Dickie Cronkite

This has been weighing on me for awhile. I guess I should just come out with it:

I'm effing addicted to that Trader Joe's-brand spicy cider. It's like a blast of apple in every gulp! I seriously can't get enough of the stuff. It's like bits of apple mixed with crack-cocaine. I just stocked up on three more gallons tonight - pray that gets me to Friday.

(And for those of you outside God's Country who are saying "What's Trader Joe's?" Well, I pity you.)
Some of you will be shocked to hear this, but since Nameless left for Mexico City I've had lots more time to use my unlimited monthly rentals from Hollywood video. 'Rented Notes on a Scandal last night. Judy Dench delivers an incredible performance. I can't recommend it strongly enough to the British geriatric lesbian stalker demographic.

(Nameless called on her new Mexican cell phone last night. The signal must've scrambled on the first try, because I answered and it was this guy asking for "Miguel" en espanol. No soy Miguel, dude. Lo siento.

Our call connected the second time and it was so great to hear her voice. Our seven-minute conversation cost about 300 pesos. Goodbye warm human voice, hello text message!)
AHHHH! Chuck Klosterman is doing those stupid VH-1 countown shows! With all those D-list wannabe comedians who mock the celebs they secretly want to be! Chuck Klosterman?? C'mon, Chuck Klosterman. You're better than that.
Garnett joining forces with Kobe - I just don't know. (The latest Times story seems to hint it ain't happening.) Sure it does sound exciting, and yes, my heart leaped like the rest of Laker Nation's ... but a second later I remembered it's still time for Kobe to go. I agree with Plaschke, even though half of said Nation is calling for Plaschke's head. Kobe's shown his cards. He had a legit beef, but he handled the situation like a spoiled teenager. It's too late.

Without Garnett: Kobe's already thrown his teammates under the bus, and I'm no Phil Jackson but I think that slightly affects team chemistry.

With Garnett: Haven't we done this before? Kobe doesn't get along with elite teammates - whether that's Shaq, or Shaq, Malone and Payton. (Even if Malone was injury plagued and Payton was no-game plagued) Nor does he get along with mediocre players who free up his ego and offer him the Jordanesque opportunity to bring them along and improve their games. Kobe's a basketball god, but he does not play well with mortals.

The 2004 Lake Show, with a little help from the Pistons, taught us chemistry matters above all else. How soon we forget. Did Iverson help Melo get the Nuggets out of the first round this year? Ask Dewey - hell, ask Bbydwy - the answer is a resounding NO. The Spurs may be about as entertaining as Jay Leno, but it was good ol'fashioned teamwork that won them their latest ratings-low championship.

Who knows, maybe it'll all work out. I'll gladly eat crow if Your Glorious Lakers somehow pull out of this tailspin and have a successful 2007-2008.
That eHarmony guy creeps me the fuck out.
That reminds me: I want to start an online dating Web site that pairs people, then lets other people wager how long they'll last before one of them wakes up one day and says "holy shit I met my boyfriend through a computer! Aggh!" and breaks it off. Do I have an idea here? Call me old fashioned.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need some more delicious spicy cider.

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2007-06-26 10:51 PM With or without you. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (11) Share on Facebook	This has been weighing on me for awhile. I guess I should just come out with it: I'm effing addicted to that Trader Joe's-brand spicy cider. It's like a blast of apple in every gulp! I seriously can't get enough of the stuff. It's like bits of apple mixed with crack-cocaine. I just stocked up on three more gallons tonight - pray that gets me to Friday. (And for those of you outside God's Country who are saying "What's Trader Joe's?" Well, I pity you.) Some of you will be shocked to hear this, but since Nameless left for Mexico City I've had lots more time to use my unlimited monthly rentals from Hollywood video. 'Rented Notes on a Scandal last night. Judy Dench delivers an incredible performance. I can't recommend it strongly enough to the British geriatric lesbian stalker demographic. (Nameless called on her new Mexican cell phone last night. The signal must've scrambled on the first try, because I answered and it was this guy asking for "Miguel" en espanol. No soy Miguel, dude. Lo siento. Our call connected the second time and it was so great to hear her voice. Our seven-minute conversation cost about 300 pesos. Goodbye warm human voice, hello text message!) AHHHH! Chuck Klosterman is doing those stupid VH-1 countown shows! With all those D-list wannabe comedians who mock the celebs they secretly want to be! Chuck Klosterman?? C'mon, Chuck Klosterman. You're better than that. Garnett joining forces with Kobe - I just don't know. (The latest Times story seems to hint it ain't happening.) Sure it does sound exciting, and yes, my heart leaped like the rest of Laker Nation's ... but a second later I remembered it's still time for Kobe to go. I agree with Plaschke, even though half of said Nation is calling for Plaschke's head. Kobe's shown his cards. He had a legit beef, but he handled the situation like a spoiled teenager. It's too late. Without Garnett: Kobe's already thrown his teammates under the bus, and I'm no Phil Jackson but I think that slightly affects team chemistry. With Garnett: Haven't we done this before? Kobe doesn't get along with elite teammates - whether that's Shaq, or Shaq, Malone and Payton. (Even if Malone was injury plagued and Payton was no-game plagued) Nor does he get along with mediocre players who free up his ego and offer him the Jordanesque opportunity to bring them along and improve their games. Kobe's a basketball god, but he does not play well with mortals. The 2004 Lake Show, with a little help from the Pistons, taught us chemistry matters above all else. How soon we forget. Did Iverson help Melo get the Nuggets out of the first round this year? Ask Dewey - hell, ask Bbydwy - the answer is a resounding NO. The Spurs may be about as entertaining as Jay Leno, but it was good ol'fashioned teamwork that won them their latest ratings-low championship. Who knows, maybe it'll all work out. I'll gladly eat crow if Your Glorious Lakers somehow pull out of this tailspin and have a successful 2007-2008. That eHarmony guy creeps me the fuck out. That reminds me: I want to start an online dating Web site that pairs people, then lets other people wager how long they'll last before one of them wakes up one day and says "holy shit I met my boyfriend through a computer! Aggh!" and breaks it off. Do I have an idea here? Call me old fashioned. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some more delicious spicy cider. Read/Post Comments (11) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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