These days there is a big deal being made on a lot of breaches in security.
From the NSA and Eric Snowden, to Google Glass, to the NYPD storing data, it's becoming an issue to a lot of people.
But I say: WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?!
On a daily basis, you use tools that are provided to you by companies, which can be used in much deeper ways than we can imagine.
Sure, Google Glass is an issue to some, since now you never know when someone may take a picture of you doing stupid.
But remember last week, when you picked your nose on the street corner, thinking no one saw?
Hate to break it to you, but 3 security cameras in store doorways, and one dashboard camera, all saw it, recorded it, and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about that!
Or what about the fact that on Google Maps we can now zoom in so close that we can see people sunbathing in their backyards on satellite view.
And if that is what they are letting us see...imagine what the satellites can really see!
What's that? You also ordered the "Spy Case" that came with cereal boxes as a kid? You know the one I mean, the one with a device to let you pick up sounds across the room.
Well just imagine what spending more than $3.99 on S/H can get you? What if you spent $399 on it? Chances are you can probably hear the sounds of hearts breaking all around the world as Adam Levine announced he was engaged.
Whilst anonymity on these blogs has been a hot topic on this blog and others in the past...just realize that Google knows who you are :) Sure you made a pseudonym to start this account...but you signed into it on the exact same computer that you signed into your real account...and you've done that 629 times before, all within a minute of each other. Odds are, you are the same person.
In this day and age, nothing is private anymore, at least not for long.
Just ask two guys named Spitzer, and appropriately, Wiener.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
CC - The Delights Of Laundry
One of the joys of marriage, is that we now have a shared responsibility of doing laundry. And we usually both chip in.
The first few times though, were extremely weird.
While sure, a few times he had seen my "delicates" (to say the least) (CG), (and she saw my socks! (MA)), it was weird for me to think of him looking through those things.
I mean, until we got married, no one had seen some of my VS stuff before, let alone handled them.
Not gonna lie...a few times in the beginning I would do special loads while he was out working, just so I could keep my hands only on those stuff.
MA - Unfortunately, she has now gotten over that "fear of me handling her delicates", meaning I get to do the laundry more and more frequently. Joy. :)
Either way, couples, just let each other do your laundry from the start. It's bound to happen sooner or later, and no point in wasting extra loads in the beginning. :-P
The first few times though, were extremely weird.
While sure, a few times he had seen my "delicates" (to say the least) (CG), (and she saw my socks! (MA)), it was weird for me to think of him looking through those things.
I mean, until we got married, no one had seen some of my VS stuff before, let alone handled them.
Not gonna lie...a few times in the beginning I would do special loads while he was out working, just so I could keep my hands only on those stuff.
MA - Unfortunately, she has now gotten over that "fear of me handling her delicates", meaning I get to do the laundry more and more frequently. Joy. :)
Either way, couples, just let each other do your laundry from the start. It's bound to happen sooner or later, and no point in wasting extra loads in the beginning. :-P
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Open Letter To A Rose
This letter is in bullet points, and no specific order:
Dear You.
- You've been there when I am up. But even more importantly, you have been there when I am down.
- You have given me more than I could ever have asked for, and asked for even less in return.
- I may seem to spend extravagantly on you, but you, and what you stand for, are what keeps me going through life, and let me earn the monies to spend.
- The parents I was once hidden from, are now close "friends".
- We met in the most random of ways, yet forged a strange friendship, that was odd and improbable.
- Made me comfortable to be who I am.
- Random words that probably only make sense to you: Cupcakes. Ice Chests. Agatha Christie. Chocolates. HIMYM Calendars. +.
Thank you for being there when I need you the most.
Sincerely,
WM
Dear You.
- You've been there when I am up. But even more importantly, you have been there when I am down.
- You have given me more than I could ever have asked for, and asked for even less in return.
- I may seem to spend extravagantly on you, but you, and what you stand for, are what keeps me going through life, and let me earn the monies to spend.
- The parents I was once hidden from, are now close "friends".
- We met in the most random of ways, yet forged a strange friendship, that was odd and improbable.
- Made me comfortable to be who I am.
- Random words that probably only make sense to you: Cupcakes. Ice Chests. Agatha Christie. Chocolates. HIMYM Calendars. +.
Thank you for being there when I need you the most.
Sincerely,
WM
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
100 and Counting!
