All right, let's do it!
EDIT: WHY DO THEY KEEP TAKING HIM AWAY FROM ME. Oh well, I hope THESE will stick around for longer than a day.
In celebration of starting weekends avoiding my thesis the right way with Tim "Spinnin'" Schoemer and the B96 Friday Night Dance Party (throooaaah-wiiinnn-dooowwwn):
Do I own that album? Yes. Yes, I do.
I need to party with Dr. Steve. This must happen. Seriously, it's an emergency.
EDIT: Oh nooooooo! I guess I shouldn't have believed it was OK for the entire next show to be up online three days before it airs. It was good while it lasted, though. Instead, here's Dr. Steve fighting ... for your love!
I need more structure and joy in my life (who doesn't?) so I'm going to start posting objects that bring me joy. YOU LOVE IT.
There are few objects in this world that bring me more joy than Les Desmoiselles de Rochefort, or as they say in America, The Young Girls of Rochefort. I wish this movie was a documentary about my life. I still remember sitting in a screening with all these smug assholes snickering (snickering! I mean really) because they didn't have the STONES to face the magnificence of ecstatic zazz without getting all defensive about it. Man, F those people. Anyway, here's a wake-up call to awesome in the form of the trailer. Subtitles? Shut up, you don't need 'em!
Dude, when I looked this up I found a BONUS object of joy, which is, holy shit, Patrick Juvet (!) and Amanda F-ing Lear (!!!) performing the signature "La chanson des jumelles"--oh my God, my brain just melted.
That was a more progressive time, 1979. In France. Ah heck, we need some bonus Amanda mugging with D.B. during "The 1980 Floor Show":
Aww, that's love! And when the song was over, they all snorted the set. Finally "Queen of Chinatown," in which she tells a story in song ... and hand gestures!
I like that one a lot. She sounds like Al Stewart. I feel happier now, don't you?
When I see something like this, I think maybe I shouldn't be so down on this season after all:
Gettin' it! RROWR! Apparently he's kinda back to being all feisty and awesome, and not just in my personal sense which is blind to all fact, evidence and reality. Now maybe if we got more than like five televised games here I'd know better.
So how good were those tickets?
Um ... they were really good. Like that close to the action there, really good. Because I took that picture!
And this one
And this one
And this one
Those are not cropped, people. Those are, in fact, stone cold uncropped.
By the time we got around to buying those tickets, which were incidentally Row 3 VIP section behind the Kings bench (oh man), they were another $40 less each, right, and could we say no to that? No, truthfully and in actuality, we could not. On top of that the tickets were even better than I was expecting, and for $129.95 a pop I would be expecting a lot, even going into it knowing I would be able to hear Brad curse swears in person with mine own ears. Like once you fly first class you never want to fly coach again? This is how I must watch basketball from now on, every day. Seriously, I'd even go see the shitty Wolves play every other shitty team in the NBA with these seats. It was FUN. The Kings INEXPLICABLY (or explicably) LOST, but it was still fun.
Could this be a reason why it was fun?
Aw jeez. How many times did I say to Chris, "I can't stop staring at Brad. Is that awful?" and he's like "No! It's GREAT!"
He may have been a little sarcastic. Mike Bibby, on the other hand, knew better.
Yeah, yeah, taking too many pictures, I know. But if it's wrong to get excited about seeing your team (even if not especially when your team is battling for the ultimate dominant supremacy at the butt-ass bottom of the league), my God, I don't want to be right. I could have spent that $259.90 on hard drugs or psychotherapy (or giant sparkly earrings, MIKE BIBBY), I mean, come on!
Anyway, spending way too much money on really good seats to a Professional Sports Event? Totally worth it. Totally. Thank you, Minnesota Legislature, for bringing legalized scalping ticket brokering to our fair state!
