I was originally going to write this about a week and a half ago, pointing out the bright spots for the Bulls this season. That, however, was pushed back due to the embarrassing loss to the then one-win Nets (who haven't won a game since, by the way), followed by the infuriating collapse against the Kings.
I was really ready to take a break from watching them. My expectations for this season were extremely high, and with the decent start they came out with, they got even higher. This 4-13 stretch was killing me. But a little hope was restored to me last night, in the shape of an unlikely candidate, so let's start off my list of 5 bright spots this season with him.
1.Tyrus Thomas is back!
Okay, perhaps I'm getting a little ahead of myself with the exclamation point and all, but I really want to believe that Tyrus finally "gets it". Ever since we drafted him, I have wanted Tyrus to succeed. I love his acrobatic dunks, I love his shot blocking skills, I even love the fact that he developed a mid-range jumper to keep opponents honest. (Although not so much when he settles for nothing but jump shots, like he thinks he's Karl Malone) But for the past three years, all Bulls fans have wondered when the hell he was going to put it all together. Well, if Saturday's game against the Hornets was any indication, maybe he finally did it. In 32 minutes off the bench, Tyrus had 21 pts, 9 boards and 2 blocks. He was also flying all over the court (as well as diving out of it) for loose balls. Maybe it was all the pent up energy from missing the past 23 games with that broken arm, or maybe its because he doesn't want to get traded to the Kincks. Either way, all Bulls fans are hoping that Tyrus has pieced it all together, because if he hasn't...
2.Taj is Rising
I'll be honest, when the Bulls drafted Taj Gibson, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was, besides Elton Brand, the Bulls have not had the best of luck when it comes to drafting big men, more specifically power forwards. It looks like we have finally broken that streak with the big man from USC. In 24 minutes a game, he has averaged 8 pts. and 6 rebounds, as well as providing solid post defense. At only 24 years old, with good power moves down low and a excellent mid-range jumper to boot, Taj could be the starting power forward for years to come.
3. Vinny Del Negro is a Dead Man Walking
Just about every media outlet is reporting that Del Negro is as good as fired, with the hold-up being a replacement coach. And every Bulls fan that I know is ecstatic about the move. It's no secret that the Bulls hired Del Negro strictly as a financial move, considering he was the cheapest and had no coaching experience. However, it is a move that his bitten them in the ass. Forget last season and the impressive run against the Celtics; I am not sure that Vinny has full control over the team and often looks like someone stole his puppy on the sideline. Granted, if the Bulls didn't go through that 4-13 slide, maybe we're not discussing this right now. But he did, and it's time for a change.
4.Joakim Noah is an All-Star
That statement wasn't opinion, that's a fact. If Noah does not make the All-Star team this year, then something is seriously wrong with the system. I must admit that until about halfway through last season, I hated, HATED, Joakim Noah. I hated everything about him, from his goofy hair to the way he shoots, I even nicknamed him "King Retard". You couldn't knock his hustle, but he was a black hole when the ball was passed to him in the post, you just knew he was either going to dribble it off his foot or have it stripped once he put it on the floor.
My hate started to slowly dissipate throughout last season, and by the time the playoff series started against Boston, it was long gone. He was playing defense and grabbing rebounds like a mad man, and when he stole the ball from Pierce and took it the length of the court and dunked over Pierce in the waning moments of Game 6, he provided me with one of the best plays I was fortunate to witness in person. That was it, no more "King Retard". He hustled his way into my heart, and this season has cemented a place in there for me. Thanks to an off-season program that bulked him up (Perkins and Big Baby routinely abused him in the playoffs), and focused on developing a post game, no more am I afraid when he gets the ball down low. Add to the mix him averaging a double double so far (11 pts, and 12 boards, which is good enough for 2nd in the league) and it's no secret that Noah should be an all-star, as well as a serious candidate for most improved player.
5. Derrick Rose
My love affair with Rose is well-known. From the moment the Bulls secured the Number One pick two years ago, I knew Rose was the guy. He didn't disappoint last season, winning Rookie of the Year as well as winning game one against Boston almost single-handedly. One of my only knocks against him last year was the fact that late in games he was dishing off to Gordon almost immediately and letting BG try to create his own shot (which Bulls fans know is pretty much impossible). However, a lot of that blame could be put on Del Negro, who called BG's number instead of just giving the ball to Rose and letting him do what he does best.
