The last time I posted, Cliff Lee had just become a Phillie. Maybe it’s just taken me this long to recover from that blow. Luckily, the Mets are pretty much in a reassessing mode, so over this year of Phillies dominance they can work on building towards 2012, especially with all the money coming off the books. I just look forward to seeing a healthy lineup of Reyes, Pagan, Wright, Beltran, Bay, and Ike for 2011. But enough about the Mets, as I can save that for another post.

While I’ve spent plenty of time putting together link posts for Roto Hardball, it’s not that blog’s fault that I haven’t written a blog post here in a while. Whenever I’ve felt like writing about something else other than fantasy baseball, it’s been a fairly personal topic that I thought was better suited to my hipster-worthy Moleskine notebook. I tried to work out problems and issues on the page, writing them out with a pen instead of typing them out with a keyboard — as if that would make a difference. Maybe I’m just preparing for the inevitable appointment with a shrink; instead of talking, I’ll be able to just give the doc my journal.

It’s funny when you worry about things blowing up in one way, and then having them blow up in a way you never thought would happen. On a related note, part of growing up is being able to deal with something not turning out the way you hoped. It’s also important to know when to stop giving, even if you think it’ll make you feel better. In the end, it only adds to a massive feeling of resentment. This reminds me of Blue Valentine — which you should watch as soon as it hits Netflix Instant. The independent movies are always on there much quicker than the big guns.

I’d go into Oscars discussion now, but, 1) I didn’t watch the ceremony, and, 2) I haven’t seen 7 out of 10 Best Picture nominees. I have no idea how to punctuate that sentence. I am listening to the winner of Best Original Score as I write this, though. I thought the Inception soundtrack was fantastically bombastic, but the work Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross did for The Social Network is just so damn cool and much more conducive to writing. I’d listen to the Inception soundtrack while skydiving.

But yeah, the past two months. I’ve been meaning to look for a new job for the past month and a half or so. That hasn’t happened. The nearest equivalent would be applying to the MLB Dream Job of sitting in a room for seven months and watching every single baseball game of the 2011 season, while blogging and making videos about my experience. But one of the application questions asked if I was of legal drinking age, so I hope it involves imbibing alcohol as well.

By far the coolest thing that’s happened to me recently was attending a bloodbath between the Islanders and Penguins. A friend called me up the day of, and I said I’d be down for going to my first Islanders game this century. Like most of America, I no longer follow hockey, but I knew that the last game between the two teams had resulted in a broken face for Islander goalie Rick DiPietro. So I was expecting for fights. But I didn’t think the Islanders would a 4-0 lead into the first intermission, while also participating in a couple of one-on-one fights which only served as precursors to a full-out brawl. By the end of the game, the Islanders had scored 9 times.

While I complained earlier in this post about when things don’t work out as planned, this Islanders game was perfect. Each team only had a handful of players left on their benches by the end of the game due to the insane amount of game misconducts. In the final minutes, fights were breaking out after every face-off and chants of “We want ten!” were reverberating throughout the stadium. And I got to witness a mother yell out, “THIS IS WHAT WE’RE RAISING!” after she heard some vulgar taunting in the parking lot. It was a wonderful night, topped off by watching the highlights at the Hooters nearby; it was not until seeing the fighting condensed into a few minutes that my friend and I truly appreciated what we had just experienced.

If I felt more comfortable sharing my life details on here (a.k.a. GIRLS), I assure you this post would be longer and much more entertaining. I try to make up the difference with GIFs.

My birthday was today. See what I did there?

So I’m officially in my mid-20s now. Shit. I don’t even know what this entails, other than feeling old when teenagers say Seinfeld sucks. Am I supposed to have a career yet? Or any idea of what I want to do with my life? Or perhaps a serious girlfriend? At least none of my friends are engaged yet. That’d make me feel way too behind on my growing-up schedule.

First order of business: 24/2 + 7 = 19. Alright. If only 19 and 20-year-olds were allowed in bars in America. Oh wait, that’s barely enforced anyway. And that was much more of an issue when I was 21 (and younger, naturally). Now there’s three whole years of girls younger than me legally roaming the alcoholic establishments! But still, Europe has the right idea in this case. I’d vote for America to bail out Greece if it meant the legal age dropping to 18. I swear that connection made sense in my head.

Regarding another important topic, the New York Mets are in first place in the midst of a seven-game winning streak; the Braves are in last place in the midst of a nine-game losing streak. These are two of the greatest gifts I could have received. And really the only ones I did receive. But it’s more than enough. I hope Bobby Cox’s last year managing is spent in the cellar and he gets thrown out of 40 games because he’s so miserable.

Baseball and girls. I think that’s all important topics covered.

Should I be setting goals for what I want to do in the next year? By the time I’m 30? Maybe that would help. I’ll think about it. And then not do it.

Happy Birthday to me.

So one of my GIFs showed up on one of my favorite blogs this past week. One of my prouder internet moments, sadly. To think I peaked like two years ago getting linked by Deadspin. When I posted this news on Twitter, someone mentioned Breaking Bad GIFs. And on the blog linked above, someone also asked for Breaking Bad GIFs. Between those two wishes, and the Season 2 release on DVD next week, and Season 3 starting the next week, I decided to fill this void on the internet a little bit.

The show is easily one of the best on television. As I’ve stated before: Mad Men and Breaking Bad are basically 1A and 1B. And they compliment each other well, as one is set in a 1960s fantasy world littered with obscenely attractive human beings, while the other is a contemporary story following a middle-aged, dying high school science teacher whose life is as depressingly real as it gets — at least until he decides to cook meth.

You’ll have to hit the jump to check out the eight GIFs arranged in perfect harmony. I may have to fix the very first one, as not being able to make out some of the text is annoying the shit of the OCD side of me.

I can’t believe these GIFs are from Simpsons episodes that are 16 years old. IT’S ALMOST 2010 WHAT THE FUCK.

By the way, if anyone wants the aforementioned DVD season sets, they’re up for grabs at $10 a pop.

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What with the time-jumps between seasons, I have to imagine they’ll cover the JFK assassination this time around, which should make for fantastic television. I’d look up the rumors or leaks about when the season actually starts, but I rather be surprised. Not to mention I waste enough time on the internet NOT scrounging for spoilers. Why would I care anyway, when I just want to see Christina Hendricks’ outfits and Don Draper being a man’s man; everything else on the show is just icing. Christina Hendricks is eye-candy perfected and Don makes me want to buy a suit, smoke two packs a day, and get married to some angelic woman — just so I could cheat on her.

In celebration of this momentous occasion, I bring you three Mad Men gifs after the jump.

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Cowboys getting totally destroyed — suffering their worst loss in 20 years — in what is basically a playoff game? Amazing. Patriots missing the playoffs at 11-5? Karma. Lions complete the perfect winless season? Incredible. The Bucs, Broncos, and Jets completing their collapses? Devastatingly awesome. (Yes, I am a Jets fan, but if this means Favre and Mangini are gone next year, it was worth it.)

And now, the end of Brett Favre’s career in GIF form:

It’s like a never-ending GIF-worthy parade from this Angels team. Combined with the GIFs displayed here and here, you have a trilogy of hilarity. F-Kraud being exposed on national television was icing on the cake. Man, the Red Sox just own the Angels in the postseason.

So far, every Division Series is looking like a sweep, what with the Rays winning yesterday. Pathetic. I think both LCSs will go at least 6 games, though.

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