Taylor Swift

  • 01 Oct

    Taylor Swift, Baseball Hater

    Taylor Swift has moved on from our former feud and set her target on all of baseball.  It’s a big target, yes, but systematically as her star has risen to playing tons of outdoor stadium concerts she has taken it upon herself to cast a curse on her hosts.

    Consider the evidence.  The Washington Nationals were 48-39 and led their division by two games on July 13 when Taylor came to town to play two nights of shows.  Baseball fans were happy.  Swifities were happy.

    But things fell apart as soon as Taylor left town.  During the first game after the concerts, the lights went out multiple times, ultimately leading to the game being suspended.  The Nats short-circuited too, collapsing in spectacular fashion with a 32-39 record since she walked off stage.

    Taylor went on to do string of shows at football stadiums, an NBA arena and one home to an NHL team.  On August 29 she returned to the Major Leagues at the home of the San Diego Padres.  How did that turn out?  Let’s consult the table showing Record After Taylor (RAT):

    That’s right, Taylor showed us incredible things and all the Padres have to show for it is bad blood and an 11-18 record since.

    The story of the Houston Astros is more tragic.  Emerging from years of futility to compete for a playoff spot unexpectedly early in their rebuild cycle, they led their division by two games after crushing Oakland at the same time Taylor was on stage at their home.

    Their next eight games looked like this: L, L, W, L, L, L, L, L.  Just like that they trailed the division by two and a half games.  That’s where they sit now heading into the final weekend of the season with their 8-11 RAT.

    One of the great stories in the league this year has been the Toronto Blue Jays, who were under .500 midway through the year and now have the best record in the American League.  But they shouldn’t jump ahead to making World Series plans or even any arrangements for the second round of the playoffs.

    Taylor Swift is playing shows at their stadium on Friday and Saturday.  The last time that happened, in 2013, a much worse version of the Blue Jays saw their record decline in line with the curse.

    Maybe one day Taylor will shake off her hatred for great things like baseball and let them fill the blank space in her heart.  I knew she was trouble.

  • 10 Jan

    T-Swizz Video

    My friend Anastasia tasked me with watching videos from my one-time nemesis Taylor Swift and discussing how they relate to events in my life.

    Technologically, this was one of the more satisfying posts I’ve done in a while thanks to my Chromecast allowing me to watch YouTube videos on my TV:

    I started with Blank Space and went down the rabbit hole of videos in the side column.

    Let’s just get to the most important part of this video, which depicts my truly ideal relationship:

    When you’re riding bikes inside your dope library, what other concerns could you have in life?

    “You look like my next mistake.”  One could argue given my track record that I make a lot of mistakes in the dating world.  After all, for every weird or unsuccessful first date I’ve ever been on (a large number), there was a point at which I thought that person was a great idea.  I should be saying this to myself every time from now on.

    Wait a minute, are they staying at Mr. Burns’ house?  Looks like they’re taking his security hounds for a walk:

    “They’ll tell you I’m insane.”  To be honest, for a long time I thought this line was “They’ll tell you all your mistakes.”  Really though, wouldn’t this be a useful service?  You wouldn’t have to ever look if you didn’t want to, but I can’t tell you the number of times I wished I could have a Yelp review of a date.  How many stars?  What was great, what did she hate?  This should be a thing in 2015.

    “‘Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”  This in whole sums up my dating life, and yet I’m so thankful that I’ve managed to dodge this is in a single person.  Yes, a few interesting experiences, but at least no knives have been involved.

    Next stop: Shake it Off.  I see Taylor found the outfit I sleep in:

    “I go on too many dates, but I can’t make ’em stay…”  See the above section, though fortunately I can usually pretty quickly shake it off.  I do enjoy her spirit of dorkily trying all of these things in the video, especially when she drops my clumsy spirit animal move to close it out:

    Moving on to I Knew You Were Trouble.