This season started off slow due to the ankle injury that sidelined him for the entire preseason. He (predictably) looked rusty the first couple of weeks, and some people were wondering if maybe it was a sophomore slump. He has bounced back quickly, displaying the moves and quickness that oohed and ahhed Bulls fans all of last year. Don't forget folks, he's only 21, and as long as the Bulls are able to secure one of the big free agents in the off-season (my oh my how an all-Chicago backcourt of Rose and Wade would look), his potential will fully blossom and he will be able to dominate the league ala Chris Paul or Steve Nash.
Keep your heads up, Bulls fans, there are plenty of silver linings on this black cloud of a season so far.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
2 Random Thoughts on "The Breakfast Club"
First of all I would like to say that "The Breakfast Club" is one of my favorite movies. Great story, great cast, awesome dialogue and an on point representation of teenage angst. However, a couple of thoughts came to me upon my latest viewing.
1. You DO NOT want to smoke weed with Andrew Clark
The pot smoking scene is one of my favorites, if only for the realism of it, at least most of it. You have Bender, Claire and Brian smoking a joint and, surprisingly, it hits the nail on the head. Movies usually portray pot smokers as burnouts and general goofballs. While Claire and Brian act kinda goofy, it's mainly the fact that they are amateur tokers. I love how Bender just sits back and seems to enjoy these rookie smokers, the veteran corrupting the newbies.
Everything is going swimmingly until we get a glimpse of what Andy is up to. We find out that he is hotboxing the Foreign Languages room, and emerges as the Incredible fucking Hulk. He storms out of the room with a hellish look in his eyes and proceeds to run a track meet around the library, disrobing in the process. After his lap, he goes back into the FL room and lets out a beastly scream that shatters the glass door in the process. (How Vernon didn't hear that ruckus is beyond me) Imagine how much of a buzzkill this guy would be if he was in your circle of friends. You're passing around a joint, watching some Comedy Central when all of a sudden Andy Clark gets up and starts smashing the hell out of your living room while screaming so loud your neighbors call the police on suspicion of a wildebeest mauling.
It would have been a little more realistic if he had simply took a couple of puffs and decided that his old man and wrestling wasn't worth all the bullshit. Instead of hoping that his knee would give, he would've just said "fuck it".
Speaking of fucking (check the segueing skills)...
2.The Breakfast Club would make a great porno movie.
I can't claim this all to myself. My buddy Sarge was over watching TBC with me when we started discussing the possibilities. Honestly, you wouldn't have to change much, just one little cast tweaking is all it would take. Since we have two females and three males, we would just have to make Vernon into a female to even things out. After that though, just use actual scenes as lead-ins to all the fornication. For example, the scene where Bender is staring at Claire's crotch under the desk is perfect! An impromptu cunnilingus session that leads to the principal investigating the ruckus which in turn leads to an orgy. The principal finding Bender in the gym is another one, as is Vernon and the Janitor in the basement files. This whole movie just screams (or should I say moans) for a perverted remake. Call it "The Sexfest Club" or, if you are a little more bold, "The Breakfast Cunt". The choice is yours.
And yes, these are the typical thoughts that flow through my head all day long.
1. You DO NOT want to smoke weed with Andrew Clark
The pot smoking scene is one of my favorites, if only for the realism of it, at least most of it. You have Bender, Claire and Brian smoking a joint and, surprisingly, it hits the nail on the head. Movies usually portray pot smokers as burnouts and general goofballs. While Claire and Brian act kinda goofy, it's mainly the fact that they are amateur tokers. I love how Bender just sits back and seems to enjoy these rookie smokers, the veteran corrupting the newbies.