Wow, I can't believe this is my 100th post (and that I almost wrote episode).
Since the beginning of this blog, I didn't think that was a possibility...of course I didn't think the amount of page views was possible either, but I guess things happen!
Taking a quick peak back over the last 14+ months, I see lots of things that failed early on (anyone remember Tanka Thursdays? or how about a Schedule with specific topics depending on the days...oy.).
I mean, looking at my first "Blog Note", I noticed comments saying that I probably wouldn't last a week, let alone two weeks or even a year+. (Ahem, Altie.)
And then there are the Easter Eggs hidden throughout these pages.
Things like the locations of each post, which has been written about, and how they are either about where the post is talking about, or subtle hints at what I really meant.
Or things listed in the labels, some of them since Day 1, other reminders popping up throughout.
Either way, thanks to the 3 of you that still religiously read this blog, and to the 173 others of you that browse through once in a while!
Anyone think I can't make it to 200?
Since the beginning of this blog, I didn't think that was a possibility...of course I didn't think the amount of page views was possible either, but I guess things happen!
Taking a quick peak back over the last 14+ months, I see lots of things that failed early on (anyone remember Tanka Thursdays? or how about a Schedule with specific topics depending on the days...oy.).
I mean, looking at my first "Blog Note", I noticed comments saying that I probably wouldn't last a week, let alone two weeks or even a year+. (Ahem, Altie.)
And then there are the Easter Eggs hidden throughout these pages.
Things like the locations of each post, which has been written about, and how they are either about where the post is talking about, or subtle hints at what I really meant.
Or things listed in the labels, some of them since Day 1, other reminders popping up throughout.
Either way, thanks to the 3 of you that still religiously read this blog, and to the 173 others of you that browse through once in a while!
Anyone think I can't make it to 200?
Mind Your Own Business
People will often ask me: "What are you doing with your life?"
To which I'll reply one of many things, such as: "Classes", "Working", "Partying" or some other nonsensical answer.
But when I say: "Yeah, I take classes from 12:30PM-7:30PM" or "Sure, I work the graveyard shift, from 6PM-6AM", their first question back always surprises me.
When do you daven Mincha? When do you daven Ma'ariv? When do you daven Shachris? When do you make time to learn? Or a host of other questions along the same lines, depending what time slot we are talking about.
How about this: Why don't you learn to mind your own business.
If I choose to daven, that's my issue.
If I choose to do it solo, that's still, my issue.
If I choose not to do it at all...well, I think everyone gets the point by now.
Why does everyone think that my religiousness, is their issue?
I am not talking about family members, who even though it isn't their issue, I could see their reasons for asking.
I am talking about people I haven't seen in a few years, or people I am just meeting for the first time.
While everyone gets curious, and I expect those questions at some point. It's really infuriating when its the first thing that is said to me in conversation.
So as I said before, it's time for people to learn to mind their own business!
To which I'll reply one of many things, such as: "Classes", "Working", "Partying" or some other nonsensical answer.
But when I say: "Yeah, I take classes from 12:30PM-7:30PM" or "Sure, I work the graveyard shift, from 6PM-6AM", their first question back always surprises me.
When do you daven Mincha? When do you daven Ma'ariv? When do you daven Shachris? When do you make time to learn? Or a host of other questions along the same lines, depending what time slot we are talking about.
How about this: Why don't you learn to mind your own business.
If I choose to daven, that's my issue.
If I choose to do it solo, that's still, my issue.
If I choose not to do it at all...well, I think everyone gets the point by now.
Why does everyone think that my religiousness, is their issue?
I am not talking about family members, who even though it isn't their issue, I could see their reasons for asking.
I am talking about people I haven't seen in a few years, or people I am just meeting for the first time.
While everyone gets curious, and I expect those questions at some point. It's really infuriating when its the first thing that is said to me in conversation.
So as I said before, it's time for people to learn to mind their own business!
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
The Cautious Couple
We want to start off by thanking Wondering Minds for letting us write on this blog.
Our posts will usually be in both our words, with agreements or disagreements voiced out within it. We don't know how much we will write, although he has said however frequent or non-frequent we'd like, so we'll take him up on that offer.
Our names will be kept to initials, and ones that are hopefully not too distinguishable, so let's start off by introducing ourselves.
