Woman throws rocks, sicks dogs on Providence TV reporter. The woman had asked the reporter and cameraman to leave after they tried to ask her questions about an arrest made in the shooting death of her daughter.
We got out of dinner and back to the car with about two minutes left in the first period of the Bruins-Penguins game last night and immediately put it on the radio. When the period ended, we flipped over to the Red Sox game.
Here’s my conclusion:
- Listening to hockey on the radio is like listening to an auctioneer.
- Listening to baseball on the radio often resembles a visit with an elderly relative, complete with reminiscences of bygone days, mentions of obscure people, mundane observations of the weather and the occasional comment about what’s on sale at Shaw’s (the official supermarket of the Boston Red Sox).
That is all.
We’re still in soft-launch mode, but we are up and running on all the major social media fronts. Choose your favorite way (or all the ways) to keep up with ColdBomb:
- Email: weekly newsletter sent every Thursday with the week’s top posts, and we never share your contact info)
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- Twitter: Links to every article as soon as its published, plus retweets of stuff we like on other sites.
- Google+: Just getting going with this. You can also circle ColdBomb founder, editor and chief writer Dave Copeland.
- Pinterest: Whole bunch of stuff we find on the Web and like. Plus the Men’s Fashion Douche board, where we post photos of completely useless fashions with snarky comments.
Courtesy of MyLife.
When you post a profile photo on your social network, what is it saying about you? Is it a photo you dug out of your 10-year-old scrapbook when you were younger and cuter? Is it showing off your fancy world traveling? Or is it the one of you with your friends but your friends are cropped out because you’re really the most important one anyway? We explore some of the most common profile photos seen around the web and reveal their meaning.
Hint: Yawn a lot.
Plus, words of wisdom: “If you’re talking just to hear the sound of your own voice, you really don’t have anything to say.”
Or is it Mancave? Either way, it’s annoying, and I apologize in advance to any men who have a man cave, or any women who have subjected their significant others to the indignity of a man cave, that happen to be reading this.
We’re setting up the ColdBomb Pinterest account (not much there yet, but feel free to start following our boards and see some cool stuff in the weeks and months to come) and, as we go through the process of setting up boards, we’re noticing the Man Cave trend is alive and well. And it is being kept alive by women who refer to their spouse as “hubby” and make them Man Cave Survival Kits, complete with blankets described as “cozy.”
The Man Cave is nothing new – it’s just the terminology that has changed. When we were boys we built forts, and our dads had home offices, workshops or garages that were called offices, workshops or garages. Our dads didn’t use them to get away from our moms, and they certainly didn’t have our moms decorate them with neon beer signs, dorm room posters and crafty signs with allegedly humorous lists of rules for the space (i.e. “Junk Food Is Nutritious!” and “Farting Allowed!”).
There is something dignity-sapping about being told your sense of style and your interests are so sad and pathetic that they have to be hidden in the basement and labeled with a “Men Only” sign on the door, thereby clearing the woman of the house of any complicity of whatever may lie within.
In large part, the fault lies with us. Most of us find wives in our 20′s and early 30′s, a time when money can be tight and exposure to finer things in life can be even tighter. A generation of Ikea boys who decorated their apartments with a mix of five-year furniture with unpronounceable names and an autographed and framed Mighty, Mighty Bosstones poster leftover from our college days (guilty) doesn’t necessarily inspire much confidence in our ability to make good choices in decorating the family abode.
Author John Gray, who started the tren to popularize the concept of an in-home Man Cave in his 1992 book, “Men Are From Mas, Women Are From Venus,” told the L.A. Times last year that women still thank him:
“Women come up to me and say: ‘Thank you for explaining his cave. I always used to take it personally, and now I understand he just needs time in the cave and then he comes out.’”
Notice he’s not bragging about men coming up to him and thanking him for being relegated to the dankest, darkest corner of the house. And if you had any doubt that the concept of a Man Cave has jumped the shark, we direct you to March 1, 2011, when the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office grants retailer HomeGoods service mark protection for the phrase “mom cave.”
A lot of the ideal Man Caves we’ve seen women pin on Pinterest look like this:
And a lot of the real-life Man Caves we’ve seen loom like this:
One reeks of class. The other just reeks. And we’re guessing the owner of the first image doesn’t stoop to actually using the term “Man Cave.”
You may not buy cigars often, but when you do, it’s easy to feel intimidated by a humidor, or even a display case, of different brands, shapes, styles and shades. If your instinct is to just buy the most expensive one you can afford, you probably won’t go wrong. But there are better ways to choose a cigar that can help you find bargains and understand the true appeal of the habit.