300 Hulks vs. 20,000 Persians. I Guess I Was Absent That Day in History Class

300 Hulks vs. 20,000 Persians. I Guess I Was Absent That Day in History Class

It’s been a while since I was in school. My trigonometry is a little rusty, for instance. Well, I assume it’s rusty, but I really can’t remember much from Chemistry class, so I don’t recall if trigonometry is a metal or a liquid, so it might not be able to rust at all. But you get my point.

Anyway, I do remember a little bit from History class. Way, way before the Germans bombed Pearl Bailey, there were 300 Greek Hulks who took on 20,000 Persons at the battle of Thermocouple, I think it was. I don’t know what kind of persons they were, but they lost, so who cares. That’s how history gets written. Deal with it.

Hey Guys. It’s Time for Spring Skiing.

Hey Guys. It’s Time for Spring Skiing.

Here is a fine example of not spring skiing. Spring skiing is all about terrible skiing and half decent weather. This video is full of great skiing and gray skies. No one is playing Cups and doing Jagermeister jello shots while wearing shorts and a T-shirt at the mud puddle at the base of the only lift that’s running. There’s actual ski-able snow, not sno-cone mush with last fall’s ice peeking through. Hell, I bet they had to shovel the driveway to get the Subaru out. That’s not spring skiing, and never will be.

Keanu Reeves Really Can Shoot

Keanu Reeves Really Can Shoot

Keanu is making a nice living for himself shooting people in amusing ways with the whole John Wick thing. If it wasn’t for him, all we’d have is Liam Neeson shooting people in amusing ways. I never really got the impression that Liam could kick anyone’s arse from watching his grumpy old man goes on a rampage movies, of which there are many to choose from. But it appears that Keanu really can shoot a bit.

Next thing you know, they’ll be telling us that Cary Grant really did sleep with a lot of women.

7 Minutes of Glorious Ferrari Engine Noise

7 Minutes of Glorious Ferrari Engine Noise

Well, it’s got a gearbox like a Rubik’s cube, but I do believe I could handle that sucker. Of course it costs more than buying your average island, including Rhode Island, I think, so I won’t get the chance. But every red-blooded borderline boy has always wanted to wrap a Ferrari around something. Dad’s Ferrari, I mean. I’d feel bad if I crashed my own Ferrari.