Although we won't usually say which one of us is doing the "talking", when we do, we'll sign off our thoughts:
My name is CG, I am 22 years old, and the wife in this unlikely arraignment. I was lucky enough to meet the love of my life about 11 months ago, and couldn't wait to get married to him. We got married in March, and have been figuring it out ever since. <3
Finally, I get to write something...my name is MA, and all that previous stuff, was all CG. I am 25, from the Virginia area, and had looked high and low, before finally finding the right one. Thankfully she has been a blessing to my life, and besides for personality and humour, she is also good looking...or at least I tell her she is :) . I am also clearly a trouble maker...
(Luckily I am the better "proof-reader" between the two of us, so I get to write second, and tidy everything up. I also get to hit "publish" :) hopefully she'll never reread anything after it's up already!)
Our posts will usually be in both our words, with agreements or disagreements voiced out within it. We don't know how much we will write, although he has said however frequent or non-frequent we'd like, so we'll take him up on that offer.
Our names will be kept to initials, and ones that are hopefully not too distinguishable, so let's start off by introducing ourselves.
Although we won't usually say which one of us is doing the "talking", when we do, we'll sign off our thoughts:
My name is CG, I am 22 years old, and the wife in this unlikely arraignment. I was lucky enough to meet the love of my life about 11 months ago, and couldn't wait to get married to him. We got married in March, and have been figuring it out ever since. <3
Finally, I get to write something...my name is MA, and all that previous stuff, was all CG. I am 25, from the Virginia area, and had looked high and low, before finally finding the right one. Thankfully she has been a blessing to my life, and besides for personality and humour, she is also good looking...or at least I tell her she is :) . I am also clearly a trouble maker...
(Luckily I am the better "proof-reader" between the two of us, so I get to write second, and tidy everything up. I also get to hit "publish" :) hopefully she'll never reread anything after it's up already!)
Monday, July 22, 2013
27 and Counting
Last week Frum Geek wrote an article talking about Online Dating and issues he had with it, and it got me thinking about the flaws in Jewish dating, and marriage as well.
An article in the New York Daily News on Friday stated that the average age of the American woman getting married is 27 years old.
Now clearly, in the Jewish community it is lower than that, or at least everyone thinks it has to be (I can't state for sure that it is, since I obviously don't have numbers on that).
One of my best friends at work is getting married next year. At that time his girlfriend and him will both be 27. Talk about living the American dream, right?
So when he told me that, on Friday too, no coincidences there, it got me thinking as to why, in my mind, marriage was such a pressing issue.
And I have just the answer.
It's because I want kids. I want a lover. I want to be loved. And I want a close knit family.
But the Jewish aspect of being in my low 20s, and not even having dated much, means that in my mind, I am behind the bell curve.
And it is time for me to stop letting it f**k with my mind.
Starting now.
Now let's go make out somewhere quiet.
An article in the New York Daily News on Friday stated that the average age of the American woman getting married is 27 years old.
Now clearly, in the Jewish community it is lower than that, or at least everyone thinks it has to be (I can't state for sure that it is, since I obviously don't have numbers on that).
One of my best friends at work is getting married next year. At that time his girlfriend and him will both be 27. Talk about living the American dream, right?
So when he told me that, on Friday too, no coincidences there, it got me thinking as to why, in my mind, marriage was such a pressing issue.
And I have just the answer.
It's because I want kids. I want a lover. I want to be loved. And I want a close knit family.
But the Jewish aspect of being in my low 20s, and not even having dated much, means that in my mind, I am behind the bell curve.
And it is time for me to stop letting it f**k with my mind.
Starting now.
Now let's go make out somewhere quiet.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Blog Note #2
The Wondering Minds are once again expanding!
We would like to welcome to the big picture, The Cautious Couple, newlyweds married in March, who will be contributing and doing featured pieces on this blog.
I'll let them do more about saying who they are!
Stay tuned...
We would like to welcome to the big picture, The Cautious Couple, newlyweds married in March, who will be contributing and doing featured pieces on this blog.
I'll let them do more about saying who they are!
Stay tuned...
The Minds Have Returned
With this blog being dormant for a long period, the Minds have determined that it is time to come back.
For at least the next couple of weeks, there will hopefully be a post a day, just like things were back when this blog launched.
Topics that are in the works include marriage issues, privacy and an open letter to someone that's always been there for me.
