia night after our team sleep skated to a defeat. You couldn't move!
Josh and I took the advise of some dude and went to one of the other exits which required us to walk a quarter away around the WATCH OVER YOU CENTER. At this point we were not remotely near our car. So, we could fight the Bobble Head grabbers some more or we could walk around in the rain. I love the Flyers of course, but sometimes I think a monkey puts these promotions together.
I store Danny under my jacket to sheild him from the rain. HE will find a home with his new friends Bobble Fist Brasher (who is white for some reasons) and Generic Flyer Bobble guy from 2002. Generic Flyer guy suffered a broken neck once when my nephew was playing the slam the door into the computer desk over and over again for no reason game. He tobbled to the floor. Luckily, he can still Bobble with the best of them. Also, I am getting my nephew one of those annoying drums for Christmas, so no more Bobble Heads have to suffer.
Maybe the Flyers could have rolled back ticket prices this season to draw people in. YOu know knock a good 20 bucks off the tickets all around. I am wondering how much longer Derian Hatcher's checks bounce. But, I guess they will always have the die hards like me wandering around like a rat in a maze in order to get my Bobble head at the end. I clutched the Bobble Box close to my heart till we got in the warm car. A little wiser.
The first game I went to this season, I was shocked how few people were at the game. In seasons past I had gone to pre-season games that were more crowded. The funny thing is many of the former season ticket holders were behind the nets. Which has resulted in a sea of red on either end of the ice.
The Bobble head night for me is just a cool bonus since I paid for the tickets a long time ago. So, I couldn't wait to get my bobble head. I brought my friend from work JOsh and promised him a Bobble. At first I had the fear that I was wrong with what night the give away was. There was no one giving the Bobbles at the door. Just a bunch of kids pounding away on drums. IF there is anything I hate more than kids, its kids playing really really loud drums. To make it more strange the people were trying to get us to sign up for credit cards using fake names for free t-shirts. Of course, I couldn't hear a damn word they were saying over the POUNDING of the drums.
Where the hell was my Bobble HEad?!?!?
Later, I found out that you get your BOOBLE at the end of the night. I have no idea what time they started giving them out. If you had to wait around and see if the Bruins would light the lamp 6 or 7 times and suffer to get your Bobble or not. Luckily, they didn't score that many, and of course I am die hard so I stayed to the end of the game. Which was good, because the third period was when the Flyers realized it wasn't a dream and they were indeed playing an NHL game. They must have been blinded by all the red they were seeing in the stands.
I guess its a good thing to have the Bobble at the end of the game for some reasons. I recall how annoying it was when my father and I went to Bobble COle Hammels night. Having to clutch them like a newborns all night long. Also, in order to make it easier for one person to take a leak or get a drink, one of us would be on "bobble duty" and guard Cole with our lives. I lived in fear all night that something would happen to my new friend.
However, what the Flyers didn't take into consideration was how it would effect people leaving the building. A Bobble Head Bottle neck was formed as people all stopped to get their mini Danny Brieres on the way out to the rainy Philadelphia night after our team sleep skated to a defeat. You couldn't move!
Josh and I took the advise of some dude and went to one of the other exits which required us to walk a quarter away around the WATCH OVER YOU CENTER. At this point we were not remotely near our car. So, we could fight the Bobble Head grabbers some more or we could walk around in the rain. I love the Flyers of course, but sometimes I think a monkey puts these promotions together.
I store Danny under my jacket to sheild him from the rain. HE will find a home with his new friends Bobble Fist Brasher (who is white for some reasons) and Generic Flyer Bobble guy from 2002. Generic Flyer guy suffered a broken neck once when my nephew was playing the slam the door into the computer desk over and over again for no reason game. He tobbled to the floor. Luckily, he can still Bobble with the best of them. Also, I am getting my nephew one of those annoying drums for Christmas, so no more Bobble Heads have to suffer.
Maybe the Flyers could have rolled back ticket prices this season to draw people in. YOu know knock a good 20 bucks off the tickets all around. I am wondering how much longer Derian Hatcher's checks bounce. But, I guess they will always have the die hards like me wandering around like a rat in a maze in order to get my Bobble head at the end. I clutched the Bobble Box close to my heart till we got in the warm car. A little wiser.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
"Shot From Hartnell and Not Too Late
I have to admit it. I was starting to think that Scott Hartnell would be the next Kyle Caldar. Hartnell was picked up because he is a 20 goal scorer. He has looked anything,but although he hasnt looked awful he only has had two goals before Saturday night and they were both empty net goals.
The problem is usually harder to overcome when players go on a drought. The start 2nd guessing themselves and shooting to quick, or passing instead of taking the shot. Hartnell was trying to make up for his lack of goals in other ways. He was drew lots of penalties and has been good in the corners.
However, it would have been only a matter of time before the fans turned on him, and the coaching staff would have really gotten tired of him not producing. Saturday night he scored an awesome goal and helped Philly knock off the best team in the league. It was a hard ass shot from fairly far out. Just an awesome shot.
With Gagne likely to miss most of the season we need someone to step it up. Hartnell seems to me as a good fit and I am glad that he finally scored a goal in a big way. Maybe now he will start scoring every few games. Playing on a line with Danny Briere will help big time of course, but even DAnny couldn't have gotten him out of a funk if he went into December without scoring a legit goal.
The picture here is of Scott with his really really cute wife when they were down at Borgata to celebrate their one year anniversary. Scott it might have been rough going there for awhile, and we all laughed when your first goal was an open net goal. BUt, now that the monkey has been tossed of your back we need you scoring Buddy! You have an adorable wife, can go to AC whenever you have the time, run up the steps and pretend your rocky on your day off, life is good! Now score some more goals.
Oh yeah, and don't feel bad that TIm PAnacio kept calling you "Jeff" Hartnell today in his column you keep scoring goals like that and people will be wearing your last name on their jerseys and people hockey writers will memorize your first name.
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