golf

Evil Monsters

Another evil lawsuit from the jerks at Monster Cable, who are single-handedly making a mockery of our legal system and the idea of intellectual property. This time, it’s an innocent mini golf course franchise that’s the result of a nice Rhode Island couple’s blood, sweat and tears. Monster Cable (as always) claims that consumers might be confused about another product being branded “Monster” anything, because they apparently think consumers who are in the market for overpriced audio cable might accidentally end up buying a round of mini golf instead, out of confusion. So in addition to having a very warped view of right and wrong, Monster Cable also thinks we’re all really stupid.

Read the full story as Monster Mini Golf details it, and visit the ebay auction posted there to donate to their legal fund. You can also read the call to arms at Audioholics.com and join the Facebook group. What else can you do? Well, stop buying Monster Cable. You shouldn’t have been, anyway, as any audiophile will tell you it’s no better than a coat hangar at transmitting an audio signal. So save your money… and send a little to Rhode Island to fight a Monster (the bad kind).

Credit to Matthew Inman, one of my web-media role models, for the quirky pig monster image.

Spoiled

I’ve spent most of the day trying out new Christmas gifts, or finding homes for them in my apartment, or shopping online for accessories to accompany them. I was planning to spend the day pulling down lights and trees and tinsel and boxing them up for a somber return to their $40/month windowless prison, but I guess I’m just not done being festive yet.

My friends and family really treated me well this year – I guess they think I’ve been good? Lucky for you all, several of my gifts were photography-related, and in testing them out I’ve taken shots of things that are at best artistic and at worst at least a little more interesting than they could have been. My DSLR camera is no longer lonely and underutilized, as a sweet Canon 75-300mm lens joined the party, along with remotes, filters (including this Thanks I’m sure to Dad’s influence, a gorgeous new set of graphite golf drivers found its way under the tree, and a set of new hybrid steel/graphite irons are being made to custom length for me and will be shipped when they’re ready. I ordered shoes on a sweet Amazon sale yesterday, so with all the new gear Dad’s been sending my way the last few months and the extra accessories under the tree, I’m set for spring. I’m especially excited about this stuff because it’s something Dad and I enjoy doing together that doesn’t involve taking the engine out of my car again. 😉
Eric and Mya spoiled me a little early this year, with a giant grab-bag full of toys and souvenirs from their Thanksgiving spent in Japan. Besides the ultra-rare Z32 model (which I haven’t opened fully yet – it still contains Japanese air!) my fav item is the positively-frameable Nismo racing team calendar. It’s bigger than my TV screen and every glorious page could hang on the wall all year.
Steph returned from Sweden with a basketful of holiday goodies just in time to keep me well-stocked for my parents’ visit. Cups of hot glgg kept us warm and filled the void left in me every year come Christmastime by the lack of gluhwein stands in America. And if you happen to have smoked salmon, rice crackers and lingonberry jam in your kitchen and you haven’t made a feast of them yet, you’re seriously wasting an opportunity.
Even my bank got into the spirit, issuing me extra reward points for Christmas that I spent on a very choice poker set which showed up on the 28th. Ironically, a letter from them arrived the same day encouraging me to take advantage of their new online stock market integration features in 2007. I think Citibank may be encouraging me to gamble.
After spending two years on my wishlist, I’ve finally got the proper footwear to be the next Mario Andretti, or at least to stop tearing up all my other shoes because they’re not designed to withstand the rigors of heel-toe downshifting. If these Piloti Spyder‘s are the daily footwear of the instructors at Bondurant then they should get me thru a few saturdays at autocross with aplomb. Of course, I had to have the red ones. The laces cinch up with a toggle – if only the rest of my wardrobe were similarly engineered for speed.
Per my usual (and per my Amazon wishlist) cartoons, PS2 games and ski movies were the discs du jour. If you added a James Bond movie and an additional action movie featuring a good car chase, you’d pretty much have a microcosm of my entertainment bookshelf. Cause that’s the way (uh huh, uh huh) I like it.
Passed down to her by her grampa, my Mom bestowed upon me the knife sharpening stone that actually originally belonged to my great-grandfather’s brother Carlo (or Charlie, as he was called after emigrating to the US from Italy). My first step will be to identify and prevent the decay that seems to be overtaking the wood handle. After that, I plan to build a classy knife block to house it and my ironically non-sharpenable Chef Tony knives, which have thus far defied fitting properly into any knife block that wasn’t made especially for them.

In a spontaneous moment of gift-card-induced indulgence, i ordered one last Christmas gift which should arrive in a couple of weeks. I’ll wait and save the pictures (and maybe even a video!) when for it arrives, along with a full review since I don’t buy something this leading-edge very often. In the meantime, you can start thinking of cute nicknames for my new