I hope that those that have been here since Day 1 are still around, and those that are just discovering me, will stick around!
For at least the next couple of weeks, there will hopefully be a post a day, just like things were back when this blog launched.
Topics that are in the works include marriage issues, privacy and an open letter to someone that's always been there for me.
I hope that those that have been here since Day 1 are still around, and those that are just discovering me, will stick around!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Light In My Life
Everyone needs a reason to live.
A reason to look forward to life.
Purposes to be happy, and smile.
And things to look forward to.
Sometimes the light grows dim.
And things get harder.
With a struggle, and a lack of desire.
To live and keeps things going.
But then you get that ray of light.
Something there that keeps you going.
A thing to look forward to at the end of the day.
A glow in the dark mines.
Whenever you see it, it makes you smile.
It reminds you why it is all worth it.
What the purpose is.
And feeling all happy inside.
Bundles of joy.
Unconditional love.
Light in the eyes.
Reasons to power on.
<3
A reason to look forward to life.
Purposes to be happy, and smile.
And things to look forward to.
Sometimes the light grows dim.
And things get harder.
With a struggle, and a lack of desire.
To live and keeps things going.
But then you get that ray of light.
Something there that keeps you going.
A thing to look forward to at the end of the day.
A glow in the dark mines.
Whenever you see it, it makes you smile.
It reminds you why it is all worth it.
What the purpose is.
And feeling all happy inside.
Bundles of joy.
Unconditional love.
Light in the eyes.
Reasons to power on.
<3
Friday, July 5, 2013
Nostalgia
I spent 11 summers at the same place.
From 2000-2010, I went to the same place, with the same people, and did almost the same thing.
And even though the last four years of it was grueling manual labor...I loved it.
For the last three summers I've been telling myself to go visit...but who wants to drive 5+ hours (before traffic kicks in) round trip, just for the sake of visiting?
But this July 4th, I went out and did it.
I went back upstate...and can't believe how much I missed in.
Whilst I only have a few people that I still knew there, and some of them are miserable grouches, it was good to see them all again.
I even helped a little, and did some manual labor, voluntarily, for old times sake. And loved it.
I miss those days...
I wanna go back...
From 2000-2010, I went to the same place, with the same people, and did almost the same thing.
And even though the last four years of it was grueling manual labor...I loved it.
For the last three summers I've been telling myself to go visit...but who wants to drive 5+ hours (before traffic kicks in) round trip, just for the sake of visiting?
But this July 4th, I went out and did it.
I went back upstate...and can't believe how much I missed in.
Whilst I only have a few people that I still knew there, and some of them are miserable grouches, it was good to see them all again.
I even helped a little, and did some manual labor, voluntarily, for old times sake. And loved it.
I miss those days...
I wanna go back...
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Give The Wedding Gifts Back!
When people get engaged, I don't get them a gift. The reason is quite simple. If I get you an object, what are you doing with it? You guys aren't living together, and if it is opened in one of your houses, chances are it'll never make it to your newly married house.
But when you get married, and I get invited to the wedding (a real invite, not a faux Facebook mass message), I'll look through your registry and buy a few things. I'll look through and buy things that I think could be used.
I won't get the waffle iron or any other item that I think is an impulse buy, and at the same time, probably won't get used more than once per year.
I'll buy practical things. Like pot sets, silverware, or a "tool set" (which has all those useful spoons (slotted and full), spatulas, and beaters).
But when people ask for all those things, and then decide within a year or two, to move to Israel, leaving all their worldly belongings behind, and buying new things when they are there, as its simpler then packing and shipping, I think it's time to give everything back.
People spent money on you, and now you are just throwing it all away.
If you bought all of that for yourself the first time, you would be less likely to leave it behind.
But when you get married, and I get invited to the wedding (a real invite, not a faux Facebook mass message), I'll look through your registry and buy a few things. I'll look through and buy things that I think could be used.
I won't get the waffle iron or any other item that I think is an impulse buy, and at the same time, probably won't get used more than once per year.
I'll buy practical things. Like pot sets, silverware, or a "tool set" (which has all those useful spoons (slotted and full), spatulas, and beaters).
But when people ask for all those things, and then decide within a year or two, to move to Israel, leaving all their worldly belongings behind, and buying new things when they are there, as its simpler then packing and shipping, I think it's time to give everything back.