Yes, today marks the fourth anniversary of the day I married ah-one Christopher Robin Zimmerman (you must read that in a Megan from "Wake Up Wakefield" voice), so in celebration of our glorious union, here is one of our favorite songs. I dare you to avoid getting emotional.
I am eternally grateful that I can always turn to Dr. Steve Brule when I need a moment of joy in my life. He really takes it to the next level here.
Jan and Wayne are at the top of their games as well. I shake my head and grimace like that every day at work!
It takes a great man to snap me out of four full months of hiding. Yeah you know it.
VLADE!
I have that jersey! The J-Will 2000-01 special, anyway. While I do have a Vlade jersey. It is not a Kings jersey. It is quite frankly the most badass jersey of them all:
Eee, look how skinny!
VLADE!
I'm just gonna keep posting pictures to make up for lost posting on this page. My nav needs to be on the RIGHT side of the page, people. One man in a cuddly sweater can make that happen:
VLADE!
This post is not a celebration of my everyday Vlade worship, that which consumes my life on an hourly basis, but rather a celebration of he whom no less than Chris Webber calls "the best man I have ever met" upon his official retirement and initiative launch to house refugees, adopt orphans, teach people to be awesome and Lord knows what else in the name of all that is good and great, including coaxing Scot Pollard out to Serbia to rock a crazy beard with his tux:
Humanitarna organizacija Divac
Može353 i ti (You Can Too)
Vlade Divac, Serbia's Gentle Giant
Divac Creates New Team
Divac's You Can Too NBA.com Photo Gallery
The Magic of Vlade as Told in More Photos at NBA.com
Dude, there's a VLADE MUSEUM. Are you shitting me?! I know where I'm heading after I get a passport.
Before I go, here is one last loving look at a great man with a great gift for greatness:
VLADE!
You're welcome.
Oh man. We totally need to go to Chicago to spend St. Patrick's Day with Egyptian Lover. Who's with me?
If this video doesn't convince you, then I don't know what to do, son.
KINGS WIN. KINGS WIN. TWO IN A ROW BABY. THREE OUT OF THE LAST uh FOUR. REBUILD THIS TEAM RON ARTEST USING YOUR MIGHTY POWERS and also a hammer.
I'm gonna celebrate. Like this!
For all the sadness the Kings bring me this season, it is a joy to celebrate the awesome when it comes along, even if it is only hair-related.
Ron Artest, you are the best in the biz.
Brad is back and he brought a haircut with him. THANK GOD.
Speaking of back, I'm back from out of town, but I'm still out of it. Why am I awake? What am I doing here? I've just got to make it to winter break. A real winter break. I love when offices do that. I love that my office does that. I hope your office does that too, and if they don't I wish they did. I'm full of good feelings for life and living and you and me and God and the Bible. It must be Brad's haircut.
Maybe this is something everyone has seen already and I'm just late to the party, but if it is, I don't care, because it is mesmerizing and awesome and I want to keep it with me forever.
I can't stop watching it. Oh man. Thank you Albert.
The Internet finds me great things:
AL! One of my world's favorite people. Read this. It's awesome.
This is actually in print. With a crappy cover but oh well. OMG.
You mean this is actually finally going to come out someday? And it's CHEAP?!
Is it bad that I want all of these? It is, isn't it? OK, I'll stop now.
I went to Chicago and saw Scritti Politti and it was great! I'm tired! I have to sleep! Bye!
PANDA BABIES. I've watched this at least 50 times this week. CRANK IT UP (when the ad is over).
P-RUNWAY! I love P-Runway. These girls are so boring though, except the lantern-jawed Margit Carstensen who needs to stop showing me her ribcage (although can I have that black lace overlay dress she wore for the runway please) and then that dewy-skinned pixie lady who just looks so cute all the time it makes me sick. So many bitchy dudes! Yay! P.S. I hate all the dresses tonight. Is that one made out of truffles? Gross. P-RUNWAY!
If Ashanti says "hasta la vista (snap)" on my TV one more time I will throw it out the window. (No I won't. I know it will happen again.)
