All right, I need new stuff to read. I've read everything in my house that doesn't make me want to retch. Last few reads have been Malcolm Gladwell, Maria Dahvana Headley, Cheo Hodari Coker, John Feinstein, Seinfeld & Philosophy, Lawrence Block, Mike Lupica, and Bill Simmons.
So you've got a pretty wide-cast net there. Go fish!
ADDENDUM: I went to Grandma's to reread the Year of Yes, only to find when I got home that in MySpace the author'd made a friend request, which I answered and then commented on her page, and then she commented back to me--the final two things which happened within a half-hour. Technology. Gotta love it. I doubt she'll see this over heah, but Maria, I've pimped out your excellence again. This puts you alongside such lumaries as the Gin Blossoms and Jessica Alba's parents, but even so.
Life Of Illusion Joe Walsh
5/31/06
5/29/06
High Fidelity: Stars & Stripes
No big lead-in for the gig this week--top 5 songs that most affected the way I see the country.
1. The entire catalogue of Rage Against the Machine, for coming along at a time when I was just starting to question what I was learned and taught. My parents started the ball rolling there, and pretty much severly underestimated how much speed it was going to gather and far down the hill as it was going to end up going.
2. Marvin Gaye, and a tie. "What's Going On", "Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)", and "Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)". Good to see in 30 years the plight of the average black American's improved so that we don't have to worry about things like war, urban blight, and the environment, eh, comrades?
3. Sly & the Family Stone, "Don't Call Me Nigger, Whitey". It's got two lines, and is the most concise and accurate song ever.
4. The Eagles, "Life In The Fast Lane". Yes, I do live in Southern California! Why do you ask?
5. Nirvana, "Smells Like Teen Spirit". You have to understand--like a decade of Poison and the Crue and Cinderella and all of a sudden out of the television comes this unwashed mass and that fucking riff and I was 12--after that 4 minutes, hitting puberty was a layup. Man.
You Got Me the Roots feat. Erykah Badu
1. The entire catalogue of Rage Against the Machine, for coming along at a time when I was just starting to question what I was learned and taught. My parents started the ball rolling there, and pretty much severly underestimated how much speed it was going to gather and far down the hill as it was going to end up going.
2. Marvin Gaye, and a tie. "What's Going On", "Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)", and "Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)". Good to see in 30 years the plight of the average black American's improved so that we don't have to worry about things like war, urban blight, and the environment, eh, comrades?
3. Sly & the Family Stone, "Don't Call Me Nigger, Whitey". It's got two lines, and is the most concise and accurate song ever.
4. The Eagles, "Life In The Fast Lane". Yes, I do live in Southern California! Why do you ask?
5. Nirvana, "Smells Like Teen Spirit". You have to understand--like a decade of Poison and the Crue and Cinderella and all of a sudden out of the television comes this unwashed mass and that fucking riff and I was 12--after that 4 minutes, hitting puberty was a layup. Man.
You Got Me the Roots feat. Erykah Badu
5/27/06
KWBR
ADDS:
Brown, Chris feat. Wayne, Lil' - Gimme That (remix)
Jam, Pearl - Life Wasted
Ross, Rick - Hustlin'
DROPS:
"Gold Lion" (13), "Poppin' My Collar" (14)
fifteen Tell Me When To Go E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak (4)
fourteen When You're Mad Ne-Yo (15)*
thirteen Bossy Kelis feat. Too Short (10)
twelve Move Along the All-American Rejects (11)
eleven Where'd You Go Fort Minor feat. Holly Brook (12)*
ten
Promiscuous Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland (debut)
nine
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks (9)*
eight
Crazy Gnarls Barkley (debut)*
seven
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me' Fall Out Boy (6)
six
Dani California Red Hot Chili Peppers (8)*
five
Walk Away Kelly Clarkson (5)*
four
Me & U Cassie (6)*
three
Temperature Sean Paul (3)*
two
Ms. New Booty Bubba Sparxxx feat. Ying Ying Twins (1)
ONE
What You Know T.I. (2) [2w]
Satisfaction Benny Benassi
Brown, Chris feat. Wayne, Lil' - Gimme That (remix)
Jam, Pearl - Life Wasted
Ross, Rick - Hustlin'
DROPS:
"Gold Lion" (13), "Poppin' My Collar" (14)
fifteen Tell Me When To Go E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak (4)
fourteen When You're Mad Ne-Yo (15)*
thirteen Bossy Kelis feat. Too Short (10)
twelve Move Along the All-American Rejects (11)
eleven Where'd You Go Fort Minor feat. Holly Brook (12)*
ten
Promiscuous Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland (debut)
nine
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks (9)*
eight
Crazy Gnarls Barkley (debut)*
seven
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me' Fall Out Boy (6)
six
Dani California Red Hot Chili Peppers (8)*
five
Walk Away Kelly Clarkson (5)*
four
Me & U Cassie (6)*
three
Temperature Sean Paul (3)*
two
Ms. New Booty Bubba Sparxxx feat. Ying Ying Twins (1)
ONE
What You Know T.I. (2) [2w]
Satisfaction Benny Benassi
5/22/06
While I'm Not R.Kelly, I Want 14 Badly
Let me explain.
