Wednesday, May 25, 2005
I Got Worms
Actually, I don't. I've got nothing today. At all. Blame it on the Reed Johnson walk-off.
One thing did catch my eye today, in the sports transactions wire. The ABA - American Basketball Association - is trying to make a comeback; yet another fledgling, fly-by-night minor league hoops league. Well, the new Charlotte franchise just announced its team nickname.
"The Krunk. "
Try typing "krunk" into dictionary.com, and you get this. And I, myself, thought that maybe it had been misspelled, so I tried "crunk" and got this. But that made no sense, not in a basketball-sense at least.
What is "krunk" or "crunk?" I google-ed it and lo and behold, I found the answer. For an alternate etymological entry, try this. And finally, for a musical adaptation, try this or this.
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I'm wondering when, exactly, this fine late May weather is going to break. Not too much you can do in 45 degree, rainy, windy, gray, and miserable conditions except mull over trying heroin.
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I now know why Weight Watchers works. Since they're cheap, and I'm trying to be both fat-conscious and frugal, I tend to eat the WW meals for lunch. And they have slightly more consistency than the packaging that houses the "food."
Weight Watchers works because their meals make you hate food. They make you loathe mealtime. Lunch becomes more of a job than the one you get to escape from for 59 minutes and 30 seconds. Someone, inexplicably, tagged a bulletin board in front of my office with graffiti...I guess they confused my door and nametag as the fucking D train...but no worries. I used my fully cooked WW salisbury steak to rub it clean.
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My boy Dyzzy went to the U2 concert in the Hub last night and was nice enough to send us photos from his cellphone of both the Kings of Leon and the lads from Dublin. We countered by taking cellphone photos of gay porn photos.
Which poses the question: What is most troubling: receiving the photo of a naked dude; the fact your friends sent you a photo of a naked dude; or the fact that your friends know where to find photos of naked dudes?
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Half-price hamburgers at the local tonight - a Wednesday tradition since 1998. My personal fave? The bleu cheese pub burger. Medium. With onion rings. I could eat five. They are the anti-Weight Watchers. If Weight Watchers were Israelis, then bleu cheese pubs are Palestinians.
If you prefer to be neutral, geopolitically, there is a Canadian pub as well.
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Playing golf tomorrow in an annual charity outing. First time I'm swinging the clubs. The other three folks in my group are not Tiger, Phil, and Ernie. It's "best ball." How many strokes over will we be? I'm going with a guess of 5-over.
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If you're a John Legend fan, as I am, then catch the remix of "Ordinary People." He ranks at the top of my babymaking music list. Joss Stone is a close second. Norah Jones, Sade, and Coldplay round out the top five.
On the opposite pole, Metallica's "One" ranks as the least romantic song to have come up on shuffle play when you're making some sexy time. Especially the guitar and drum solo. People could get hurt.
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Well, that's all I have for now. Enjoy your hump day, in any sense of the term, and if you're bored and looking for something to do, well, get crunk.
One.
One thing did catch my eye today, in the sports transactions wire. The ABA - American Basketball Association - is trying to make a comeback; yet another fledgling, fly-by-night minor league hoops league. Well, the new Charlotte franchise just announced its team nickname.
"The Krunk. "
Try typing "krunk" into dictionary.com, and you get this. And I, myself, thought that maybe it had been misspelled, so I tried "crunk" and got this. But that made no sense, not in a basketball-sense at least.
What is "krunk" or "crunk?" I google-ed it and lo and behold, I found the answer. For an alternate etymological entry, try this. And finally, for a musical adaptation, try this or this.
-----
I'm wondering when, exactly, this fine late May weather is going to break. Not too much you can do in 45 degree, rainy, windy, gray, and miserable conditions except mull over trying heroin.
-----
I now know why Weight Watchers works. Since they're cheap, and I'm trying to be both fat-conscious and frugal, I tend to eat the WW meals for lunch. And they have slightly more consistency than the packaging that houses the "food."
Weight Watchers works because their meals make you hate food. They make you loathe mealtime. Lunch becomes more of a job than the one you get to escape from for 59 minutes and 30 seconds. Someone, inexplicably, tagged a bulletin board in front of my office with graffiti...I guess they confused my door and nametag as the fucking D train...but no worries. I used my fully cooked WW salisbury steak to rub it clean.
-----
My boy Dyzzy went to the U2 concert in the Hub last night and was nice enough to send us photos from his cellphone of both the Kings of Leon and the lads from Dublin. We countered by taking cellphone photos of gay porn photos.
Which poses the question: What is most troubling: receiving the photo of a naked dude; the fact your friends sent you a photo of a naked dude; or the fact that your friends know where to find photos of naked dudes?
-----
Half-price hamburgers at the local tonight - a Wednesday tradition since 1998. My personal fave? The bleu cheese pub burger. Medium. With onion rings. I could eat five. They are the anti-Weight Watchers. If Weight Watchers were Israelis, then bleu cheese pubs are Palestinians.
If you prefer to be neutral, geopolitically, there is a Canadian pub as well.
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Playing golf tomorrow in an annual charity outing. First time I'm swinging the clubs. The other three folks in my group are not Tiger, Phil, and Ernie. It's "best ball." How many strokes over will we be? I'm going with a guess of 5-over.
-----
If you're a John Legend fan, as I am, then catch the remix of "Ordinary People." He ranks at the top of my babymaking music list. Joss Stone is a close second. Norah Jones, Sade, and Coldplay round out the top five.
On the opposite pole, Metallica's "One" ranks as the least romantic song to have come up on shuffle play when you're making some sexy time. Especially the guitar and drum solo. People could get hurt.
-----
Well, that's all I have for now. Enjoy your hump day, in any sense of the term, and if you're bored and looking for something to do, well, get crunk.
One.
