IJustine? Nope...just a fat head and a white skirt

Every time I’ve flown across the country I run into someone I know…this time not so much. I did sit next to two interesting people who I would describe as such (sorry for no hidden camera shots):

1. A slutty version of IJustine…she was wearing a white skirt that didn’t leave much to the imagination…if she was going to Vegas I might not think twice about it but I didn’t see her at the gate (it was next to mine). The picture is of the real IJustine...

2. The guy next to me looked like a caricature…massive head and tiny body.

How to Survive a Plane Crash

Today I’m flying home to Boston to visit my family so naturally my adventure starts in the Portland airport…no surprise there. What added spice to the adventure right away was a dream I had earlier in the week about this very day traveling from PDX to SFO.

The dream began like many (me thinking about a real event taking place in the future) but became a bit more real after what transpired. As we approached SFO, the pilot notified the passengers that a space shuttle crash had devastated the landing pad and we would be forced to complete an emergency landing on a nearby highway. As he avoids the wreckage he nearly clips two flagpoles but manages to get the plane under control just in time to line up a straight strip of highway. Fearing the worst and always aspiring to be a hero (it is my dream after all) I went to the front of the plane and deployed one of the exit doors. As we were about to touchdown on the highway I jumped out and barrel rolled to safety on the cement…others followed. As it turned out the plane landed safely but couldn't stop in time to avoid hitting a tanker truck that was stopped on the highway…end of story, I win.

Back to reality…now it actually gets somewhat crazy. On the MAX ride to the airport I have my choice of seat…I pick one at random. During the hour commute I find myself inspecting random parts of the MAX, looking at what other patrons are wearing (without making awkward eye contact) and trying to fall asleep without my head sporadically bobbing up and down. In doing so I realize that there is something carved in the window directly behind me…in bold words it says FATAL. I had joked with co-workers about my dream being prophetic but WTF…that’s a bit weird. As I board my plane the captain comes on saying that SFO is experiencing high winds and so he expects heavy turbulence upon landing. I have always wanted to see the future but maybe this isn’t the best time to start.

As you may have guessed I survived the flight but the landing was a bit shady. As we touched down the back wheels hit very hard and the nose stayed in the air for 10 seconds as we wiggled along the runway. So much for being a prophecy…maybe my red eye flight to BOS will provide some new dreams to dissect…Nyquil does tend to make my mind wonder.

I recently stumbled across the article "How to Survive a Plane Crash" in case this dream does become a reality.

Celebrating 25 years with Jordan

Today I was lucky enough to be in the presence of Michael Jordan, one of the greatest athletes of all time and without a doubt a global icon for sport and competition. Before I entered the auditorium I knew today was going to be one of those days I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Campus was buzzing for the first time since the massive layoffs that devastated our corporate utopia and people were looking for a glimmer of hope for the future…there couldn’t have been a better guest to do just that.

Employees began lining up 3 hours before the event and it was miracle I was not only able to get into the auditorium but 3 rows from “Black Cat” himself…props to D Kels. The event was funny (Charlie Murphy), insightful (Phil Knight), uplifting and inspiring (MJ).
Jordan might be the first person I’ve seen first hand who commands the room with a presence that lets you know he’s badass without him saying a single word. He was composed, articulate, and passionate…everything you look for in an idol.

One of the many things he said that was pertinent to my life at this moment was the following (far from verbatim but something like this):

“Everyone has doubters in their lives…if you aspire to be great you have to recognize but ignore them”

What a memorable day and a great way to jump-start my career at Nike.

Nice 'Tache...haha

"I just like to take a big brand, put it my back, give them a little piggy back ride for a while...see how good they can be."

The guy is a stud...

Lovin Steve Nash

I already think Nash is a great player (even though he is Canadian) but these commercials elevate him to a whole new level...





Still trying to find a good link for his commercial with the banana at VW HQ...stay tuned.

Sonic Commercials...better than some TV shows (Chuck)

Here are some of my favorite Sonic commercials:





I have never actually seen the mustache spot on television but it's hillarious...of course "tot rejection" makes the cut..."don't you bring that weak tot action!"

Searching for these enjoyable "shorts" led me to find a plethora of homemade Sonic commercials which prove that the ad agency behind our favorite Sonic friends are absolutely genius. Not only do people turn up the volume when they come on, they go out there and re-market the chain for free...brilliant.

Here is a funny response from the Sonic guys...stay tuned for a homemade spot:

Project Look-a-Like

One of the perks of my job is the ability to see a majority of the corporate workforce on a daily basis...this not only allows great networking but the means to pursue my pet project...Project Look-a-Like.

