More random bits

There are times in my life that remind me why I don't play sports.

Last night I went to watch my office softball team play their last(?) game of the season. I don't actually play with the team 'cause, to be honest, I really suck at softball.

Really, really suck.

I don't know if my co-workers actually believed that or just thought I was lazy.

I managed to convince them last night.

So after a foul ball, I ran to retrieve the errant game bit. The ref asked me to throw it over the 18 foot chain link fence.

Did I mention I suck at softball? Let me clarify: I can hit a ball pitched at me with moderate accuracy. I can't catch to save my life (unless using my face to intercept the ball counts). Mainly, I can't throw. Be it a football, a baseball, a softball, whatever. I can't throw for shit.

So in front of two softball teams I tried to throw the ball over the fence. It barely left my hand and rolled a few inches up to land on the roof of the dugout (about a foot away from me) and roll back to me.

Good times.

The ribbing I'll receive will likely be appropriately merciless.

Ah well. What goes around...

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It's no secret to anyone who knows me that I like some pretty violent movies. I especially like some of the cinematic craftings from Japan and Hong Kong that cater to my need for a little martial arts action with my cartoonish violence.

I don't like "torture porn" (e.g., "Saw") or watching scenes in movies where women and children are hurt. I'm squeamish that way and I'm comfortable with that.

But I do like my cartoonish violence. Favorites include "Battle Royale" (a strange exception to the children rule where schoolkids massacre one another on an island for a crazy government), "Azumi" (90 pound assassin girl massacres an entire army single-handed... good times), "Sky High" (not the Disney superhero flick, I mean the Japanese movie based on some TV show), and so on.

Yesterday I managed to get my hands on a flick called "Machine Girl". Essentially, a schoolgirl gets her arm replaced with a machine gun and goes out to hunt down the Yakuza-ninja clan (yes... I mean Yakuza and ninja clan) that murdered her brother.

It's so cartoonishly gorey that I find myself laughing at it.

This, of course, means I'm terribly sick and I'm fine with that.