12 series and two rounds of--let's face it--so far, the best postseason if not in NBA history, then at least the post-cable era. We've had Cinderella stories, we've had players who we already thought were great pushing for legendary in the Kiiiiiiiiing and Der Nowitzki, nut fondling, and, of course, my favorite memory so far, Raja Bell JBLifying Public Enemy #8 (next year #24--it don't matter, fuck him in the ass with a cancer-having bear).
Never mind, the Bell Clothesline From Hell is my second favorite memory so far.
My favorite is happening right now.
It's going 8-0 in the first round with my predictions, which has now been offically followed by 4-0 in the 2nd round. And predicting the correct amount of games in five of the twelve.
12-0 with 5 bonus points so far. MR. Dufresne, if you please.
So you can be assured, what I type next will soon become bible truth. Get yourself to your bettor.
EASTERN CONFERENCE FINALS
Heat/Pistons
This has been building up since last year. And ever since the summer, I've gotten the same feeling. You see, I got introduced to a friend of mine in September named Earl Hickey who put into my head the idea of karma. Reaping what one sows. All that sort of thing.
The Heat were about 3 minutes and one less injured Dwayne Wade from going to the Finals last year. And Pat Riley a) dismantled the team's core, the supporting cast for the Big 2 then b) pushed Ron Je--Stan Van Gundy into traffic to take the coaching gig himself. That's never sat right with me, even as I laugh at Shaq's interviews and marvel at D-Dub. And Detroit? They lost Game 7 in the Finals last year. And added a coach who somehow rattled off numerous 50-win seasons and got run out of Minnesota (which they don't regret at all, I bet). The widely-regarded best TEAM in the league. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't like Detroit. I grew up a Lakers fan, and last year's Finals put me to sleep in Game 1 and I didn't wake up until the Fourth of July. And even though Detroit got surprised by the Kiiiiiiiing and had to go all 7 while Walker got to fling daquiris on South Beach, I still think two things about this:
--the Cavs pushing the Pistons to the absolute limit has snapped their attention to full focus, with none of this we-can-just-show-up-and-win bullshit mentality that they slept through in the first two rounds leading them to get clowned in both Game 3s
--KARMA.
Pistons in 7.
WESTERN CONFERENCE FINALS
Mavericks/Suns
I'll be straight up and down like 6:00 about this.
I haven't been this excited for a basketball series since I figured out girls didn't have cooties.
I mean, my GOD. Phoenix is my favorite team to watch in the league with the way they remind me of Showtime and the Mavs aren't far behind. I've had Nash as my MVP as the past couple of years. Dirk has gone from "All-Star" to almost being D-Hova, that's how bad the Takeover's been happening in the first two rounds. The Suns have been spooky good from deep and Dallas' bootleg Phoenix supporting cast of Daniels, Terry and Howard has been running the floor like they see cops coming. Mark Cuban is insane, and Phoenix's female fans are the hottest in the league. (I should probably say LA, but all those fake tits...eh.) Both teams run supercharged offenses and you can expect 110 from the winners every game, easy. This is going to be great.
Gut feeling and mood when I look at the East--and honestly, it took Bron Bron ripping off his jersey to reveal the big giant S to make me pay deep attention to the East--that I summed up with the word karma. You know what my gut feels?
New coach.
Much better defense.
About the same level offense which would be getting Phoenix-level hype if it...you know, wasn't for Phoenix.
The Suns' Battles of Los Angeles going all 14 games just so they didn't sleep in the fire and go back to their new millennium homes.