Everything is going swimmingly until we get a glimpse of what Andy is up to. We find out that he is hotboxing the Foreign Languages room, and emerges as the Incredible fucking Hulk. He storms out of the room with a hellish look in his eyes and proceeds to run a track meet around the library, disrobing in the process. After his lap, he goes back into the FL room and lets out a beastly scream that shatters the glass door in the process. (How Vernon didn't hear that ruckus is beyond me) Imagine how much of a buzzkill this guy would be if he was in your circle of friends. You're passing around a joint, watching some Comedy Central when all of a sudden Andy Clark gets up and starts smashing the hell out of your living room while screaming so loud your neighbors call the police on suspicion of a wildebeest mauling.
It would have been a little more realistic if he had simply took a couple of puffs and decided that his old man and wrestling wasn't worth all the bullshit. Instead of hoping that his knee would give, he would've just said "fuck it".
Speaking of fucking (check the segueing skills)...
2.The Breakfast Club would make a great porno movie.
I can't claim this all to myself. My buddy Sarge was over watching TBC with me when we started discussing the possibilities. Honestly, you wouldn't have to change much, just one little cast tweaking is all it would take. Since we have two females and three males, we would just have to make Vernon into a female to even things out. After that though, just use actual scenes as lead-ins to all the fornication. For example, the scene where Bender is staring at Claire's crotch under the desk is perfect! An impromptu cunnilingus session that leads to the principal investigating the ruckus which in turn leads to an orgy. The principal finding Bender in the gym is another one, as is Vernon and the Janitor in the basement files. This whole movie just screams (or should I say moans) for a perverted remake. Call it "The Sexfest Club" or, if you are a little more bold, "The Breakfast Cunt". The choice is yours.
And yes, these are the typical thoughts that flow through my head all day long.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Oldie But Goodie: Eden's Fall
EDEN’S FALL
Howling shrieks like newborn children ripped from the womb,
Fire spewing from all around.
Black, empty shapes
Wrapped up in the think gray fog—
A security blanket for the eternally sleeping.
Basking in the searing heat,
Perched like a crow in the moonlit sky,
The laughing King
Stands triumphant on his throne of skulls.
Howling shrieks like newborn children ripped from the womb,
Fire spewing from all around.
Black, empty shapes
Wrapped up in the think gray fog—
A security blanket for the eternally sleeping.
Basking in the searing heat,
Perched like a crow in the moonlit sky,
The laughing King
Stands triumphant on his throne of skulls.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monster
MONSTER
The party was dying down and Dave led the girl he met earlier tonight up to his room. He couldn’t remember her name for the life of him and he really didn’t give a shit. There was only one thing on his mind: pussy, plain and simple. She was making observations about the pictures lining the stairwell, mumbling incoherently due to the booze and various drugs that Dave had bestowed upon her for the past 5 hours. They reached the top of the stairs and entered Dave’s room. He flicked on the black light, lit a couple of candles and put on some Nirvana; what’s-her-name mentioned they were her favorite band. They were now sitting on his bed, Dave rubbing her shoulders, asking questions about school. She muttered something about being a freshman, the rest was pretty much indecipherable. “A freshman!” Dave thought. “Easy pickings.” She turned around and they began making out. Dave’s hands were roving all over this little lamb’s body; the hunter feeling out his prey. He started to slide his hand down her pants, but she grabbed it and told him to slow down. Dave scanned her tight body, dressed in skintight black pants and a white tube top that accentuated the tits that he was fixated on since she walked into the house. He made another attempt to squirm his way into her pants. She resisted again, but he became forceful, holding her down. “Stop! Please don’t do this to me!” He scoffed at her pleas as he ripped off her pants revealing that she was not wearing any panties. He penetrated her tight, resisting pussy and the feeling struck him immediately, a virgin! She started to scream again, but he covered her mouth and continued to work her over. He looked at this little lamb in front of him, noticed the tears gushing down her face and the blood trickling onto his sheets. This only made him fuck her harder. He finally came, on her, covering her face with his cum. She lay there, sobbing uncontrollably as Dave pulled up his pants and told her “I really was expecting better, get the fuck outta here now!” She slowly wiped off her face with her shirt, got dressed, not looking at him once, and hobbled down the stairs, wincing at every step, out the front door. Dave satisfyingly lit a Marlboro and laughed as he recalled some of her first words to him earlier in the night: “You have such an honest face.”
