The NBA rulebook states,
A flagrant foul-penalty (1) is unnecessary contact committed by a player against an opponent.
A flagrant foul-penalty (2) is unnecessary and excessive contact committed by a player against an opponent. It is an unsportsmanlike act and the offender is ejected immediately.
We figured we’d kick it up a notch (one notch exactly) with flagrant3, and bring this same reckless abandon to postings about everything and nothing at the same time. Meaning we haven’t a clue what we’re doing.
We’re just three dudes out of Toronto who want to let the world in on our sometimes interesting, sometimes informative, and very random opinions, beliefs, and banter on our world’s yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
So sit back on your chair, prepare some Bagel Bites, pour yourself a glass of SunnyD, read a post, and leave a comment – we’ll be here all day.
(Well probably not all day, but we’ll be on this a lot.)
Much of Elementary School was a snoozer, but every now and then there were moments that make you reminisce about old times, hide your face from embarrassment, or clench your fist. Despite our teachers impressing math equations, grammar, and foreign language, most of my memory retained hit singles, latest sneakers, and of course school dances.
Most people have regretful fashion memories, although there’s very little difference between my fashion then to now, more noticeably my clothes aren’t as loose fitting. Back in the day I was all about the khaki pants and v-neck shirts , I had a very casual, comfortable, but trendy style. AirForce1s, Adidas, Phat Farms, and Chucks were a craze. Hype around Phat Farm shoes have died down, but the other three continue to be strong. AirForce1s and Adidas have taken a home in the hip-hop scene, while Chucks entertains a more alternative demographic. My current style leans towards a business casual – I have evolved with the boy bands. Jeans and blazers now fill my closet.
Remember that rap-it-up song by the spice girls? 2 become 1, song’s a classic. Who else at the time was promoting safe sex? They should of taken a chapter from Puffy’s book and changed their names, Baby Spice could of been called Plan B. Our generation was all about baby-making music though. Usher – Nice & Slow (don’t be fooled by the title), another erotic classic, reveals an exhibitionist side to Usher. Dude is driving downtown, he’s contemplating where to lay you down, but he really wants to pull over and get something freaky started. Boys 2 Men – I’ll make love to you, enough said.
Like most kiddy dances, everyone hugged the walls, sticking to various cliques, boys on one side girls on the other. Imagine Moses parting the Red Sea, except the two sides of the Red Sea were prepubescent teens, and Egyptians crossing were equivalent to slow jams – the two sides suddenly mesh together. You didn’t need to know Michael Jackson footwork, Ricky Martin bon-bon shakes, or Darrin Dewitt Henson shoulder motions, slowing dancing was simple.
Play that one hit wonder, look through that yearbook, reminisce about your youth. My yesteryear was defined by pop fashion, catchy choruses, and hilarious hijinks. Here’s to 10 years into the future, with me recalling my blazers, Hate That I Love You, Asian women, and Korean barbeque.
Pictured on your right (no your other right), Jed at thirteen – from his grade school yearbook. And as vague as that blurb seems to be, he was, and I guess is still that dude. But what’s written there is only part of the story – and really how well can you know someone from reading a grade school blurb? So I’d like to let you know a little bit more about the kid that was, and the bigger kid that is, Jed.
Originally born in the Philippines, Jed moved to Parkdale, Toronto at the age of eight. His grade school experience was a whole lot of 7-Eleven mixed Slurpees and ten cent candy, hiding games in the local Blockbuster and Bacon Cheeseburgers at Burger King. High School was a whole lot of Dufferin Mall, PRO-LINE and bootlegged Dreamcast games. And University, let’s just say I wont bother linking to Sociology or Economics, because I’m sure Jed doesn’t know what they are either. But he does know what four straight summers in lecture halls feel like – and hopefully will know what a degree looks like pretty soon.
It’s not too hard to understand him – all you have to do is turn on a TV. You see, he was (and it could be argued that still is being) raised by a television. So if you know your TV, you pretty much know him. And it’s with this knowledge, that I give you the following formula:
Arthur Read + Theodore Huxtable + Arnold + Danny Tanner + Al Borland + Chuck Swirsky + Leo Laporte + Question Mark + Thomas Thompson
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What can you expect from his posts? A lot of nonsense treated with excessive significance. As well as a lot of significant issues treated nonsensically. The “You think you know, but you have no idea” type of things.
“Whoa look at me, so full of hope, ambition, and determination. sigh I’m not that anymore.”
Looking at this grad photo really takes me back. Back to all those times when the teacher asked “In 5 – 10 years, what do you see yourself doing?” And my response then has always been the same: “I don’t know.” I was never the one that actually had a realistic vision of the future, I was the dreamer and to say the least I was damn proud of it.
It’s really tough to talk about the past because I chose to forget many of those memories, however I do miss the laid-back attitude I revelled in as a child. There were really no consequences. Think about it. Talking in class, would at most probably garner a phone call home. Now talking in class gets you kicked out by the prof, you miss the lecture/notes and you pretty much just threw away part of the money you paid for that course. Suffice to say, the past was more simple.
Fast forward 8 years. Oddly enough not much has change over the past 8 years. I’m still that same guy that makes those inappropriate jokes at the most inappropriate times. I can’t take anything seriously, which I consider an asset cause there are way too many uptight mofos in this world. I’m still loud and crude when I’m around people I know, but tend to close off when I’m with a group of strangers. Mainly because of the fact that I’d much rather have them think I’m an ass after they’ve had the chance to get to know me. That way they know it was just all for show. I’m into sports, particularly the NBA and NFL, I’m an avid follower of those two. I’m still highly addicted to video games. And since playing video games is becoming a social-norm I’m proud to say that. That’s basically me in a nutshell and to top things off, if I had one word to describe myself: slacker.
-Julian, slacker of flagrant3.
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Caught the bit about the old PJs on YTV (Jed?). Love the Bulls analogy. Solid.