    “…and I realize, the blame is on me.”  This is the hardest thing in any relationship/dating situation.  It’s hard not to blame yourself for a lot of things, especially when in hindsight it seems like you should have known better.  “Now I realize, the joke is on me.”  And then walk away feeling stupid.  Shaking off, shaking off, shaking off…

    This song reminds me of helping to paint my friend MacKenzie’s apartment, mainly because it was during that operation that I heard this whole album for the first (and only?) time.  This was a really “small world” day.  While painting in one room, I heard a guy in another room talking about one of his coworkers — roughly the same story I had heard from another friend of mine.  I raced in there and confirmed that this guy and my friend worked at the same place with the same ridiculous coworker.  To add another element, I also learned around that same time that MacKenzie was friends with a girl in North Carolina who was my niece’s daycare teacher.  You want even more?  I just learned a few weeks ago that MacKenzie is friends with Anastasia’s housemate.  That’s a pretty small world.

    I would be remiss if I did not point out the particularly punk Taylor in this video.  She looks in this shot roughly how I do when I stare at a blaring alarm clock:

    Let’s go to We Are Never Getting Back Together.  The band in this video is truly frightening:

    Like, seriously what is their deal:

    With her new foray into pop, is this the same band she’s had her whole career?  I’d like someone to answer this for me so I don’t have to look it up.

    “This is exhausting.”  Taylor’s catalog of songs about dating distilled into three simple, poignant words.

    I don’t know about, but now I’m feeling 22.  Speaking of perfectly speaking to my life, let’s talk about this T-shirt:

    “Not a lot going on at the moment.”  Yeah that pretty well describes sitting on my couch watching Taylor Swift videos.  No overscheduled life for this guy.

    “It feels like one of those nights, we won’t be sleeping.”  If that’s not about a guy who works overnights then I don’t know what is.  “It feels like a perfect night, for eating breakfast at midnight.”  Oh that nails it too.  I have no idea what to call each meal of the day, but generally settle on moving “lunch” to the middle of the night and leaving the others alone.

    Next on the playlist: Teardrops on My Guitar by SUPER YOUNG TAYLOR WITH STONES GLUED TO HER HAND.

    Sorry for the CAPS, that was just a huge change in looks.

    I had this song stuck in my head a lot when it was on the radio.  I was living in Jacksonville, Fla., and my alarm clock struggled to dial in the local rock station, so I had it set to the pop station.  Day after day after day it went off in the wee hours with Taylor lamenting this boy she was super into but who was otherwise entangled.  Not the ideal song for waking you up, but often it would be followed by something like this that would make me get out of bed:

    Back to Taylor and You Belong With Me.  I think this is her most effective “YOU’RE MAKING TERRIBLE LIFE CHOICES BY CHOOSING SOMEONE ELSE OVER ME” song.  She gets right to the point: “You belong with me.”  It’s a little toward the stalker end of the spectrum, but I get it.  It sucks when you see someone in a relationship that is clearly not ideal and you feel you would be better, and yet the world doesn’t play along.  This dude is with me:

    Later he sign-asks if she’s going to the prom(?) and she sign-replies that she is not, and will instead spend the evening studying.  I did that, without the sign part, and swapped out studying for selling shoes at my part-time job.  Fourteen years later, I stand by my decision.  (She does end up going, but whatevs.)

    Let’s do two more, starting with Love Story.

    Taylor rocks a lot of curly hair in this era.  Brief research indicates her hair is naturally curly.  What’s the deal with straightening?  I know several people who I personally think look pretty damn great with curly hair and yet talk about how they spend hours every week straightening it.  One has told me it’s more “predictable,” which as a short-haired individual I can’t begin to appreciate versus the effort involved.  But I say girls with curls, let them be!

    This song is also one that helped launch my feud with Taylor, as described in this classic post.

    And we’re closing out with Everything Has Changed.  This is a nice story about two kids who appear to have grown up and gone to school together.  The tiny Ed Sheeran is pretty entertaining:

    “All I know since yesterday is everything has changed.”  The growing up together angle, and this line about their situation wholly shifting in a day pretty well describes a major part of my book.  Remember that little project?  It’s been a while since I’ve talked about it here, but on my desk right now is an edited manuscript, and in my life is a friend who has pledged to paint me a cover design.  In your life in the not too distant future is the chance to actually read the thing. 