People spent money on you, and now you are just throwing it all away.
If you bought all of that for yourself the first time, you would be less likely to leave it behind.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
The Cost of Companionship
What would you give up for a companion?
Would you give up money? Years off your life? Something else, whatever they may ask for?
No matter what type of companion you need, be it same/opposite gender, same age/older role model, on and on, I often wonder what people might sacrifice to make it happen.
Over time, I have come to realize, I would give up literally everything for companionship of the right sorts.
Among other things:
Someone that I can pick up the phone and call, be it 1PM or 1AM.
Someone that would hang out, be it on a Sunday, Monday, Wednesday or Funday, obviously mutually available times.
Someone to be that shoulder to lean on.
Someone to be the punching bag when the times call for it.
Someone to just call a friend.
An unconditional friend.
Would you give up money? Years off your life? Something else, whatever they may ask for?
No matter what type of companion you need, be it same/opposite gender, same age/older role model, on and on, I often wonder what people might sacrifice to make it happen.
Over time, I have come to realize, I would give up literally everything for companionship of the right sorts.
Among other things:
Someone that I can pick up the phone and call, be it 1PM or 1AM.
Someone that would hang out, be it on a Sunday, Monday, Wednesday or Funday, obviously mutually available times.
Someone to be that shoulder to lean on.
Someone to be the punching bag when the times call for it.
Someone to just call a friend.
An unconditional friend.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Google's Gaming System
That's right, you read that title correctly. Google has a gaming system to rival PS4, XBOX One and the Wii U.
It uses a wireless controller. And chances are, you already own it.
In Google Chrome, go to Chrome.com/campaigns/rollit.
It will load up, and then give you another link to open up on your phone (I've only tried it on Android...) and a code to put in.
You then have a wireless controller (your phone) to play on your system (laptop/deskop/etc).
And then you can play Carnival Style Skee Ball!!!
Now, rumours are that they will also be coming out with a racing game shortly, and then after that, who knows. Stay tuned!
And don't forget, you can always go to Google Images and type in "Atari Breakout". Enjoy yourself.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Cheap People and Subscriptions
Over the last few weeks I have seen a lot of posts that look like this:
"Ugh. My free Netflix subscription ended again. Anyone have one that I can join?"
People are so cheap.
Yes, I know, money isn't always flowing, and sometimes we live paycheck to paycheck to make ends meet.
But we are talking about $7 a month.
Don't buy a coffee for a couple of days a month.
Next time you want to buy candy, buy the smaller version or don't get it that day.
If you save a quarter a day, you too can get Netflix. Or Hulu.
"Ugh. My free Netflix subscription ended again. Anyone have one that I can join?"
People are so cheap.
Yes, I know, money isn't always flowing, and sometimes we live paycheck to paycheck to make ends meet.
But we are talking about $7 a month.
Don't buy a coffee for a couple of days a month.
Next time you want to buy candy, buy the smaller version or don't get it that day.
If you save a quarter a day, you too can get Netflix. Or Hulu.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Ke$ha
I know. It's a weird topic...but in my free time, I flip through different TV channels, and happened upon her MTV reality documentary "Kesha: My Crazy Beautiful Life".
While it does show her fun side, it also shows touching moments with fans...ones that were bullied in school, but through her songs helped stay upbeat, and push through it all.
I'm not saying to go out and watch it...but if you are bored, or flip past it on TV, don't brush it off so fast. Give it a shot.
"This is our last chance"
While it does show her fun side, it also shows touching moments with fans...ones that were bullied in school, but through her songs helped stay upbeat, and push through it all.
I'm not saying to go out and watch it...but if you are bored, or flip past it on TV, don't brush it off so fast. Give it a shot.
"This is our last chance"
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
A Moment Of Escape - RUINED
There is a place that everyone goes to when they need a place to Escape. The reason for escape doesn't usually matter, it can be to:
- Vent to ones self
- Be mad
- Be angry
- Be happy
- Lots of Other Things
And for a lot of people, they have one place that they can go to to do any of the above.
Over time I've heard, and seen, a lot of different places for this:
- Quiet Bench w/ a book
- Running
- Ice Skating
- Gym
- Swimming
- Insert Your Own Special Place/Activity Here
But what happens when you go to your special place, or do your special thing, and it is ruined by others?
