So as of today I’ve taken another big step forward in the journey of realizing my ultimate goal. I took the steps to being published on two websites that have daily traffic in the millions and I got a gig with a site that covers local and regional MMA. Anybody that knows me knows how I feel about the sport of MMA, how can I not be excited to have the opportunity to cover something that I enjoy so much! Beyond that I started blogging over at SB nation recently in hopes to build a big enough resume to become a staff writer on one of their many MMA sites. So with that said I’ll be making a few changes here. Nothing that will change the format but something that will help expose my readers to more than just what I have to spout off here on my blog. Continue reading
Now let me start by reassuring you that your favorite stripper has not passed away but in fact I’m writing about the loss of my favorite liquor store treat. As a matter of fact I’m talking about the death of the best microwave burrito that the world had ever tasted, REL’S RED HOT BURRITO. Let me start at the beginning of my relationship with the delicious treat that was a red hot. I originally discovered the king of the liquor store lunch menu in 1988. Continue reading
So over the last 24 hours I’ve been subject endless times to the fact that Whitney Houston has passed away. I was actually first informed of her death by the girl behind the counter at the chicken restaurant as me and my mother walked back through the door to pick up the food we had ordered ten minutes earlier. Continue reading
So today while rummaging through boxes that me and my significant other have stuffed so generously into our son’s closet I came across something that took me back to days of my youth. Now what I was initially looking for were old theatre calendar’s for a piece I’m working on, but what I came across was a few old wrestling magazines along with my official idiots guide to professional wrestling! The book actually came from the tail end of my interest in the sport. My obsession with pro wrestling started sometime in the early 80’s. I couldn’t tell you exactly when, but I can say as long as I’ve had memory’s professional wrestling has been part of them. Continue reading
Yesterday while I was at work I watched two of our regular customers dump quarter after quarter into the multicade machine we have in our micro arcade area. Seriously it’s small we only have the multicade and ms. pac-man! Watching them play that machine took me back to my days of youth when I would pump quarters like my life depended on it into the games at the round table pizza and two star liquors around the corner from my house. I miss the days when I could spend hours huddled around some random arcade game with my quarter posted up on the glass waiting to be up next. Those were the days! So in honor of those games I went hungry for pumping my lunch money into that glowing red coin slot I present you with 20 random marquees of the games that robbed me of my youth and my dignity…
There used to be a clear line between unwanted and worthless versus vintage and valuable. Nowadays that line is blurred beyond recognition, as a matter of fact it doesn’t even exist anymore. If it’s old nowadays it must be worth a fortune right? Well that’s where you’re absolutely and completely wrong! Between ebay, etsy and the variously crappy auction type reality shows every clown that has gone to a flea market once has become a seasoned antiques expert. Continue reading
Like so many others of my generation Street Fighter 2 was the official passing of the guard in arcade gaming. Sure the original Street Fighter was a great game and something completely different than anything around at the time, but it didn’t have the impact that the sequel did. It didn’t have the frenzy and addiction behind it like part two did. Street Fighter 2 was the first game I personally remember entering a competition for. I drew the winner of the tournament in my first match, imagine that! I can say SF2 officially ruined my life but in a good way. It has had such an impact on my life that I’ve Continue reading
So I’ve officially been published! I guess I’m almost famous… well not really but it still feels great! It’s an official start, my words inked onto a few pages stuffed between numerous other authors. If that isn’t a start I don’t know what is?Now I just gotta keep pushing forward and following through. Click the link and check it out!