While I won't post any pictures of my co-workers, so far I have found mirror images of Gary Busey, Devin Sawa, Edna Mode (from the Incredibles) and the brown haired guy from Reno 911. Recently I came across my first celebrity/celebrity look-a-like...see for yourself:

Robert Pattinson v. CT from the Real World












Lastly, Katie always gets told she looks like Uma Thurman...you be the judge:












Do you know anyone that looks like a celebrity? Let's see what kind of list we can come up with...leave a comment.

Too little too late

While I wasn't able to watch the Man U v. Liverpool match today here are some of my takeaways...

1. While Vidic is probably the best center back in the world, he can't compose himself against the Reds...there is no excuse for two red cards in two games against Gerrard and company
   
2. I'm excited the race for the title has tightened...if they aren't going to go undefeated I want it to go down to the last game or two of the season
3. Nevertheless, Man U will still take the title...sorry Liverpool fans

Here is a video that captures my thoughts...techno version of course (would you expect anything else from me?)

Hobotron deserves a melee

Instead of going out clubbing or drinking like most 20-somethings do on Friday nights, me and 11 other friends/colleagues went laser tagging. This was only my second time and I had something to prove. Let's just cut to the chase...laser tag is not my game. Dominating our opponents in aggressiveness and stature we managed to underachieve like J-Will, getting owned by the guns of twelve year old psychos and 30 year old virgins. Below is a picture of one of my score cards. What stands out is my score....5890. To put this in context, it placed first on my team...to put that in context it was almost 14,000 points lower than Hobotron (look down at the Green team).














Just try to imagine what Hobotron looks like...if you guessed a 6'2'' douche bag with acne you would be correct. Is it that obvious I am bitter? I think I am too competitive for games I'm not good at.

New motivation

From what I have read in countless articles, one of the most important and most overlooked steps to achieving your desired fitness goals is self visualization. While this must occur while you are lifting weights, it also helps to have a desired "finish" in mind. Here is my finish line...

Nike's " Show Your Five"

"Rusty Cunt Bucket!" - Ari Gold

These are my favorite television characters of all time...what are yours?

"Good stuff Bobby, nice moves, that was hot"

One of my favorite scenes from Grandma's Boy...
"New high score...what does that mean? Is that bad? Did I break it?"

Kraak & Smaak - Squeeze Me

It's nice to see an original and creative music video...

"Give me my keys you little bitch"

I have had this voicemail saved on my phone for nearly two years because every two weeks when it prompts me to re-save or delete it I listen to it and laugh. Finally I have a new medium in which I can share what is the funniest voicemail I have ever received. Here is the message word for word...

"Hey Trevor sorry you didn't get my call....your going to be fucking sorry you didn't fucking return it to give me my keys you little bitch. You're with Courtney right now...dude it's such a bullshit move you're pulling dude. Some of us actually have, like you know, beds to go to and sleep in.........seriously, seriously dude, you've got to fucking call me back...its really.....FUCK you dude!!! Mainly that bitch you are with...I fucking hate Courtney and you can fucking quote me on that verbatim....I fucking hate that bitch. Its 2:35am, seriously I'm so aggravated right now AAHHHHHH GOD!!!! DUDE!!!!! Oh ya, my number is (510) - 710XXXX....alright bye.

Despite his harsh language, the caller is actually my friend and I never actually had his keys. I ignored his calls all night until the next day when he called to tell me he had his keys all along. I think we now know who the bitch was that had his keys :)

Twackle...sounds like slang for a hidden body part

I just can't comprehend how Octagon + Twitter = Twackle...I think I must have missed some algebra in my English classes. Where the hell does the 'ckle' letter combination come from? This is almost as confusing as geometric proofs; therefore, just like middle school geometry I will just have to agree to disagree.

Anyways, Twackle is Octagon's response to Twitter's growing popularity and their answer to more sports driven content. Good idea...not sure about their implementation.

I want soccer feeds from credible sources...not random girls who think they know more about Manchester United then I do (shout out to J). I don't need BDogg to tell me "the Suns are getting worked over by the Lakers nba lakers suns," not to mention an invitation for terrible grammar and excessive words. Give me scores, give me details, and give me expert critique...if I wanted nonsense I would be a Mormon.

Octagon, I thought you could do better.


Here is the link to the article...http://www.sportsbusinessjournal.com/article/61680

***Note: I did not mean to offend any Mormons...that religion is just something I will never understand...can we agree to disagree?***

Why do I feel awkward blogging?

This is my first official leap into the world of blogging and I must say it's kind of addicting, terribly time consuming, and much harder than it looks. I don't like to talk just to hear my own voice so this seems rather contradictory. Maybe words are different...