Ohhhh broseph, look at that. It is Christmas in July. It is USA Basketball practice time! So I rush home today, right, to find pictures of a certain professional athlete in his Team USA gear (I have my priorities) and what do I find? A blog, son!
I will admit after the first graf I kind of went Zzzzzz but I perked up instantly at "after 10 minutes, it was like 'Man,'" which is exactly the kind of musical storytelling magic I was anticipating.
I just pray that whoever the hater is at NBA.com will stop using that ancient jug-eared Caesar bangs picture already, because a part of me dies every time I look at it. Stop the madness.
Oh my God. OH MY GOD.
WHITE
CHOCOLATE
HAS
A
RING
OH
HELL
YEAH
Holy moly. Do you believe it? I don't believe it. Yet I believe it. I totally believe it.
I take a great deal of credit for this victory. Let me clue you in to MY SECRETS. There are but only two.
1) No editions of J-WILL HAIR WATCH 3000 all season long. This means something.
2) I made an amazing discovery during the second quarter of Game 6. This is some serious "In Search Of" shit, so DUDE. LISTEN.
As my poor suffering Christopher is my witness, during every Dallas possession I would sing "Do I Make You Proud?" by Taylor Hicks (YES. YES, I DID.) and the Mavericks would miss the shot. Every time. EVERY TIME. Except, like, maybe twice. Like, almost the rest of the entire game. Seriously. I'm serious! Ask Chris. He got really tired of it really fast. But he was THERE. He was a witness! Or should I say a NOWITNESS.
There were times when I would space out and not do it, and then they'd make a shot and get the points. But then I'd be "on it" the next possession and they'd miss. Always. Seriously.
This didn't work for fast-break or second-chance baskets or foul shots, for those keeping score at home, but honestly, it totally did the trick. I don't even know how I started doing it; I think that Ford commercial was on and then I just started singing it to be annoying and BAM. It worked. Like a voodoo charm. I'm a SORCERER.
This is totally exactly what it was like:
MAVERICKS: ::dribbling ball::
ME (Obnoxious): DO I MAKE YOU PROOOOOOOOOOOOUD
MAVERICKS: ::brick:: and/or ::airball::
I'm not kidding. I have POWERS. Apparently. And I don't even know the song!!! All I know is DO I MAKE YOU PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUD. I guess that's all I need, because MAGIC happened.
Holy moly. Holy holy moly.
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
DO THE DANCE MIKE BIBBY DO THE DANCE
I FINALLY SEE THE KINGS WIN ON MY TV
WHAT A NIGHT
AWESOME SHAREEF AWESOME
BRAD, YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS YOU
BIBBY IS CLUTCH
VLADE!!!!!!!!!!!
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK LUKE WALTON FOR HIS TREMENDOUS CONTRIBUTIONS TO THE KINGS' WIN TONIGHT
THANK YOU KINGS
THANK YOU WORLD
THANK YOU
My job made me a little angry today so now I am having my second big giant bloody Mary with a Grain Belt back. I'm apparently being moved into a bad shift on one bad day a week because apparently the person who was doing it was doing a crappy job. What? See, I don't understand why I have to be punished because someone else can't do their job. Can you explain that to me? Because I really don't understand it.
I keep saying I should really be grateful because it could be much worse, I could be working for (name any other company I've worked for) but seriously don't put me in this position. And don't make me walk out of my boss' office on the last line, "How do you like them apples, (Name of Boss)" because that's exactly what I did today. Dammit YOU TURNED ME INTO A MONSTER.
Maybe I should talk about things I love!
See, I love a lot of things. Lots of things are lovable.
Eh.
There's a record store in town where I used to go in high school all the time to get all my jangly alternative rock records and whatnot. I remember going there one time and buying the soundtrack to The Magic Christian instead of Stump's A Fierce Pancake and many years later I would look back on that like it was a mistake! Because I really wanted that Stump record, oh man. I found it eventually on GEMM. Real cheap too!