    Until next time.

  • 18 Sep

    Mini Redemption

    Four years ago, Taylor Swift tried to ruin my life.

    She and another young blond girl conspired to derail my epic putt-putt golf match against my friend Mike, handing him a victory that rightly should have been mine.

    Fortunately, you can’t keep me down for long, and Mike and I returned last night to Down Under Golf, the Australian-themed course that has long been our favorite.  Fueled by cheeseburgers and waffle fry nachos (tortilla chips are so 2013), we played a four-round, 72-hole match that included a visit from some local wildlife:

    Rabbits of Ocean City are very friendly pic.twitter.com/yg1lbnd2hy
    — Chris Hannas (@cjhannas) September 17, 2014

    As great as this picture is, we actually missed capturing the best moment.  For a solid minute the little guy was chillin three inches from me.  Next time we’ll be less in the moment and do the right thing for social media.

    The putt-putt action did not start off well for me.  The first three rounds ended like this:

    Round 1 — Carolina blue ball — Down 3 strokes
    Round 2 — Neon yellow ball — Down 4 strokes
    Round 3 — Green ball — Down 6 strokes

    The black ball disappeared into whatever unknown underground repository that collects such things on the 18th hole and Mike asked if I wanted to go again.  I said I wasn’t going down without a fight.

    I grabbed a lucky black ball and strode heroically back to the first hole.

    “I’m going to make up these six strokes…and then win by three,” I said.  He didn’t seem very concerned.  Until of course I started knocking down shots and his pink ball betrayed him again and again.

    On the ninth hole, I notched a hole-in-one, and when Mike got a two, my six-stroke comeback was complete.  All tied up with nine to play.

    Then I got a hole-in-one on the next hole too.  Mike was pretty concerned.

    We headed to the 17th hole with me ahead by two strokes.  I won that one, and when we tied on the 18th, my prediction was complete: a six-stroke deficit made up and a three-stroke advantage gained.

    Mike’s reaction was pretty much this:

    Fortunately for him, today we’re playing real golf, and there’s pretty much no chance I’ll be beating him there. Unless of course, Sage is there.

  • 02 Nov

    Hey Taylor

    It’s been a long time since I mentioned Taylor Swift here, mainly because her quest to ruin my life appears to be over.

    We never had direct peace talks, but both sides seemed to have lost the will to continue the fight and we settled back into a sort of neutral stance.  However, that’s not true for her and another member of my family.

    Last weekend I went to see a “Moneyball” with my mom and brother Pat.  Mom, a country music fan, was driving and when the very first notes of a Taylor Swift song came on the radio she immediately changed the station.  This was not nearly the first time I had witnessed this phenomenon, but in case there was any doubt as to her feelings towards Ms. Swift, my mom added, “I don’t understand why everyone else thinks she’s so wonderful.”

    Last night mom and Pat went to a hockey game at the Verizon Center, and my brother sent me a text message saying they saw a Taylor Swift poster go by as they went up the escalator to their level.  “She’s trying to follow mom,” he said.

    I get that maybe Taylor was tired of feuding with someone taller than her, but I don’t get why she has to keep pursuing these quarrelsome relationships.  Hey Taylor, it’s OK to just play your guitar and sing.  I’m perfectly fine with that.  My cousin, who has used your picture as his Facebook profile photo, is definitely fine with that.

    Though maybe you shouldn’t do it when my mom is around.

  • 21 Oct

    Read Like It’s 2009

    Yesterday was all about catching up with posts from this year.

    Today I’ll follow up with the best 9 posts of 2009. Like yesterday, these are in chronological order, not ranked by merit:

    Door-othy We’re Not in Kansas Anymore
    A debate erupts on the merits of opening car doors for female companions.

    Taylor Swift: Pregnant and Confused?
    I start a rumor about my nemesis, Taylor Swift, with some help from The Washington Post.

    The Smell of Cheap Living
    A poor choice (in hindsight) at the grocery store takes me back to a time of very cheap living. (Note: I will never ever under any circumstances buy these things again).

    Peace Out
    I react to the negative uproar that follows President Obama’s Nobel Peace Prize win.

