I apologize for the lack of updates lately people, but I've been a tad preoccupied what with law schools telling me to hit the bricks and my boss yelling at me daily for not being able to find his glasses. Here are a few quick hits to read while procrastinating at work:
1.) What in the sweet chocolate christ is happening to the Celtics on the road? Last night when they needed to put points on the board fast Doc decided to run the offense through Glen "negative vertical" Davis during a big chunk of the 4th quarter. The only thing Big Baby should ever be responsible for running is one of those combo KFC/Taco Bells. Right now the Celtics' starting 5 features a shooter who can't shoot, a scorer who can't score, and the supposedly toughest guy in the league who even got punked by Lebron's mom. At this point I actually wish that Rick Pitino would come walking through that door. Doc Rivers makes Grady Little look like Vince Lombardi.
2.) I saw "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" over the weekend and it was pretty damn funny. I'd say it's a few notches below "Superbad" and "40 Year Old Virgin" but it's definitely worth the 5 bones (I refuse to pay anything other than matinée prices.) Gadzooks that chick from That 70s Show looks smoking hot, almost hot enough to make up for the overwhelming amount of dudity that momentarily caused blood to pour forth from my eyes.
3.) +1 to Gilmore for his hilarious story from the weekend that ended with him sleeping in a random stairwell in an apartment building that wasn't his while using newspapers for a blanket. I'm glad that you're already openly embracing the life of poverty that surely awaits you as a P.E. teacher (says the kid with no current career prospects).
4.) -1000 to Travs for his latest string of away messages. Here's my loose interpretation of his most recent offenses against the instant messaging community:
With Kate
Lunch with Kate
Dinner with Kate
Brunch with Kate
Snacks with Kate
Rockband with Kate
Out with Kate
Stevie's Birthday with Kate
Shower with Kate
Jerking Off to Kate
Kate with Kate
and finally "No, YOU'RE It!"
I don't even know what that last one means. Were you guys playing some sort of erotic tag?
5.) I added a new link to Kif's blog under the Hometown Heroes section on the right. I particularly enjoyed his take on prospective Indian names for Jacoby Ellsbury. Check it out when you get the chance.
6.) Random pondering: Why was my sister allowed to throw a Donnelly parent-sanctioned rippah and the one time I tried to host a sophisticated gathering of refined gentlemen (gigantic shitshow) in high school I was grounded for the entire summer and forced to do manual labor in 90+ degree weather every day under the tyrannical authority of my slave-driving father? Shit ain't right. Our brick patio and front walkway may look nice, but I still demand justice. I will also never forgive Sean Parent for hiding empties in the trunk of my dad's car of all places. Was locating one of the 17 trash cans in the house too hard a task or something?
7.) And finally, a video featuring one of my favorite commercials of all-time starring old pal and sorostitute slayer Bronson Arroyo:
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