ANYWAY.
When I moved back here, I ended up working on the other end of the block from the record store, so just like when I used to work across the street from Sephora, this was a Sexy Shopping Danger. I liked to go in there and spend money.
ANYWAY.
The building is being torn down (condos!!!) and the store is going out of business.
This makes me sad!
I mean it's not like I went there for the 15 years I was not living in Minneapolis or anything, and it's not even in the same building I used to go to, but I have memories. And now, the store has discounts.
I went in today and spent more money on records than I have in a zillion zillion years. I mean I don't even know if I've spent this much at one time ever. (I think I have.) But there were so many great things in there I waaaaaanted and figured oh hey, I don't have to spend top dollar on them or anything and I am helping to fund the store owner's retirement and yay.
What I didn't know was that Ze Records was BACK, and that it reissued a bunch of Cristina stuff last year. No idea! I even have Sleep It Off on a real actual record and have had it for a long time unlike all them HIPSTERS. But this other stuff, I don't think I've ever even seen it.
So that was exciting.
Then I go to the Ze site to get the art and discover that they will be reissuing the LIO CATALOG! and I got extra excited.
Maybe this will turn into Kenneth Anger/Fantoma II, but I have faith. They did a good job on these Cristina reissues, I have to say.
So there's sad music news and glad music news.
The store is also silent-auctioning off its memorabilia on the walls and stuff, so I put in a bid on a poster. Not even an old poster or anything, and in fact I already have a poster for this album, but I've admired it since I've been back and I figured it'd be nice to have a little something something from the store that doesn't go WAY back to ages ago, like I don't think I really deserve that.
They also had this awesome Reprise record label clock up behind the counter, but I think that's gone already. Oh well.
I need to take pictures of the building before it gets torn down because it has some cool original signage and paintage and, you know, that'll be toast soon enough.
YAY! We just came back from Le Apple Store. The shipment of Tiger came yesterday so I was already using it, right. The iTunes Art screen saver is BOSS. I can sit and be hypmotized by it all day.
BUT! We went a little mental tonight to the tune of two PowerBooks and two iPods. And I already have one iPod! I love conspicuous consumption! Yay!
I got an iPod mini, 6GB. I NEEDED it. You have to have an iPod devoted just for compilations, see, otherwise when you scroll down the artists list your thumb hurts because there are so many artists who have only like one song. Singles oriented, albums oriented. It's simple really!
Can you tell I've thought about this for months?
I was trying to decide between the green and the pink and I finally settled on the pink because I like the new pink better than the new green. And then I can get one of those Acme Made mini cases in green leather to go with it, right.
I've thought about this for MONTHS!
The PowerBook was a bit of a surprise because I was just going to settle for an iBook eventually but I'm so bad with scrolling and I think the trackpad on PowerBooks is made for fumbly dyslexic people such as I. I can't just put one finger on the trackpad, that's WRONG. So when I try to use an iBook, the cursor just sits there and laughs at me.
But oh! The PowerBook! It's 12"! It's tiny and cute! It's got a SuperDrive even though I don't need it! It's got more RAM than my eMac! It's .33 Ghz faster than my eMac! Did I say it's cute?! It's still in a box and I want to go mess with it!
Then the fun part is the naming. I think I will name him Satellite of Love, because my eMac is named Crow (Crow II actually) and my storage drives are Servo and Gypsy because I am stupid. I was thinking of naming it Timmy after Crow's shadowy evil twin, but that just didn't seem right. My brother's name is Joel. Mike? No. Cambot is just misguided and Deep 13, that's for NERRRRRRRRRDS. Hahahaha irony.
My iPod, that is another case altogether. My big iPod is named Elliott so I needed to name this one after another beloved dead person, so I named him Ochs. Because he's PINK, GET IT?! Hahahahaha oh no that's really not funny. But I thought "Ochs!" and it sounded perfect and I love it.
