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Cavs finally lost to Deee-Troit! basketball team in a seven game struggle. Awesome- I had a great time watching basketball this year, and the future looks bright.
My Bettie and Will finally had their baby after a weekend of collective held breathing. Big problems, but all's good- go look at this thing if you like baby pictures. I hate baby pictures.
I've been unusually busy, and the kids have not been respectful of my time this week. Sleep back to brutal after weeks of making it until 7 a.m. every night for a month. Dad not happy, kids don't care- still cute. Jerks.
This unusual busyness, it's good, but also bad. See,
this is supposed to be my slow time- my sit back and
watch the checks roll in time. No- BUSY. And I know
that my traditional busy season is coming.
It'll be graphic design crazy go nuts soon! I can
only sit here and sigh. SIT... SIGH
I just watched the last Harry Potter movie- what was
that? Goblet of Fire? Think so. Anyway, I really
deeply enjoyed it. Very good movie. Best yet, they've
finally got that thing down. Still won't read the
books, that's for queers.
I opted out of Soupy's Wetpaint mod thing. I was
really serial about the LeBron James site, which I
think could be very fun if done right, but I just
plain don't have the time. I think I probably
could've done some simple shit and strung her
company along for a while to squeeze a few checks,
but I'd feel just awful about it. They're doing
nice things with our interweb over there and I
don't want to screw with their flow. Chainsaw is
still the smelliest girl in Smellytown though. I
saw it in National Geographic two years ago- the
Smellytown exposé. Those guys won awards for that
stuff, but at what price? Is an award enough for
the grieving widow and three small children (one
of whom is crippled or someshit) of the Smellytown
story photographer who lost his battle with nose
cancer? Is that going to bring that poor guy back?
No. No it won't.
Veronica Mars will be back next season! That brings
so much excitement to all parts of my being,
especially the shameful ones.
I WAS OUT
Anywhoo, I feel like I've let someone down. And I hate to turn this into a sports blog because there are much more entertaining ones than I could do, but I feel like I'm a traitor to my homer roots by counting the Cavaliers out against the smelly Deeetroit Pistons. I said they'd be "whipped" by those stiffs, and LOOKIE WHO'S GOT THE SERIES BACK TO EVEN TWO TO TWO. That would be my Cleveland Cavaliers and the mighty (and if I could be so bold to say supple) LeBron James. Series tied all up, BITCHES. That's right, I just called everyone on the planet a bitch FOR NO REASON. Playoff Fever! Catch It! Bitches!
Thousands of people write about what is happening with James every time he bounces a ball, but I'll simplify all that for you folks- we are watching the greatest basketball player ever in real time, not just in historical perspective. LeBron James is 21 years old and he is already ripping up records Jordan and Magic set- JORDAN and MAGIC. His teammates BELIEVE. This franchise was a fucking joke four years ago. Today they might be a few steps away from the NBA finals*. Shit.
*Getting ahead of myself? Maybe- but if... WHEN
the Cavs win this series against Detroit, does anyone
think the Nets or the Heat could beat them? I'll
answer "no" for you.
Well, let's see here.
Well.
My Cavs won their first round playoffs against the Washington Wizards in dramatic and intoxicating fashion. They're getting hammered in the second round by Deee-troit, but that's okay because there's no shame in getting whipped by the team that will go on to be the Champs. Nobody's gonna beat those guys, they're AWESOME. Next year, though- it'll be ALL CAVALIERS- BANG-POW!
I took a picture! Actually, lots of pictures! On Sunday when I was supposed to be working I went down to the 10 story LeBron James banner Nike has plastered all over the building across the street from Quicken Loans Arena. It is hard to take pictures of yourself and stuff behind you when that stuff is like a million blocks away. WE ARE ALL WITNESSES to my patchy stubble and greasy hair.
It is HOT at work- our AC
kicked back in my department, and we have no windows
or ventilation of any sort. Today I was very moist
and uncomfortable in all my Bad-Touch areas. Swampy.
Anybody hear the new Pearl Jam yet? Any good? I've
heard it may be good, but I can't trust the word of
strangers- I only trust the pretend people who live
in my computer and occasionally leave comments.
I now believe in magic.
Good golly I'm floating on air!
More newer better posts soon, my babies have been sleeping through the night for three weeks now. Before that I hadn't had a full night of sleep myself in over two years. I'm growing less retarded by the hour- it's completely alarming, like a heavy fog is lifting and in the clearing mist you suddenly realize that you're staring into the off-putting face of Ernest Borgnine, and he's been laughing at you for months. Jerk!