And Dirk Nowitzki showing fire. Leading the team to the promised land. Draining 3s, setting the table for everybody else. And the supporting cast running and getting busy on the break. David Stern, you might want to brace yourself. I'm not saying it's a definite...but you might want to have the precautions ready just in case.
Mavs in 6.
Quote the Rosser...nevermore.
My Hood Young Jeezy
12 series and two rounds of--let's face it--so far, the best postseason if not in NBA history, then at least the post-cable era. We've had Cinderella stories, we've had players who we already thought were great pushing for legendary in the Kiiiiiiiiing and Der Nowitzki, nut fondling, and, of course, my favorite memory so far, Raja Bell JBLifying Public Enemy #8 (next year #24--it don't matter, fuck him in the ass with a cancer-having bear).
Never mind, the Bell Clothesline From Hell is my second favorite memory so far.
My favorite is happening right now.
It's going 8-0 in the first round with my predictions, which has now been offically followed by 4-0 in the 2nd round. And predicting the correct amount of games in five of the twelve.
12-0 with 5 bonus points so far. MR. Dufresne, if you please.
So you can be assured, what I type next will soon become bible truth. Get yourself to your bettor.
EASTERN CONFERENCE FINALS
Heat/Pistons
This has been building up since last year. And ever since the summer, I've gotten the same feeling. You see, I got introduced to a friend of mine in September named Earl Hickey who put into my head the idea of karma. Reaping what one sows. All that sort of thing.
The Heat were about 3 minutes and one less injured Dwayne Wade from going to the Finals last year. And Pat Riley a) dismantled the team's core, the supporting cast for the Big 2 then b) pushed Ron Je--Stan Van Gundy into traffic to take the coaching gig himself. That's never sat right with me, even as I laugh at Shaq's interviews and marvel at D-Dub. And Detroit? They lost Game 7 in the Finals last year. And added a coach who somehow rattled off numerous 50-win seasons and got run out of Minnesota (which they don't regret at all, I bet). The widely-regarded best TEAM in the league. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't like Detroit. I grew up a Lakers fan, and last year's Finals put me to sleep in Game 1 and I didn't wake up until the Fourth of July. And even though Detroit got surprised by the Kiiiiiiiing and had to go all 7 while Walker got to fling daquiris on South Beach, I still think two things about this:
--the Cavs pushing the Pistons to the absolute limit has snapped their attention to full focus, with none of this we-can-just-show-up-and-win bullshit mentality that they slept through in the first two rounds leading them to get clowned in both Game 3s
--KARMA.
Pistons in 7.
WESTERN CONFERENCE FINALS
Mavericks/Suns
I'll be straight up and down like 6:00 about this.
I haven't been this excited for a basketball series since I figured out girls didn't have cooties.
I mean, my GOD. Phoenix is my favorite team to watch in the league with the way they remind me of Showtime and the Mavs aren't far behind. I've had Nash as my MVP as the past couple of years. Dirk has gone from "All-Star" to almost being D-Hova, that's how bad the Takeover's been happening in the first two rounds. The Suns have been spooky good from deep and Dallas' bootleg Phoenix supporting cast of Daniels, Terry and Howard has been running the floor like they see cops coming. Mark Cuban is insane, and Phoenix's female fans are the hottest in the league. (I should probably say LA, but all those fake tits...eh.) Both teams run supercharged offenses and you can expect 110 from the winners every game, easy. This is going to be great.
Gut feeling and mood when I look at the East--and honestly, it took Bron Bron ripping off his jersey to reveal the big giant S to make me pay deep attention to the East--that I summed up with the word karma. You know what my gut feels?
New coach.
Much better defense.
About the same level offense which would be getting Phoenix-level hype if it...you know, wasn't for Phoenix.
The Suns' Battles of Los Angeles going all 14 games just so they didn't sleep in the fire and go back to their new millennium homes.
And Dirk Nowitzki showing fire. Leading the team to the promised land. Draining 3s, setting the table for everybody else. And the supporting cast running and getting busy on the break. David Stern, you might want to brace yourself. I'm not saying it's a definite...but you might want to have the precautions ready just in case.
Mavs in 6.
Quote the Rosser...nevermore.
My Hood Young Jeezy
High Fidelity: Rock The Bells
I really got to thank Nick Hornby and John Cusack; I know without that book and movie I would've been bouncing off the walls in a rubber room in a fluffy white coat. Anyway, in order to spruce up my Mondays I'm going to do some top 5s weekly from now until I get unsingled. Yes, I watched the movie last night and was suddenly overcome by this idea.