And then we bought two 12-packs of beer and came home and I hope the Kings don't lose tonight.
Imagine me being able to sit in front of the TV and ramble like this all the time? I am going to be insufferable. YAY!
Whoa.
P.S. Kings 101, 76ers 99, hahahahaha woo.
I know, I'm never here, but I'm getting used to the new work schedule and all that. Responsibility is overrated! Hahaha no. Or wait.
The thing is that oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh my, oh my goodness. Tomorrow on NBA Inside Stuff (12:30 p.m. ET on ABC Sports!), it is dedicated to ... the Vlade.
Oh! The Vlade!
Yes, Vlade Divac, though he breaks my heart, he is still magic. On Sunday, we are with him always in Serbia, where he smiles and drives boats. Vlade Divac, protector of children and friend to animals of all kinds. He will take us all up in his mighty, meaty paws to show us the path to righteousness and the True Way.
Vlade Vlade Vlade Vlade Vlade. He's so great.
Hahahahaha awesome.
The NBA schedule-maker did Kings center Brad Miller a solid. The team plays back-to-back Friday and Saturday nights in Minneapolis and Indianapolis, respectively, and then is idle until Tuesday night in Milwaukee. So Miller and Greg Ostertag - is there an outdoors program in need of a couple of 7-foot hosts? - plan to go hunting Sunday.
"We're off all day Sunday and there will be no cell phones," Miller said. "Yeah, I'm going to take Greg with me. Nobody is going to be able to find me unless they know."
(Sacramento Bee: Kings Notes)
FINALLY. It's the League Pass commercial featuring my "favorite fantasy player," heh heh heh. I'm sorry, that's terribly inappropriate. Anyway, I finally managed to dupe it off the DVR cache before I changed the channel and lost it forever (which has happened). It sure took long enough; they practically never show this one. And it's the BEST ONE.
click to open movie in a new window
Note the Vlade poster under Brad's nameplate.
I compressed it into a tiny .mov, but I'll probably get around to making a better copy for the Web later. Not like anyone cares about this other than oh, me. But it's so delightful, I have to share it.
This revelation will only be relevant to three other people on the planet, but it is EARTHSHATTERING: James Hyde was a backup dancer for Dead or Alive (via Dustin's Passions Page). This is the most amazing thing ever. His association with "International Male" makes total perfect sense now.
Oh wait, wait wait wait! WAIT! So I went to see if maybe I could find that picture of him in his "plush lounger," right, and I find out that it even SAYS this on his International Male page. It was RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG. I need to bookmark that site finally for real.
Why this was never revealed to me before, I have no idea. I feel a fog is lifting.
EDIT: Of course it's not a "plush lounger," it's The Fleece Snuggler®. How could I forget?!
I'm sorry, Brad, did I wake you?
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I can't imagine what kind of rough night he must have had to show up at media day looking like that. Maybe he overslept because he thought school picture day was on the fourth, like for every team other than the Kings and the Rockets? These were taken on October 1, since they had to leave all early for a preseason exhibition in China. Anyway, I can't decide if this is a step back from or an improvement over his "trimmed my bangs with a nail scissors" look from media day last year. Let's call it a draw. Doesn't he remember how cute he looks when he shaves his head? Honestly.
Far more aesthetically palatable are these pictures from the Getta Cue charity dealie:
Oh my God. Those pictures make me feel funny.
In other exciting developments, I've discovered that the Kings brought on Greg Ostertag not as a replacement for Vlade per se, but as a backup for Brad, who's apparently a real live starter this year (in Vlade's absence):
I think it's gonna be a good show! Thanks, Comcast, for deciding to start a central CA sports channel this year. Dicks.
Vlade on media day, October 4, my anniversary, which was clearly weighing heavily on his mind. (Click to enlarge.)