If any of you reading this have ever been to the flea market or a garage sale you understand the importance of being a master haggler! It’s the thrill of getting to buy something they wanted three bucks for at the low low price of seventy five cents. Purchasing those pair of slightly never ever worn pumas for only ten bucks or getting the entire tales from the crypt collection unwrapped on DVD for forty dollars. I once purchased a original framed UFC Shamrock vs. Severn poster along with a framed collection that included a news paper article, two tickets and fighter credentials from a local San Jose fighter all for only $10! Continue reading
It was the fall of 1992 and I didn’t know it yet but my life was about to change. I was just at home doing nothing being your typical fourteen year old when the phone rang, it was my best friend on the other line excitedly telling me about this new game he just played at the local golfland. He proceeded to tell me about how you could kill people after you beat them and some dude at the arcade finished him off by ripping his heart from his chest and taking a bite out of his warm still beating blood pumper. Continue reading
Whatever happened to the great American arcade? Where did the good old days go? That time way back when a quarter had value, it had meaning. That meaning was a credit, a glorious single credit. Back in those days that’s all it cost, one quarter. Continue reading
So it’s been on my brain for a few days now just eating away at that area that makes the comparisons. Hour after hour, minute after minute my mind has been spinning trying to figure it out. What would be worse, being invaded by aliens or having a zombie apocalypse? You’re probably thinking what kind of idiotic question is that? Is this moron serious? I know it sounds farfetched or maybe even plain ol’ dumb, but bare with me here. Let’s analyze the facts here. Continue reading
So just moments ago I was reminded of the time my son was taken by his boo boo (A/K/A/ grandma) to his girlfriend’s house to see her. But when he went upstairs and peered from her bedroom window a wild site was bestowed upon him….. He witnessed a BEAR fighting a GORILLA. Well in the middle of this awesome battle he looked over only to realize a giant LOBSTER was approaching! Oh the horror! Well as luck has it the bear and the gorilla teamed up to defeat the lobster and save him and his girlfriend!
Oh how great it is to be four years old. There’s nothing that’s impossible and the sky’s the limit, or at least whatever your young mind can imagine. Sometimes I miss being a kid and the things that came along with it. Try telling that story at work and be dead serious, I’m pretty sure it won’t go over to well. When your four it’s cute, when your forty….. Well it’s just plain ol’ crazy.
By Jason Burum
So a few weeks back me and my son took a little journey to the local corner store to pick up the usual suspects to accommodate our gourmet lunch (grilled cheese sandwiches). The owner of the store just happens to be Muslim so throughout the day he has to pray. Well that day we showed up he was inside screen door locked doing his thing. If any of you know any Muslims you know that during prayer nothing is a distraction. Nope not even that guy banging on your screen doing yelling as loud as possible because his need for a blunt wrap is more important than your beliefs! During our wait outside we were accompanied by one of the neighborhood dealers a young Asian guy that lives a few houses away. As we stand and wait in that summer heat he turns to me and says “Is it hard?”
I was confused, I had no clue what he was asking at first. So I asked “Is what hard?”
“Being a father” I asked him if he was expecting and he was. He said his girlfriend was about eight weeks along and that at first he was excited but now he’s kind of scared. He said how selling weed isn’t profitable enough to take care of his family and how he didn’t want for his kid to grow up out here on the streets. That right there told me he genuinely waned something better for his child than the life he’s led up to this point.
But the question at hand was “Is being a father hard?”
I told him “It is what you make it” The honest truth is being a father isn’t as hard as it is challenging. It’s about having patience as much as it is about having love and compassion for your children. To me it’s not about buying love, it’s about developing it. Kids are sponges and they’re going to absorb the things you teach them. I’ve seen kid’s potty trained at sixteen months and I’ve seen kid’s five years old in diapers. It’s about the time you put in and the things you teach them, involvement is the number one thing in a child’s development. Personally all I want for my kids are for them to grow up to be good people. I don’t expect them to graduate from Harvard or become a baseball star or even the president. My expectations are nothing more than for them to grow up to genuine whole hearted good people. There are people out there that feel having a child is nothing more than a huge inconvenience to they’re way of life and never do more than the bare minimum to keep that child alive and nothing more. But to people like the guy I talked with at the store it’s a blessing. It’s a new start to a new life, being able to change the negative into positive and do things you wouldn’t have followed through with before.
Our children are the future of our existence. Just because you have a million dollars and I only have eighty cents doesn’t make you better than me, it just makes you different. If my son our daughter grow up to teach that lesson to their kid’s my job as a father will have been fully realized! The challenge of being a parent is amazing, just when I want to scream one of my kid’s does something to make me smile.
By Jason Burum