The Dark Lord has Nine: But we have One who is greater, The White Rider.

Pretension is at an all time high. I just wrote a barely literate essay on "Being and Becoming as it applies to the NBA". I mean, what the fuck was that? But, before this wave of humility completely overcomes me, I would just like to modify: My analysis of Becoming was spot on. Teams that are bad now, but have cap space, and young colts to be better in the future. Unfortunately, my description of Being was way off. EVERYONE wants to BE. That's the whole point of Becoming. Striving for something greater. Unfortunately, my translation from Philosophy to the NBA was weak. In philosophy there is no agreed upon "greater". Thus the debate of Being v. Becoming. What does it mean to improve? BUT....this isn't Abstract Philosophy For Smelly White Kids With Dreads. This is the NBA. There is a definitive GOOD. AN NBA TITLE!! How could I have missed that crucial point. The goal is finite and definitive (redundant? repetitive?) The whole point of entering into a state of Becoming is the hope that later on we might WIN THE GODDAM TITLE. Anyway, rather than attribute Being to the good teams, I should have described the mediocre teams. The Blazers, as I clearly feel, will fall into this category. Same with the Nuggets. And Rockets. And Magic. And Boston. Ok, alright. Now I've cleared that up. I feel alot better with myself, though the Blazers play the Heat tonight. I think I just threw up in my mouth. (*wink*)

I just realized that I use CAPITAL more than anyone I know. Prove me wrong.

You know what I hate (and I hate a lot of things). I hate it when you're reading the comics, or a comic book, or a graphic novel (for you Matty), and some character begins to whistle. To draw this, most cartoonists employ puffed cheeks and some music notes spouting from the lips. THAT IS SO DUMB! I can whistle with the best of 'em, but I cannot, for the life of me, whistle with my cheeks puffed out. In fact, no one who I have talked to about this has been able to do this. Where did this trend come from? Did some famous cartoonist way back in the day do this, and then everyone else was just too lazy to draw something different? I think "kissy lips" and musical notes (why did I put "kissy lips" in quotes? There I did it again. Am I quoting it to someone? Did someone say it, and I don't want to steal from them? Or am I so insecure in my already failing sexuality that I can't say things like "kissy lips" without employing trite literary devices to distance myself from their contrived "sissy" connotations. Not again. Fuck.) would do the trick.

I am so bored and dumb.

T-Biggs is making good progress. The initial phase of development is almost through. From there, I will flesh out the body, adding detail where needed, making adjustments.

Other things I hate: Halftime interviews. But, everyone hates that, so its not even really worth mentioning.

I also hate it when you're playing Snood, and you fire off a great, complex, bouncing, precise shot, intended to get a particular Snood eliminated from the board, and then that same Snood pops up in your on-deck circle, meaning that you have to fire it space, without the hope of it hitting a like Snood, because you just spend your time TRYING TO ELIMINATE ITS BRETHREN!

I think that I use capital letters so much because I have very little of importance to say, and the capitals make it seem like I'm passionate about what I do say, when in reality, I'm just kind of mindlessly typing whatever pops in to my head.

I must say, the job that I currently have is far from expected. Yesterday I spent the day at a depressing hotel in Brooklyn Park. You know those kinds of hotels, where the service desk staff are wearing suits, and everything is brass and "executive", and everything is clean, and there is a pool, but its not big, and like 3 cardio machines, and and and WRITE SOMETHING BESIDES A GODDAM RUN-ON SENTANCE!!!! Sorry about that, the writing tutor came over and stabbed pencils into my eyeballs because of my horrible prose. Anyway, so the hotel was fairly depressing. Mostly because it was in Brooklyn Park. But, it had a pool table and we had a good time. Yes, my department had a "Snow Soiree" at the hotel where students could come and hang out. We even hired a band. R. Kelly's drummer's band. That's right. So, I just "shot some stick" but didn't eat any "zah", and hung out with at least "5, 6, 7, 8, 9" people. Massive underbite.

Is there a bigger discrepency in humor between being in on an inside joke and not? I mean, when you're in on the joke, it is SO funny, because you were there, and then there's also the sense of superiority because YOU were in on the joke and the other people in the room weren't, so you must be way more with-it than them. Yeah, I love inside jokes. But then, if you're not in on the joke, not only is it not funny, but you get kind of pissed off because your dumb friends keep going on and on about something that doesn't even sound funny, and they keep laughing, and you know they think they're cooler than you. Arg! Its so stupid not being in on the joke.

Random Book: The "Raisin-In-Milk" Syndrome -- 10 Survival Tips For Black Students At Predominantly White Colleges & Universities" by Eugene Williams, Jr.

Think I should get that for Simon before he goes to Oxford?

Sorry about all of this.