Good lord, he looks different!!! He looks ... "refreshed." Did he get something done? I find it hard to believe he'd do something like that. Not my Vlade. What is L.A. doing to you? You get back here. Shame, shame, shame.
To help me feel better I found this hot picture, even though it's a flashback to the day he STABBED ME almost to DEATH with his DISLOYALTY.
What a male model. A dream machine. Sigh.
"Raw" is on and I've got a new Enquirer waiting for me (Britney's drug dealer tells all!) so I'll just be quick about it.
Encouraging better smoking etiquette — a much more effective guilt-inducer than those "Welcome to Crazyworld" ads that make me want to go out and huff entire cartons of cigarettes around, say, nurseries and hospitals and puppies and kittens. (Maybe not kittens.) These cater directly to my inner insane control freak. (I can just hear Chris saying "What do you mean 'inner'?" Oh ho ho ho ho.) I'm also a sucker for picto people and cars and hooty owls and oh man, I can't stop reading them. Now if only someone would make a series of these to illustrate how to properly wait in a line, I'd think someone was living inside my head. (Thanks kung-foo.tv.)
This is just a quick PSA to say that if you aren't reading these, you are missing out on one of the greatest things ever.
OH
MY
GOD
So you know, Aloud is like one of my favoritest new bands ever in, uh, the last 12 months, in that they are Frenchy and dancey and housey, and the singer has this outlandishly macho and unctuously suave voice that is a wonder and a thrill to behold. (Take a wild guess which one he is in that picture over there, oh ho ho.) While I was away, the Mr. dug up their new "Sex & Sun" single for me, since I had no idea it was out or anything (Europeans!), and that inspired me to go to their site to get all updated on their doings and stuff. So they had the video for "Sex & Sun" up there, right? So I watched it? And
OH
MY
GOD
it is a total homage to one of the great achievements in music video history, "Club Tropicana" by Wham! As if I didn't adore Aloud enough already. About 15 seconds in I realized that my "Haha, it's Pepsi & Shirley" joke was actually no coincidence, and I was so shocked, I started screaming. I think Christopher might have run in here to make sure I was okay. Anyway, there are total shot-by-shot recreations that must be seen to be believed, including trumpets in the pool, the waterfall shower scene (!) and all sorts of scandalous cavorting in Speedos and Ray-Bans. You just might have a heart attack, and you will thank me for it.
So one very saucy and sexxxay soul sent us a box of Sofia Minis that arrived today and we are still so giddy over it. We haven't opened them yet but they're beautiful and surprisingly hefty. I'm going to have to see if we have any straws in the house because it's very important that in the event that I drink sparkling wine out of a can (and that event will happen soon), it's gotta be through a straw. That lady with the presents, she's pretty hot stuff. If you click on the picture, you'll get a sweet shot of the inside of our fridge. That big brown bag is our leftovers from tonight's dinner. (Fried rice and chicken in garlic sauce.) (Delicious.) Check out that pork shoulder, it'll probably take another week for it to thaw. I still don't know what I'm gonna do with it. I'm sure Martha will give me some inspiration.
Anyway, it's good we got these here beverages that are engineered For the Spontaneous Celebration! because they're going to help us spontaneously celebrate our move. We're moving. Moving to Minnesota! We've got a hot place lined up and everything. So I think we've got about a month left in California and then voop we'll be over there. I won't even need to get a new drivers license. This whole thing is a way for me to dodge having to get a CA license, you see. Hahahahaha I kid! No really. Not really? No really.
ITEM! Jason Williams models the new Grizzlies uniform, which is hot in that fake throwback kind of way.
But psst, what's going on with the shorts up there? I'm a little frightened.
