Oh that wacky NBA, giving the viewing public a great definition of irony.

Six players got traded Wednesday: three from Sacramento to Philadelphia and three from Philadelphia to Sacramento. After they get their physicals and are cleared to play, the next game on the schedule is Sacramento at Philadelphia.

That and the traded players from Sacramento are being housed at the same hotel as the visiting Sacramento team.

Never mind the fact that the last shot was taken by a former Sacramento player and making the shot would have sent the game into overtime.

Irony, I get it.

Spring is on its way. The sky is shades of blue and white again, and sunsets no longer have that bittersweet tinge to them, unless it's something you carry with you on your soul. There's a cool breeze blowing along the back of my neck, not a cold one. I can smell growth and life emerging from its haitus, remembering that all dark winters do come to pass. The birds whipple, the flowers blossom and everything begins anew, another day, another life, another turn of the Great Cyclic Wheel.

Is it enough? I suppose it'll have to be.

Damn...coulda sworn I hit post back on the 21st, but appears I hit save as draft.

So I started an actuall exercise routine Friday...Saturday however morning showed me the grim reality of that I may be skinny, but it sure as hell can mean I'm soooooooooooo outa shape (sucked ass just standing up and sitting down). But at least today things seem to be getting better. x_x
oh and on another note those of you who replied to my last post email me with your vitals and in a week hopefully I'll have all the neccicary junk for E3 sent in. kermit007 @t gmail d0t com.

Yeah, that just about rounds out my week. Hunter S. Thompson is dead. Long live Dr. Gonzo.

To quote Thompson himself: "There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

You will be missed, sir. You will be missed.

Alright, I've been here for a month and still lack an avatar due to conflicting vanity (being unable to decide which picture is most flattering). If you make an avatar and email it to me, I promise to use it... for at least a week. You know, in case you're taking this as your chance to get even with me for all the things I've said to you while drunk (nudge nudge, wink wink Christy). If by some miracle I recieve multiple entries, I'll select the best one... or just altername them on a weekly basis.

If I recieve no entries, I will start renting the space out to companies looking to advertise. I will be soliciting Spam first, simply because I feel their marketing department has fallen behind in today's highly competitive canned meat industry.

You know those money gift cards? The tall thin ones? They shouldn't make other cards look like those. I'm kinda sad about how excited I got about it...but I wanted money! ;__; Damn them all.

So I'm at Trader Joe's picking up some lunch in my workout clothes when the checkout guy proceeds to pick up the girl in line in front of me. He's so into getting her number that he rings up my stuff but doesn't offer to even bag my groceries.

One more reason to hate Valentine's Day.

One reason I used to dislike New Year's: being paraded like a pony in front of my dad's friends.

So today, I was visiting my uncle on my dad's side, along with my family. The following conversation transpired in front of me (translated from the Vietnamese)

Uncle: So, what are you studying at college?
Me: Well, I actually gra--
Dad: He graduated a year and a half ago!
Uncle: So what do you do for a living?
Dad: He's a software engineer, works with computers.
Me: Uh... no. I'm a writer.

Good to know that my father has faith in me, huh?

Ahhh yes and with a new year comes a new E3!

So now I'm opening up the call for those who WILL (not want, might, or could) attend E3 this year with the "crew" (if you tell me your going you WILL go or pay your share of the room). If you need credentials and what not to get in you better let me know NOW as well as if anyone is stepping up already to take care of the rooming & such or wants to otherwise I can and if you want to take care of rooming for all of us you better know how to get a close location for good money cuz none of us are rich yet (hell some of us are downright poor).

Anyways let me know people because I look forward to seeing everyone at E3 this year and any new people (hot women only please...gawd I need a girl =P) since I missed it last year (and I'll be damned if I miss it ever again), but everyone should have some means of getting ahold of me (or someone who can). If not, the comments section is there for a reason!

Gong Xi Fa Cai!!!!

Happy New Year everyone! Welcome to the Year of the Rooster!

Finally, my year rolls around again. ^_^

I have realized that once I start getting enough sleep regularly, I can't go back to not sleeping anymore. As they say, it's easy to get used to luxury. Damn.

Random question to all 8 people or so who read this blog: Flowers, chocolate, or nothing?

Flowers: Because flowers have a language all their own, while chocolates say "I want you to get fat"

Chocolate: Because flowers say "I'm sorry" and candy says "I love you".

Nothing: Because Valentine's Day is a horrible, capitalist tradition that should not be upheld.

This makes me go "rawr." But I'll prolly still want one. In other news: I am not sick yet. I have so much homework to do it's not even funny but I am also exhausted and probably won't do anything, period, and then freak out tomorrow night. Go me.

I have also found the LiveJournals of a couple high school acquaintances. They make me hate people.

So what the hell gives? Friday night I share a margarita with Liz because I forgot my wallet and my I.D. at home, now I have the f'ing clap?

I hate being sick. Thank god for windows terminal server and a boss that lets me telecommute. Maybe I'll finally be able to fall asleep around 7 am.

GIVE ME YOUR PITY!

So it's going to be Casino Royale, is it? Interesting choice, Mr. Bond... a return to the roots... now who'll play you?

This world is corrupt. I must revolutionize it.

So, Enterprise is biting the dust.

Sadly, it's about 2 years too late. I stopped watching after the first season, because Scott Bakula pained me greatly.

Oh well, another era of Trek ends. But it leaves room for something better.

Warning: Magic nerdness follows.

So in the usual Wednesday night draft we have at Neutral Ground with the Hamusutaa, I drafted perhaps the stupidest, most heinously powerful deck I have ever piloted (okay, except for the part where Hamu made long.dec just to see how it goldfished).

the deck list went something like:

Umezawa's Jitte
3 Glacial Ray
Cards to search out Glacial Rays
Fliers

I played Umezawa's Jitte on turn 2 twice in a row, and I felt so bad about my opponent not being in the game, I apologized as the Jitte did its work on his team. My GOD is the Jitte stupid.

Operation Temp Work begins today.

As you may have seen on my MT rant, Japan doesn'ts eem to want me. Very well! Back to the writings.