Over this weekend I went to my Special Place (to Be Happy), and was enjoying myself at this location.
Until I saw those two Jewish teenage girls.
When you saw them talking there in the corner, you just felt the tension radiating off of them.
They were talking to each other, and clearly very upset about something. Their actions were forceful. Their voices somewhat raised, but not screaming. One was a little redder in the face, the other one was a little tearful.
When they finished that conversation (after about 20 minutes), one went off to sulk in a corner (the tearful one), while the other girl continued the activity as if nothing had happened.
About 10 minutes latter, the second girl stopped her activity to go talk to the first girl. They went out to the hallway for a bit, and came back a couple minutes later, all smiley (albeit looking a little forced from the teary one) and continued the activity.
But the tension was still in the air and had been in the air from when I started.
For that one day, my place of escape had been ruined.
Hopefully the next time I go, I can truly use my place of escape.
- Vent to ones self
- Be mad
- Be angry
- Be happy
- Lots of Other Things
And for a lot of people, they have one place that they can go to to do any of the above.
Over time I've heard, and seen, a lot of different places for this:
- Quiet Bench w/ a book
- Running
- Ice Skating
- Gym
- Swimming
- Insert Your Own Special Place/Activity Here
But what happens when you go to your special place, or do your special thing, and it is ruined by others?
Over this weekend I went to my Special Place (to Be Happy), and was enjoying myself at this location.
Until I saw those two Jewish teenage girls.
When you saw them talking there in the corner, you just felt the tension radiating off of them.
They were talking to each other, and clearly very upset about something. Their actions were forceful. Their voices somewhat raised, but not screaming. One was a little redder in the face, the other one was a little tearful.
When they finished that conversation (after about 20 minutes), one went off to sulk in a corner (the tearful one), while the other girl continued the activity as if nothing had happened.
About 10 minutes latter, the second girl stopped her activity to go talk to the first girl. They went out to the hallway for a bit, and came back a couple minutes later, all smiley (albeit looking a little forced from the teary one) and continued the activity.
But the tension was still in the air and had been in the air from when I started.
For that one day, my place of escape had been ruined.
Hopefully the next time I go, I can truly use my place of escape.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Silver Linings Playbook - Review (Book & Movie)
To make a great movie, you need to have an even better script.
So when I heard the premise for Silver Linings Playbook, and the release date of the DVD being a few weeks away (at the time), I set out to read the book behind the movie.
And it was great. A great read. A great story line. And some great characters.
So when I acquired the DVD last week, I was excited to watch it, especially with all the award nominations and wins that the movie had received.
Boy was I disappointed.
It was an okay movie.
But they removed some of the key story lines.
In the book, his father won't talk to him when he comes back from Baltimore...yet in the movie, hes all friendly the minute he walks in the door...even go so far as to hug him (which in the book, Pat wouldn't let anyone touch him without cringing, let alone hug him (at first)).
The whole story of Nikki was completely changed for the movie, including the revelations of important memories of why he was sent to the facility in Baltimore.
And don't even get me started on the parking lot fight now being with a fellow Eagles fan. Or the bringing in of Danny throughout the movie (just so Chris Tucker can get more lines, that don't exist anywhere in the book).
If you watched SLP and liked the movie, go out and read the book. You won't be disappointed.
So when I heard the premise for Silver Linings Playbook, and the release date of the DVD being a few weeks away (at the time), I set out to read the book behind the movie.
And it was great. A great read. A great story line. And some great characters.
So when I acquired the DVD last week, I was excited to watch it, especially with all the award nominations and wins that the movie had received.
Boy was I disappointed.
It was an okay movie.
But they removed some of the key story lines.
In the book, his father won't talk to him when he comes back from Baltimore...yet in the movie, hes all friendly the minute he walks in the door...even go so far as to hug him (which in the book, Pat wouldn't let anyone touch him without cringing, let alone hug him (at first)).
The whole story of Nikki was completely changed for the movie, including the revelations of important memories of why he was sent to the facility in Baltimore.
And don't even get me started on the parking lot fight now being with a fellow Eagles fan. Or the bringing in of Danny throughout the movie (just so Chris Tucker can get more lines, that don't exist anywhere in the book).
If you watched SLP and liked the movie, go out and read the book. You won't be disappointed.
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