Jane is about the amazingest girl you could ever hope to meet, ever. She is a climb every mountain kind of woman, even though she leaves the house about as much as I do, but you know, we're of the same mind, those great kinds what done think alike. Now she's gotten with the getting and moved over to Blogger, where The Modern Log promises to be the reason for the season and all those to come. Now if I can just stop making a mess of it with my inability to post comments without looking like a retard. Me and Blogger need to make up, he's a little touchy after I left him for MT back here. Me me me blah blah blah! Anyway, I replaced Janest with a little TML grafik down in the blogs list now, so yay, go see it! Yay!
I don't want to talk about the Kings. :'( :'( :'( But I'm optimistic! I really am!!!
So Process Type Foundry, the lovely people who designed the FIG face which you see up on this very page, have updated it! They redesigned the "r" so that it doesn't tip in anymore! It's crazy. But what's lovely is that it's all OpenType now and they allow a full update to purchasers for FREE! That's Minnesota good sense right there. P.S., Who wants to pay $99.95 for a limited noncommercial Movable Type 3.0 license? How about $189.95? I mean really.
I had a screening interview today for a job in MN. It actually sounds like a decent one. It basically sounds like my old boss' job except not involving news or TV or MTV. Which at first I was thinking, "oh no," but then I thought, "oh yes," because did I really enjoy all that stuff that involved news or TV or MTV? Christopher reminded me of that concept. He's really good at doing that. Anyway, we'll see. OPTIMISM!!!
I made a pork roast tonight. I marinated it in soy, honey, ginger and garlic with some sesame thrown in there. Pretty good! I impress myself. Some fresh Brussels sprouts were also available. And delicious beer.
I'm totally craving candy right now.
This is so unlike me, but I'm THAT into it.
The Paul Wellstone Mental Health Equitable Treatment Act, a common sense legislation which has 69 co-sponsors in the Senate, would end discrimination by the insurance industry against people suffering from mental illness. As part of its national grassroots campaign to get the bill passed, Wellstone Action! are taking the famed Green Bus from St. Paul to Washington for a rally on June 10. Find out more and sponsor a mile, won't you?
Why yes, I did watch Airport 1975 today.
Three things I learned tonight:
1) Brad Miller is flipping insane. Does he miss playing with two crippled arms? He is going to break himself in half, the rate he's going. Oh! He rules.
2) These Timberwolves games are so much more fun when every time Kevin Garnett gets called for traveling or otherwise turns the ball over in a remarkably idiotic way you say, "What a tremendous MVP play!" or "That's a brilliant MVP maneuver!" and so on.
3) Vlade is still an awesome dude.
Vlade have good feeling about game
So tonight we were up like, what, eight points with a minute left or whatever and I was still in hysterics. I think the key was that I did not finish my magic beer until the game was over and therefore everything came out OK. Yay! Finally I can get out of a game without having to repeat the Brad Miller mantra: "That's bullshit, man."
Hey, you know why I don't mind paying good money for ecto? Because the dude is a Kings fan.
sacbee.com -- Kings notes:
As Peja Stojakovic departed his interview session Sunday with a small gathering of media, he offered the peace sign to his chest, said, "Peace, Americans," then followed with, "You know what I'm sayin?"
Oh my word. That is my new most favorite phrase. To celebrate, enjoy this gratuitous Peja glamour photo (with hot date Brad on the left).
Today I saw the greatest television commercial ever created in the history of television and commercials and television commercials.
My love for you is ... strong.
My desire for you is ... strong!
I think of you day and night,
every time I dunk and when I box out.
I think me and you make nice ... hmm ... couple.
If I cannot make you mine, that would be so stink.
Love, Vlade
It's being streamed over here. It is like a beautiful magical dream.
P.S. Can we just fast-forward to the end of the playoffs and let the Kings win already? Because I can't take the stress anymore, my heart has been broken too many times and I'm a sensitive girl. Love, Kim
... precipitation's on the way. I really want one of these, really super bad. We saw one at the Discovery Channel Store or whatever those places are called, you know, basically the Museum Store except for nerdy science nerds who are into science and skeletons and bugs and crap. We can't get one because we're sitting on our moneys for the time being. More on that later. But I really really really want to program my very own Northwestern weatherball like a crazy person. Perhaps THIS will inspire me to employment! Hahahahaha. Ha.