Anyhow, the kickoff: top 5 songs I want to play at my wedding (assuming, of course, I ever get to that point).
1. Whatever "Our Song" happens to be. Maybe not to lead off, but yeah, have to have that in there unless I want to be playing the entirety of Here, My Dear during the divorce hearing.
2. "Don't Know Much About History", Sam Cooke. I really love this song, and it's surprising to me I haven't heard it weddingfied to death over the years. I'm quietly grateful.
3. "Crimson & Clover" by Tommy James & the Shondells. Yeah, my favorite song ever. I'm shocked it's on the list, too.
4. "At Last" by Etta James, for all the obvious reasons.
5. "I Believe When I Fall In Love (It Will Be Forever)" by Stevie Wonder. Bringing us full circle for this Monday. Not bad.
Superstition Stevie Wonder
Anyhow, the kickoff: top 5 songs I want to play at my wedding (assuming, of course, I ever get to that point).
1. Whatever "Our Song" happens to be. Maybe not to lead off, but yeah, have to have that in there unless I want to be playing the entirety of Here, My Dear during the divorce hearing.
2. "Don't Know Much About History", Sam Cooke. I really love this song, and it's surprising to me I haven't heard it weddingfied to death over the years. I'm quietly grateful.
3. "Crimson & Clover" by Tommy James & the Shondells. Yeah, my favorite song ever. I'm shocked it's on the list, too.
4. "At Last" by Etta James, for all the obvious reasons.
5. "I Believe When I Fall In Love (It Will Be Forever)" by Stevie Wonder. Bringing us full circle for this Monday. Not bad.
Superstition Stevie Wonder
5/16/06
Dawn Ostroff, You Magnificent Ba--Bi--uh...HOORAY!
At least 13. Maybe the whole season's worth of 22.
Maybe you Bovine University students can join in and WATCH THIS FALL, HUH!?!?
And now, for the only song that truly encapsulates an awesome moment such as this:
Jump Around House Of Pain
Maybe you Bovine University students can join in and WATCH THIS FALL, HUH!?!?
And now, for the only song that truly encapsulates an awesome moment such as this:
Jump Around House Of Pain
5/15/06
I [heart] Technology
...I didn't know I could think things and they'd just show up. Ohhh....come on, hot fudge sundae!
My Daring Humps DJ Solomon mixing Gorillaz and the Black Eyed Peas
My Daring Humps DJ Solomon mixing Gorillaz and the Black Eyed Peas
5/13/06
KWBR
DROPPED: "Tear You Apart" (7), "Steady, As She Goes" (8), "Touch The Sky" (10), "So Sick" (11)
fifteen
When You're Mad Ne-Yo (debut)
fourteen
Poppin' My Collar Three 6 Mafia (15)
thirteen
Gold Lion Yeah Yeah Yeahs (13)*
twelve
Where'd You Go Fort Minor (debut)
eleven
Move Along the All-American Rejects (13)
ten
Bossy Kelis feat. Too Short (debut)
nine
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks (debut)
eight
Dani California Red Hot Chili Peppers (9)*
seven
Me And U Cassie (14)*
six
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me' Fall Out Boy (6)*
5. Walk Away Kelly Clarkson (5)*
4. Tell Me When To Go E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak (1)
3. Temperature Sean Paul (4)*
2. What You Know T.I. (3)*
1. Ms. New Booty Bubba Sparxxx feat. Ying Yang Twins (2)* [2w]
Behind These Immigrant Eyes Led Zeppelin + Kelly Clarkson
fifteen
When You're Mad Ne-Yo (debut)
fourteen
Poppin' My Collar Three 6 Mafia (15)
thirteen
Gold Lion Yeah Yeah Yeahs (13)*
twelve
Where'd You Go Fort Minor (debut)
eleven
Move Along the All-American Rejects (13)
ten
Bossy Kelis feat. Too Short (debut)
nine
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks (debut)
eight
Dani California Red Hot Chili Peppers (9)*
seven
Me And U Cassie (14)*
six
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me' Fall Out Boy (6)*
5. Walk Away Kelly Clarkson (5)*
4. Tell Me When To Go E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak (1)
3. Temperature Sean Paul (4)*
2. What You Know T.I. (3)*
1. Ms. New Booty Bubba Sparxxx feat. Ying Yang Twins (2)* [2w]
Behind These Immigrant Eyes Led Zeppelin + Kelly Clarkson
5/9/06
Just Another Wallace Living In Neptune
Yeah, I must post about the Veronica Mars season finale.