    In Defense of Sweatpants
    A Newsweek article grinds my gears on the topic of men wearing sweatpants in public.

    But the Hat Came Back
    A key piece of my winter wardrobe comes back into my life, years after it was stolen by a swift, crafty blonde.

    All I’m Askin’ is Please, Forgive Me
    Music triggers a round of neighborhood carpool nostalgia.

    Creative Confusion
    Making use of elementary school artwork, and my horrendous handwriting gets me in trouble.

    Do It Yourself Ping Pong
    You never made your own ping pong paddle? Well we did.

    I do not plan retrospectives for the other years in the archives, though there is some good material in there. Solid new stuff coming soon — stay tuned.

  • 12 Nov

    Taylor Swift: Pregnant and Confused?

    Thanks to Kanye West, I think my feud with Taylor Swift is over. But now she may have a beef with the Washington Post.

    In this morning’s edition, the Style section has a banner index promoting their coverage of last night’s CMAs. Apparently Taylor became the youngest person to win entertainer of the year, which got her a picture in the index.

    Unfortunately, the section also has an article about pregnancy, indexed as “Pregnant and confused?” Put Taylor’s picture with that line and you get this:

    To see a more complete context click here.

    I wonder if anyone at the Post thought, “Hm, something looks awry with that.” Or maybe they have it out for her. Hard to say.

    And in case you missed it, she turned in a pretty good performance hosting SNL last weekend (and appearing in just about every second of it).

    If you missed the earlier post about Taylor Swift hating me, click here.

  • 30 Aug

    Taylor Swift Hates Me

    It’s pretty clear that Taylor Swift is out to get me.

    If you happen to know her, maybe you can ask her what she has against me.

    This weekend I was in Ocean City, MD, for a few days of sand, surf and golf-related fun. I went with my friend Mike, who also happens to be my main mini-golf rival.

    At some point in our trip, we always end up at Down Under Golf, an Australian-themed putt-putt place that serves as our “home course.” There are a few spectacular things about Down Under. The first is that you can play as many rounds as you’d like before 6 p.m. The second is that you get free ice cream after your round finally comes to an end.

    We use sort of a match play style, keeping a running tally of who has won the most holes. After the first round, I was up by two–including sinking a hole-in-one on No. 18. After two rounds, Mike was ahead by 1.

    This is where Taylor comes into play.


    Did I give Taylor Swift the stink-eye?

    I had one bad hole, somewhere around No. 15 or 16. This bad hole coincided with the tones of Taylor singing “Love Story.” The music started, and my putt went right by the hole. The music continued as my next putt went right by the hole again. Just like that, my lead was gone.

    After the song was over, I was able to muster a rally during the third round. At one point, I even grabbed a small lead. But then, around the same point on the course, another Taylor Swift song sprang from the speakers hidden all over the course. This time it was “You Belong With Me.”

    “She wears high heels, I wear sneakers,
    I hate you Chris, and you will be the loser.”

    OK, she didn’t say that, but the message was there. Once again, as the music played my putt zipped past the hole. The lead was gone. Taylor got her wish.

    Tied after 53 holes, Mike and I stepped to No. 18 to settle our epic match. Remember, this was the hole that produced a hole-in-one for me during round one. Mike, however, saved his for the final round. So there I was, needing an ace just to tie. I took a moment to focus and launched my green ball on its way. It went up the ramp, around the loop and slowed as it rolled towards the hole.

    And then it stopped. Three inches from its target. Mighty Casey had struck out.

    I have never met Taylor Swift, so I’m not sure why she had to go out of her way to ruin my day. I’m also not sure how she pulled it off. I mean, there are plenty of places on the course where she could have been hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash her musical attack.

    No, wait. It is all so clear now. The seemingly nice, young blond girl working at the course. She was so pleasant when taking my money and telling us about the free ice cream. She had nothing but a smile when we picked up new balls for rounds two and three. And yet, who more perfect to perpetrate such an evil deed for a young blond girl than another young blond girl?

    So now I guess the question is, why do Taylor Swift and this other girl hate me?

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