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April 28, 2006
Playoff Boo-Ha!
Miami Heat: Oh, get over yourselves. Shaq was horrid last night, absolutely horried. And there's MJ in the box MOCKING HIS ASS. I'm so sick of this Diesel/Wade lovefest. Have they won a championship together? No. Are they going to? Even if they beat Detroit (fat chance, bucko), they still have to play, well, the Spurs most likely. And the Spurs will murder them.
Sacremento Kings: I do like the Spurs and the Kings aren't gonna win, no way. But Game 2 was a thing of beauty. David and Goliath, David without his best weapon (Ron "beer cup" Artest).
LA Clippers: Sam Cassell (sp?). There is nothing more to say besides this: Elton Brand. Kick Denver's ass, please. I like Mello, but I like you better.
LA Lakers: So if Nash wins MVP, like everybody says is going to happen, what happens if Kobe beats him in this series. Everyone thought it would be easy for Pheonix, and it may yet be. I don't want the Lakers to advance. Why? I don't like them. Prove you deserve more than Chauncey, Nash.
Detroit Pistons: Get out your brooms, kiddies. Wait, wait, don't want to jinx it. Milwaukee whining about the refs: this is the play-offs, bitches. Pistons in four, and then Pistons in four, and then Pistons in four and then Pistons in five. (Is that unrealistic?)
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April 12, 2006
My Love for 'Sheed Related Artwork Knows No Bounds
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April 9, 2006
Nevada's The New Florida or "a la maison blanc"
West Wing: Okay, Jon, ctriv... let me repeat my oft-repeated mantra. It ain't Sorkin. Ain't Sorkin. Not Sorkin at all.
That was nice, though.
Come on, that was a good episode. I was actually, you know, into it, instead of just watching because I like the characters. When Jed hugged C.J... man, that was a moment. The whole thing was nicely done, I thought. Parts lagged, sure and who cares about Hawkeye and his team, but hell. The end, when Josh says "Thanks, boss.".... you had fucking tears. Don't hide 'em. Just get out the kleenex.
Best Death Scene in TV Ever: It remains when Radar gave the news that Blake's helicopter had been shot down. They didn't rehearse that. They gave Burghoff the line and he just gave it.
Okay, but who called Toby and Sam? Why didn't we SEE Mallory? These are just nitpicks.
Oh, and Santos won.
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April 6, 2006
Blitzkrieg Jesus's Bitches!
Learn something new everyday:
There is apparently a war on Christians going on right now. (No, this is not a war on my brother and an army of his clones. How cool would that be? A million ctriv fighting injustice, one excellent bottle of Pinot at a time...)
This apparently what brought down Tom Delay. How I yearn for the days when our leaders were brought down by blow jobs! By the way, don't try picture the Hammer getting a hummer. You'll lose your cookies and your mojo.
I've heard of the war on Christianity. I remember the war on Christmas. But does he really think we athiest-pinko-commie-queers have the time to single out every single one of you cross jockeys for persecution? There's too many of you fuckers. You control everything. You're on my money and I had to say I was "under" your deity every morning before school.
It's not so much a war on you, per se. Why would we fight a war we could never win? It's more like an insurrection. Or freedom fighters, if we had that much organization, which we don't. We don't like ORGANIZED religion, remember? Why would we meet up with each other when that's one of the things we're looking to avoid?
Now I am a Buddhist, so I'm not so much against organization of religion. (Although it is debatable whether Buddhism really is a religion.) Am I against Christians? For the most part, no, although I'm not really thrilled with a few of their flock recently. Calling on God to strike down Supreme Court judges? Stevens is going to live to 350 just to piss in Robertson's face. Recommending we assassinate a soverign leader of a Latin American country? The war on Christmas? Who is this jerk declaring war on Christmas? Because I like the gifts and "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation."
(On a side not, please, everybody, stop using the word "war" to describe things that are not wars. War is when people kill each other in an organized fashion. War, in the olden days, was declared by soverign nations. War involves guns, rape, pillage, conquest and Patton.)
Conservative Christian Republicans are such a bizarre lot. They won. They have the Congress. They have the WH. They have the judciary. But they don't try and convert others by positive means. Instead, it is a constant demonization of the others. For most of the wack-jobs, the others are still the large majority of Americans. But if you broaden the scope and just say Christian Americans, then you have the a huge majority. Enormous. Even if they lie when the pollsters ask if they go to church on Sundays.
Us athiest-pinko-commie-queers are in such small numbers, we can't declare "war." We're too busy with consensus procedures anyway to cause much harm. All we can do is get as much sex and swears on the television as possible, pollute the children's minds with our ape to human ideas and hand out the condoms like candy. And that's just on my Blackberry for Tuesday.
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April 5, 2006
The Best of Best of Tom Delay
"Emotional appeals about working families trying to get by on $4.25 an hour [the minimum wage in 1996] are hard to resist. Fortunately, such families do not exist."
"A woman can take care of the family. It takes a man to provide structure. To provide stability. Not that a woman can't provide stability, I'm not saying that... It does take a father, though."
"Guns have little or nothing to do with juvenile violence. The causes of youth violence are working parents who put their kids into daycare, the teaching of evolution in the schools, and working mothers who take birth control pills."
"So many minority youths had volunteered…that there was literally no room for patriotic folks like myself." --Tom DeLay, explaining at the 1988 GOP convention why he and vice presidential nominee Dan Quayle did not fight in the Vietnam War
"Now tell me the truth boys, is this kind of fun?" –Tom Delay, to three young hurricane evacuees from New Orleans at the Astrodome in Houston, Sept.
There a few other great ones that I can't find and quote exactly. You know the tune: Feminists are lesbians who kill their children. The EPA is worse than the Nazis. "Activist judges."
And now, in the immortal words of Jerry Garcia, "He's Gone."
Praise Jesus.
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Nobody Pays Attention
Not to get off on a feminist rant, but people don't pay attention to women's b-ball. And they should. Great games.
For some reason, I was rooting for Maryland the whole way. I saw the game with Baylor and the game with NC for a bit. And they won! Fear the turtle!
And fear the Fro, punks. Oh yeah, Chris Paul. You have great game, but it's just like James and Bryant and Iverson. You can't beat the heat that is me Pistons. Even with Sheed out. (And by the way, does anyone know the address of the ref that gave him that 16th tech? Punks.)
My blog has become b-ball central. But it's what I watch while I'm studying. I know, I know... only me brother reads this and he's all into hockey. I've tried, ctriv, I've really tried. I love the Wings, but I can't get into it. Hand me some Antonio McDyess and "Ball Don't Lie" and the beautiful chants of "MVP!! MVP!!" when Chauncey get's to the line... aw man...
Get into it, kids. Fuck the Nets and the Heat. It's a rematch with the Spurs, I tells yeah. And I loooovee Tony Delk. Great addition. I no longer miss Carlos Arroyo.
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April 3, 2006
Good Day for Fat Charlie
#1: I'm through with my research and writing paper.
#2: The Pistons came back after a 17-point deficit to beat the Pheonix Suns. And it was Chauncey, baby. I can still here the echoes from the Palace: MVP! MVP! MVP!
#3: Ala Maison Blanc: Josh and Donna had sex. Twice. No hotness at all, save Bradley Whitford's ass and Janel Moloney in a bra. But still... sex. And a reasonably good ep, seeing as it's ala maison and not the west wing. And why does Janene Garefalo and that kid make me go ewww! But Leo at the end... I wanted to cry. It's only a TV show, so I didn't but still, next week, hard to watch. Let's hope we see some grief sex.
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