You know what else is great is that my husband surprised me with the Simon F albums I was feenin' for here. Did you know Robert Mapplethorpe took the pictures for the Gun cover? How on Earth did F swing that? I guess he was just a very attractive and ambitious young man in those days, right. Anyway, I'm so so so excited. It's almost like having a weatherball. Maybe better.
I'm sick of loooove/ I wish I'd never met yoooou
The verdict is in, the Bob/VS ads rule. The new one with the hat? Forget about it. Do you think Bob actually interacted with any of the models, or did they just film him separately? Like, a year after they filmed anyone else? I need to know!!! Maybe all will be revealed over the course of a few months, like in those Taster's Choice ads. Oh man. At last, something that I won't hate seeing during NBC Daytime.
Also, Bob can predict the future. Thanks to Justin for directing me to the awesome evidence.
Oh yeah, I neglected to mention that I am about as far from surprised about the AI results as is humanly possible.
Well, I guess the only thing I'm surprised about is that she lasted as long as she did. Snore. Although it's impressive that she went ahead and redid the horribly crappy finish of that song again on Wednesday, like she actually wanted to go out like that. She must really enjoy doing people's hair.
Man, was she pissed. Hahahaha. She's an OK singer but so dull! And she's married with stepkids, she's practically an old lady. Nobody likes old ladies unless they're smoking weed in Ice Cube movies.
I have to admit I like her more and more each week. Her performances seem to get loonier like she's sensing that she doesn't have much time left anyway so she has nothing to lose. Remember the first week when she ended up in the bottom two and they had her sing and she was all like, "What the hell, I'll just go WAHWYEAIHEHAEYAHHA"? Entertaining.
Oh man, so unbearably bad, but no way did I think he would end up in the bottom three. My genius is validated once again, although I don't think it's farfetched at all that he wouldn't even get called out after that disaster. Yet apparently some people are SHOCKED by it. This guy has too many girls thinking that he is their imaginary emasculated boyfriend. If anything his bad performances will make even more people call in for him. As Cathy Dennis and Dancin' Danny D would say, that's the way of the world. I should really publish my predictions on Tuesdays but the government might recognize my brilliance and kidnap me for some devious thinktank.
Once again, I'm a genius. She's still horrible, and she LOOKED horrible on Tuesday. She looked much cuter on Wednesday, like she learned her lesson. Good girl. I don't like her voice though, she just sounds like she has allergies. And maybe now she can stop gesturing like a spazz while she sings? Doubtful. Unless she totally tears it up, I bet there'll be a wicked backlash next week though.
Ugh. She must have thought she was back on "America's Most Talented Kid," that was frigging unbearable. The whole time I kept saying, "I'm hungry for some Applebee's." I hated it and I just want her and her pinchy face to go away.
She did her thing, dawg, she held it down. Whatever.
Christopher's rooting for him now, which is shocking that he would root for anybody on AI. I guess he's been won over by his giddy sunny squatty charm. Out of everyone, I guess I like him and Fantasia best, which is hardly going out on a craaazy limb or anything. But I'm not all "Oh man, so so awesome" about anybody like I've been before.
She was not good at all! She's really getting worse as the weeks go on it seems, like Camile is rubbing off on her. 'Sup, keep it real my sisters.
Oh Jesus. I can no longer look at the TV when he is on, ever, at all. Why can't he have some crazy scandal come out so he can finally get the boot and the suffering can end? Obviously the Smoking Gun isn't doing its job properly.
Did you know that the Figgs make a video for "Slow Charm"? I had no idea until I found it here. Also the new album cover, Palais, look how beautiful it is. I'm crying a little.
From pretty to ugly:
While it still brings no joy to look at, it's at least an improvement. I like to think I'm doing my part for the children.