Like I'm ending this post any other way, right?
We Used To Be Friends the Dandy Warhols
- I knew it was Beav for a while now. It explained him not being comfortable with anything physical, and of course the typical younger brother getting picked on thing. I would've much rather Logan have beat him to death, though. I'm just saying is all. After the rolling HOLY SHIT bombshells she dropped on him that Cassidy did, he could've at least hung a jury. I remain convinced of that.
- SOOOOOOOO against LoVe getting back together. Friction makes heat. Everything deep comes from angst. (I keep telling myself this.)
- Holy shit. Holy shit. If this show goes off the air, somebody's offices are getting Molotov Home Repair in there for redecorating, W. Butch Rosser, CEO.
- Poor Wallace. (I know what you're saying, what about poor Mac? I am filing the night for her away in the same place I put Caddyshack II, Rocky V, '97, and '01. It never happened ever, and anyone who brings it up out of context gets fingers snapped. You dig me?)
- This just in: holy shit.
- WEIIIIIIIIDMANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~! Shit yeah. I want to be like him when I grow up.
- What's in the briefcase?
- See #3.
- What's in the briefcase?
- I am now fully elevating the show to "only miss in case of dimepiece date" status. Veronica, Keith, Logan, Wallace, these are your tablemates, Dr. Cox, Dr. Dorian, Dr. Turk, and Jack Bauer. Watch out for the last one. You reaaaaaaaaaaaly don't want to get on his bad side. Same goes for the first but he probably won't rip off your arm and beat you to death with it.
- Duncan (expectantly): "C.W.?" --> C.W. (firmly): "Done deal." Really? Let us pray. A lot.
- GODDAMNIT ROB THOMAS YOU SOULLESS BASTARD WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THE GODDAMN BRIEFCASE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Like I'm ending this post any other way, right?
We Used To Be Friends the Dandy Warhols
5/6/06
The Only Black Mamba Who Moves In For The Kill? Still Beatrix Kiddo.
You know, if Kobe was REALLY the MVP, I get the feeling he would've sort of closed out Phoenix in Game 5 instead of the Suns prisonraping them tonight (Addendum: forgot the way they completely choked away Game 6 with TimTom being more wide open than Tara Reid when only a 3 would cause OT). I get the feeling two things happen after tonight: Mr. Bryant never calls Raja Bell "kid" again, and Smush Parker spends the rest of his life having meals through a straw.
ANYHOW, on to Round 2.
(Please note I succesfully predicted all 8 first round winners, and in half of the series the number of games it would take to do so. Thank you.)
Pistons/Cavaliers: Yes, LeBron is crazy nice. The problem with crazy nice? The Pistons are the most complete team in the league and it's like someone locks them in a crawlspace after games, beating them with cacti while yelling "YOU LOST GAME 7! YOU COULD BE GOING FOR A 3PEAT, BUT NO! YOUUUUUUUU LOST GAME 7! YOU'RE WORTHLESS AND WEAK!" LeBron IS good enough for them to steal one; the Pistons are on a mission enough for them to completely wish them out of the cornfield otherwise. Pistons in 5.
Nets/Heat: Zoinks. The mandatory "East semifinal that goes 7". Which Heat show up? Does Miami have anyone to slow down Kidd and his distribution skills? How bad is Dwayne Wade's hip, really? I don't mean to be end-of-episode-old-TV-Batman about this, but there are too many crazy circumstances surrounding this. Teams, given everything, are about even. So what do you do? You pick the best player. And I say it's #3. Heat in 7.
Clippers/Suns: WTF. The CLIPPERS. The Los Angeles Clippers. Winnning playoff games. Next thing you know, Prezodent Squinty will successfully announce a five-syllable word. And I'll tell you another thing...they might win this, too. (And yes, part of my soul just died laughing.) Nash is hurt and they only really get one day of rest. The Clippers are rolling. Not only that, the weaker (AIEEEEEEEE) LA team showed the Suns can be had inside. Lamar Odom did some damage, but at the end of the day? Still Lamar Odom. Elton Brand, on the other hand, is one of the 10 best players in the league. And Sam Cassell seems to give them that sort of swagger. But...literally, I started typing "Clippers in 6" and my stomach jolted. So Suns in another 7.
