CBS: Corrected Boston Shots

So the media is in a Frenzy that CBS doctored shots of famous Boston landmarks, with shots of the 4th of July fireworks being blasted off on the Charles River. Some are saying it's 'misleading'.

Well, these people really must not work in the entertainment business, or even know much about it, because a good amount of the time their favorite shows and films are shot on sound stages, or in various other locations designed to look like the intended location. The thing is, it's JUST a firework show. So you can't see the fireworks from the back of Fenway, State House, or Quincy Market. But when you look at how long you have to film the show, versus the amount of angles going to keep things running smooth, ONTOP of presenting famous American landmarks, OF COURSE you're going to doctor the shots. Geez, I mean they had me convinced when I saw the video.

With all this, I think people are complaining just to complain. I don't think you'd be able to see the fireworks going off on the Hudson River from Times Square, the Chrysler Building, or Empire State Building. Even Yankee Stadium for that matter. It's America. The fireworks show CBS Presented to its televised audience was more than likely (judging here, considering I've no affiliation with CBS at the time of writing) designed to present the fireworks as a collage of not only fireworks, but the famous locations inside Boston that make up what Boston is.

People will always find something to complain about. Even their own Patriotism.

Fourth of July

So my fourth of July was rather unorthodox. I ended up in the emergency room. No, not because a friend and I had a roman candle war. It was because I somehow contracted a infection in a scrape I got while skimboarding in Newport Beach last weekend.

It started out as just any other leg scrape. Just some shredded skim, then the scab....but then it didn't just eventually fall off. It started to get warm, and swell. So after dealing with this for two days, I was closely watching it, and finally my mom couldn't take it any more, and we were off to the ER in the morning.

I get checked in, and wait.


And wait.


And wait.

 Totally felt like I was Phil..but at least I remember why I was there.

 Me and my mom.

This thing sucks.


Finally we're called back, the doctor looks at my leg, comes to the conclusion that its infected, and that I need some heavy doses of anti-biotics. So now I've got these pills that even horses are afraid to swallow, and an insane amount of drowsiness from them to boot.


But after getting out of the ER, I grabbed some El Pollo Loco with my mama and went back home. The nighttime was a LOT better, considering the fireworks we shot off. See, living outside of the town, we can get a way with more things. I had a friend come over with his stash of awesomely colorful explosives. We all had a great time shooting roman candles across the street. Hurt my leg to stand for a bit though..but overall it was a LOT of fun.