The party was dying down and Dave led the girl he met earlier tonight up to his room. He couldn’t remember her name for the life of him and he really didn’t give a shit. There was only one thing on his mind: pussy, plain and simple. She was making observations about the pictures lining the stairwell, mumbling incoherently due to the booze and various drugs that Dave had bestowed upon her for the past 5 hours. They reached the top of the stairs and entered Dave’s room. He flicked on the black light, lit a couple of candles and put on some Nirvana; what’s-her-name mentioned they were her favorite band. They were now sitting on his bed, Dave rubbing her shoulders, asking questions about school. She muttered something about being a freshman, the rest was pretty much indecipherable. “A freshman!” Dave thought. “Easy pickings.” She turned around and they began making out. Dave’s hands were roving all over this little lamb’s body; the hunter feeling out his prey. He started to slide his hand down her pants, but she grabbed it and told him to slow down. Dave scanned her tight body, dressed in skintight black pants and a white tube top that accentuated the tits that he was fixated on since she walked into the house. He made another attempt to squirm his way into her pants. She resisted again, but he became forceful, holding her down. “Stop! Please don’t do this to me!” He scoffed at her pleas as he ripped off her pants revealing that she was not wearing any panties. He penetrated her tight, resisting pussy and the feeling struck him immediately, a virgin! She started to scream again, but he covered her mouth and continued to work her over. He looked at this little lamb in front of him, noticed the tears gushing down her face and the blood trickling onto his sheets. This only made him fuck her harder. He finally came, on her, covering her face with his cum. She lay there, sobbing uncontrollably as Dave pulled up his pants and told her “I really was expecting better, get the fuck outta here now!” She slowly wiped off her face with her shirt, got dressed, not looking at him once, and hobbled down the stairs, wincing at every step, out the front door. Dave satisfyingly lit a Marlboro and laughed as he recalled some of her first words to him earlier in the night: “You have such an honest face.”
Monday
MONDAY
The incessant buzzing invites itself into my ears like an unwanted solicitor trying to sell me the “beauty” of waking up. I blindly reach over and slam the door in its face. Ahhh, another beautiful freaking day. I attempt to open my eyes but the sun pouring in through the cracked blinds isn’t being very compliant with my request. Finally, a speeding cloud cuts in front of the sun like a maniac driver as I blink my eyes a couple of times trying to gain focus. I stumble to the bathroom and splash some water over my face. The sting of the cold liquid jolts my nerves, briefly injecting energy into my veins. Too bad it doesn’t last; soon reality will storm in with its minions: the computer that stares at me, mocking me with its tedious, monotonous figures and symbols; my boss, who I’m pretty confident is Satan himself, or at least one of his higher ups, nagging me like a homeless guy for some change. I swear to God if I had the opportunity I would slap the shi…But I digress. The Sun is now gone, yanked out of the game by God who brought in Rain from the bullpen. The girl I brought home last night is gone without a trace and it appears as though she took my Fruity Pebbles and Sun-Times with her. Yep, another beautiful freaking day.
The incessant buzzing invites itself into my ears like an unwanted solicitor trying to sell me the “beauty” of waking up. I blindly reach over and slam the door in its face. Ahhh, another beautiful freaking day. I attempt to open my eyes but the sun pouring in through the cracked blinds isn’t being very compliant with my request. Finally, a speeding cloud cuts in front of the sun like a maniac driver as I blink my eyes a couple of times trying to gain focus. I stumble to the bathroom and splash some water over my face. The sting of the cold liquid jolts my nerves, briefly injecting energy into my veins. Too bad it doesn’t last; soon reality will storm in with its minions: the computer that stares at me, mocking me with its tedious, monotonous figures and symbols; my boss, who I’m pretty confident is Satan himself, or at least one of his higher ups, nagging me like a homeless guy for some change. I swear to God if I had the opportunity I would slap the shi…But I digress. The Sun is now gone, yanked out of the game by God who brought in Rain from the bullpen. The girl I brought home last night is gone without a trace and it appears as though she took my Fruity Pebbles and Sun-Times with her. Yep, another beautiful freaking day.