Spurs/Mavs: OH.
HELLLLLLLLLLLL.
Yes.
Rocky IV. This is going to be Rocky IV. I don't mean in the Eva Longoria rips off her Tony Parker jersey to reveal a Dirk throwback underneath (though really, Eva Longoria ripping anything off--well, how can there be bad in THAT, I ask you) but in the sense that they just throw bombs at each other for 15 rounds and finally somebody hits the deck. Two things: Duncan's 80%, tops. Dirk is going to the top 5 and the Mavs closed out their series like real men. If it doesn't happen for Dallas this year, it's never ever going to happen. Fortunately for them...I think...it's this year. Mavs in 6.
Crazy Gnarls Barkley
ANYHOW, on to Round 2.
(Please note I succesfully predicted all 8 first round winners, and in half of the series the number of games it would take to do so. Thank you.)
Pistons/Cavaliers: Yes, LeBron is crazy nice. The problem with crazy nice? The Pistons are the most complete team in the league and it's like someone locks them in a crawlspace after games, beating them with cacti while yelling "YOU LOST GAME 7! YOU COULD BE GOING FOR A 3PEAT, BUT NO! YOUUUUUUUU LOST GAME 7! YOU'RE WORTHLESS AND WEAK!" LeBron IS good enough for them to steal one; the Pistons are on a mission enough for them to completely wish them out of the cornfield otherwise. Pistons in 5.
Nets/Heat: Zoinks. The mandatory "East semifinal that goes 7". Which Heat show up? Does Miami have anyone to slow down Kidd and his distribution skills? How bad is Dwayne Wade's hip, really? I don't mean to be end-of-episode-old-TV-Batman about this, but there are too many crazy circumstances surrounding this. Teams, given everything, are about even. So what do you do? You pick the best player. And I say it's #3. Heat in 7.
Clippers/Suns: WTF. The CLIPPERS. The Los Angeles Clippers. Winnning playoff games. Next thing you know, Prezodent Squinty will successfully announce a five-syllable word. And I'll tell you another thing...they might win this, too. (And yes, part of my soul just died laughing.) Nash is hurt and they only really get one day of rest. The Clippers are rolling. Not only that, the weaker (AIEEEEEEEE) LA team showed the Suns can be had inside. Lamar Odom did some damage, but at the end of the day? Still Lamar Odom. Elton Brand, on the other hand, is one of the 10 best players in the league. And Sam Cassell seems to give them that sort of swagger. But...literally, I started typing "Clippers in 6" and my stomach jolted. So Suns in another 7.
Spurs/Mavs: OH.
HELLLLLLLLLLLL.
Yes.
Rocky IV. This is going to be Rocky IV. I don't mean in the Eva Longoria rips off her Tony Parker jersey to reveal a Dirk throwback underneath (though really, Eva Longoria ripping anything off--well, how can there be bad in THAT, I ask you) but in the sense that they just throw bombs at each other for 15 rounds and finally somebody hits the deck. Two things: Duncan's 80%, tops. Dirk is going to the top 5 and the Mavs closed out their series like real men. If it doesn't happen for Dallas this year, it's never ever going to happen. Fortunately for them...I think...it's this year. Mavs in 6.
Crazy Gnarls Barkley
5/4/06
Yup. The Hottest Girls Alive. One Man's Opinion.
- Jessica Alba (1)
- Eva Longoria (4)
- Trish Stratus (3)
- Salma Hayek (2)
- Katherine Heigl (7)
- Jennifer Walcott (10)*
- Shakira (9)
- Stacy Keibler (6)
- JLH (5)
- Kate Beckinsale (11)*
- Halle Berry (12)
- Brooke Burke (15)
- Charisma Carpenter (18)*
- Jessica Biel (8)
- Raquel Gibson (19)*
- Vida Guerra (13)
- Carmen Electra (16)
- Beyonce (29)
- Kim Smith (20)
- Sofia Vergara (22)
- Kristen Bell (26)*
- Scarlett Johansson (23)*
- Anna Kournikova (back)
- Sarah Shahi (back)
- Summer Altice (17)
- Marisa Miller (30)*
- Mayra Veronica (21)
- Monica Bellucci (38)
- Lacey Chabert (24)
- Elizabeth Hurley (back)
- Esther Baxter (34)
- Jamie Pressly (36)
- Mariah Carey (40)
- Eva Mendes (debut)
- Shannon Elizabeth (27)
- C.J. Gibson (debut)
- Alyssa Milano (32)
- Michelle Trachtenberg (31)
- Kelly Hu (back)
- Keira Knightley (33)
Josie Maran (14), Rachel Bilson (25), Jessica Simpson (28), Gail Kim (35), Nikki Cox (37), Petra Nemcova (39)
Where'd You Go Fort Minor
5/3/06
Am I Bleeding?
