I really like the Pistons. I really hate Miami. Pistons, overachievers. Heat, underachievers. But now the Pistons are underachieving. I guess I'll just go ahead and root for Dallas.
Shaquille just did an old school fast-break, like back in the LA days, only faster. What the ?????
If Detroit doesn't pull it out of their a** now, I'll just go ahead and root for Dallas.
In other news, had a great weekend.
I didn't get any work done of course. I cut open my right thumb washing my coffee pot and got four butt-ugly stitches there. I broke two pairs of my glasses within the last week - so I have to live with a crooked pair now. I sweat like a monkey's behind trying to weed my girlfriend's parents' little garden before we got rained on - twice. Got a tetinus shot (talk about a shot in the arm). Still at a crossroads - or a few - as to when the wedding will be. Heck, I got slapped by a friend. And trapped into planning a baby shower. I'm singing in front of the church and my voice cracks, three times. And I practically injured my knee playing basketball wearing skater-shoes sans socks in a makeshift gym in a abandoned Mason's lodge-cum-church, forgetting that I'm old and I need to stretch pre- and post-workout EVERY TIME.
But I got to spend some time with Jennie. And Jennie's moving two miles away next weekend. And she may have a permanent job as soon as tomorrow. And we have allies where I was worried we didn't.
Dwayne Wade. Phenomenal player. One of the leaders of this new golden age of NBA ball that's dawning on us. Like teammate Antoine Walker, a fellow Chicagoan. Unlike LeBron, humble. But, dang, he cries. No wonder Michael doesn't show the same love for him he does James.
Oh yeah, I got Fold Zandura's Ultra Forever and some songs from Starflyer 59's self-titled debut (aka, "the Silver Album") via iTunes (I owned both previously; one got lost, the other existed solely in cassette form). I also ordered Mike Knott's Screaming Brittle Siren. Knowing that nobody's ever heard of these albums or performers before, I guess it's about time for another classic albums post. It'll probably be three weeks before I get around to some of the intensive reviews that I want to. But, I want to. So, there you go.