America The Beautiful
America The Beautiful
A van pulled up to the curb
The man offered Susie a sucker
She got inside, he slit her throat
And added her to the pile.
A boy stands on the corner
A teen with a street-worn face
A glock in his waist, rocks in his pocket
My, don’t they grow up fast?
She stood trembling in the dingy room
Taking off her skimpy clothes
It was over in seconds, the money all there
Back she goes to the corner.
He worked hard at the office all day
Came home and dinner wasn’t ready
Grabbed her hair, hit her three times
Disappeared to the bar with his buddies.
He looks at the needle in question
Decides to give it a try
Just a little pinprick, eternal sleep begins
Some risks just aren’t worth taking.
She kneels in front of the pew
Looks up at the gleaming cross
Parts the robe, swallows the soul
Receives the Father’s blessing.
A van pulled up to the curb
The man offered Susie a sucker
She got inside, he slit her throat
And added her to the pile.
A boy stands on the corner
A teen with a street-worn face
A glock in his waist, rocks in his pocket
My, don’t they grow up fast?
She stood trembling in the dingy room
Taking off her skimpy clothes
It was over in seconds, the money all there
Back she goes to the corner.
He worked hard at the office all day
Came home and dinner wasn’t ready
Grabbed her hair, hit her three times
Disappeared to the bar with his buddies.
He looks at the needle in question
Decides to give it a try
Just a little pinprick, eternal sleep begins
Some risks just aren’t worth taking.
She kneels in front of the pew
Looks up at the gleaming cross
Parts the robe, swallows the soul
Receives the Father’s blessing.
A few oldies but goodies...
I figured in order to fatten this thing up a little bit, I would post a few of my favorite writings from high school and college. This is mainly to tide you over until I post some new, original material (which I promise is coming later today). So for now, please enjoy what I consider some of my "greatest hits".
Quote of the Day 12/9
“I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your fuckin' mouth.” ~ Bill Hicks
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Quote of the Day 12/6
I won't belong to any organization that would have me as a member. ~ Groucho Marx
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Quote of the Day 12/5
"Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Introduction...
This story doesn’t have a happy ending. I wish I could tell you that when you’re done reading this, after going on this journey with our protagonist, you’ll feel a warm sense of comfort and joy. The problem is life doesn’t have many happy endings. You will learn quickly, if you haven’t already, that most of your dreams and aspirations will dissolve into a pool of what could have been. But we all pretend, don’t we? We all go about our daily business, grinding out each day for a better house or car or job or whatever. “Someday,” we say, “someday that [insert object here] will be mine.” But someday never comes, and we are left with nothing but an empty feeling where hope once was and where accomplishment should be. Instead of things working out the way you planned, you will experience one disappointment to the next, your friends and family will let you down, you’ll get passed over for that job, and you’ll never be able to afford that sweet new ride you’ve been eyeing for the past six months. And that my friends, is the theme of where we’re going today.
So read on if you wish, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
So read on if you wish, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Quote of the Day 12/4
"If your fucking is anything like your police work, you couldn't find the g-spot on a twelve pound pussy!" ~ Me, Myself & Irene
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Quote of the Day
This is at least the one thing I will update every day. I'm starting today with a line from The Breakfast Club because A)I'm watching it right now and B) this exchange (mainly Bender's response) sums me up to a T.
Andrew Clark: "Why do you have to insult everybody?"
John Bender: "I'm being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference."
Andrew Clark: "Why do you have to insult everybody?"
John Bender: "I'm being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference."
And here we go...
So I was looking for ways to get my writing back on track, and a couple of people suggested starting a blog. At first I was apprehensive, because I didn't want to be another goon who writes random b.s. day in and day out, basically treating the blog as a journal. However, as you can see, I relented. But this will not be the typical blog (I'm not even sure how often I am going to update it); I won't be recanting my day's events to you. Instead I will be posting cd and movie reviews, my thoughts on sports happenings and whatever random thoughts and ideas pop into my head. Above all, I hope to at least be somewhat entertaining, at least enough for you to keep coming back.
Peace and chicken grease.
Peace and chicken grease.
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