Because apparently I've been tagged...
I AM: fucking exhausted and staring down a week of work in the face. Also, I need to post the Starfuckers Inc. tomorrow at some point.
I WANT: To have my soul's counterpoint stop fucking around and find me, already.
I WISH: My Grandmother would get better, and not just for the handful of selfish reasons.
I HATE: Willful idiocy. Have I mentioned that once before?
I MISS: Some of my old friends, although this year's absolutely convinced me there's some way they'll find me. And it's probably My Space. (ADDENDUM: www.myspace.com/butchrosser is my place, in case I've somehow missed you to date and you come here all the time. Got more friends than a bartender.)
I FEAR: Heights, dying alone.
I HEAR: This Tom Cruise fellow has a movie coming out Friday? I haven't heard shit from him since Jerry Maguire--anybody know what he's been up to?
I WONDER: Is Amanda going to let me buy that first lapdance for her when we get to Vegas?
I REGRET: 1997. 2001. 2002. 2003. They all made me stronger, but there's getting stronger and there's doing steroids.
I AM NOT: Part of the Good Ol' Boy America Majority. *waves card from Colbert Nation (pronounced nay-shon)*
I DANCE: like Michaelangelo painted. Except better.
I SING: All the fucking time, usually to keep myself mentally alert at work.
I CRY: Not since 9/11.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: As mature as I've told myself I've become sometimes.
I MAKE: Time for my friends, because they always have for me.
I WRITE: Nothing important in the last couple months..
I CONFUSE: A lot of people.
I NEED: Free time and the Muse to come back...
I SHOULD: ...dunno. Suggestions? (Addendum: stop playing the "Wonderwall" mix of DJ AM--holy fuck is the man infectious. I know I just saw him like a month ago but I'm up to drop a 20 to see him again.)
I START: In the bathroom out of necessity, then face the day.
I FINISH: At night at some point, usually on a couch.
I TAG: All the linked bloggers who haven't responded already. (Originally Victor's answer, but it works here.)
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks
I AM: fucking exhausted and staring down a week of work in the face. Also, I need to post the Starfuckers Inc. tomorrow at some point.
I WANT: To have my soul's counterpoint stop fucking around and find me, already.
I WISH: My Grandmother would get better, and not just for the handful of selfish reasons.
I HATE: Willful idiocy. Have I mentioned that once before?
I MISS: Some of my old friends, although this year's absolutely convinced me there's some way they'll find me. And it's probably My Space. (ADDENDUM: www.myspace.com/butchrosser is my place, in case I've somehow missed you to date and you come here all the time. Got more friends than a bartender.)
I FEAR: Heights, dying alone.
I HEAR: This Tom Cruise fellow has a movie coming out Friday? I haven't heard shit from him since Jerry Maguire--anybody know what he's been up to?
I WONDER: Is Amanda going to let me buy that first lapdance for her when we get to Vegas?
I REGRET: 1997. 2001. 2002. 2003. They all made me stronger, but there's getting stronger and there's doing steroids.
I AM NOT: Part of the Good Ol' Boy America Majority. *waves card from Colbert Nation (pronounced nay-shon)*
I DANCE: like Michaelangelo painted. Except better.
I SING: All the fucking time, usually to keep myself mentally alert at work.
I CRY: Not since 9/11.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: As mature as I've told myself I've become sometimes.
I MAKE: Time for my friends, because they always have for me.
I WRITE: Nothing important in the last couple months..
I CONFUSE: A lot of people.
I NEED: Free time and the Muse to come back...
I SHOULD: ...dunno. Suggestions? (Addendum: stop playing the "Wonderwall" mix of DJ AM--holy fuck is the man infectious. I know I just saw him like a month ago but I'm up to drop a 20 to see him again.)
I START: In the bathroom out of necessity, then face the day.
I FINISH: At night at some point, usually on a couch.
I TAG: All the linked bloggers who haven't responded already. (Originally Victor's answer, but it works here.)
Not Ready To Make Nice Dixie Chicks
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