Home is where the heart is...

It's been awhile since I have posted anything and its been quite difficult to conjure anything up until now. USA lost to Brazil, but I'm not a big soccer fan although I would have been a little bit more interested if they had won. They forgot they had to play 90 minutes instead of 45. Just another damper on soccer here in the states. The Yanks produced a nice sweep of the Metropolitans. Jackass Ponzi Madoff received 150 years for his truly profound scheme. Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and Billy Mays died. The Black Boxes from the plane off the coast of Brazil are still missing. Wimbledon is under way and Pete Sampras' grand slam record is still in jeopardy. I already forgot who won the US Open because it wasn't Phil or Tiger. And finally Steven Jobs is back to work at Apple Inc. after liver transplant. Yet, none of these were worthy enough of a posting.

Today I went on my hometown newspaper's website for the first time in probably a month and read some interesting articles. The first was titled "Man jumps from bridge in Corning" and the next was "Biker dies in chase on Route 415". Both interesting articles and almost comical to some extent.

So a little rundown: A 20 year old male jumped off Bridge Street Bridge early Saturday evening attempting to kill himself. He failed, failed so bad he failed to manage even a chipped nail. We can all say my goodness help this boy or he must of had a bad family life or his girlfriend broke up with him. Ya know all that excuse stuff. Well what I don't understand is that this is the same idiot who tried doing the same thing a little over a month ago. In fact, I was at a bar down the street when they closed down the bridge for this kid's theatrics. I'm sorry but this kid just wants attention. Simple as that, he's in dire need of attention. Now he has made it to the newspaper twice and on the news. He has had people console him, evaluate him, and ask him if he's ok. This is what happens in Corning, NY. Please Mr. 20 year old don't make it so obvious your in dire need of attention. In your first attempt you didn't even get off the bridge and in your second attempt you did it with the sun still out. If you want attention my friend, run down Market St. naked when the races are going on at the Glen. Or wait until the East/West football game so you have a bunch of adolescent eyeballs on you yearning for some laughter and gossip.

The next story made me laugh but someone died so it was short-lived. A man was caught peeling out on his crotch rocket and led a few cars on chase with speeds over 100mph. The guy ended up losing control and was pronounced dead at the scene. Something I've never understood: why do people from the Southern Tier insist upon thinking their actually cool? Not that I am one to brag and label myself as "cool", but this is just another example of an area depleted by individuals that think the world evolves around them and the Southern Tier. It is certainly unfortunate that someone had to pass away, but a little intelligence would have told this guy to save his tire spinning escapade for his driveway or a back round where the opportunity to get caught is minimal or just not done anything. Just some brains and this guy is still alive.

One last thing: Although the culprit will most likely never be found, whomever decided to spill a half gallon jug of olive oil all over my kitchen floor at our party on Friday night, I hope you have the worst paper cut of your life, slip on a banana peel and fall face first into a pile of shit.

Until next time...