El Friends Du Nenad

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

El Update

El Girlfriend du Nenad...
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And El Gunz du Nenad.

From a Serbian interview, lovingly translated at the Nets Daily.
Not exactly groundbreaking stuff.
Oh, you like playing with Jason Kidd?
Oh, you started playing basketball because you were tall?
::low whistle::

Monday, July 23, 2007

Are you hoping for a miracle?

No, it's NOT enough.

In visual form, I currently feel like this:
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In 48 hours, this will all be over.
And I intend to be drunk.

In conclusion, HOLY FUCK.

Wish me luck, kids. Heaven knows I need it....

Apologies for failing to bring the funny, but as Mitch Hedberg once said:
"I can't be funny when I'm frightened!"

Friday, July 20, 2007

What they don't know? Is that me and God...are like THIS.

Just a quick note to say how FUCKING STOKED I am about this.

I might not watch anything else for a full year after I acquire these. Just the 5 discs on constant loop. Which is really a lot, when you are pretty much just sitting around all unemployed and shit....

ok, it may be harder than I thought, but then again, is anything worth doing...ever easy?

Who was it that said that?

Oh...right
Fuck THAT guy.

Anyway, he raises a good point.

This sucks, and I couldn't even keep my vow to stay away from posting on this thing for longer than 3 days. I'm the worst.

Wanted to share this skit, which I never saw before, but it was pointed out to me by blog-hating, would-kill-me-if-he-knew-I-posted-it-for-y'all-to-see friend...but it's so fantastic, that I say to hell with it and put it up anyway. And normally I HATE this guy.
Ray Romano SportsCenter

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Jayson Williams with 22 rebounds. If by "rebounds" you mean "counts of manslaughter!" Hey-O!

Monday, July 16, 2007

How time can move both fast and slow...amazes me....

Dear readers, it has just occurred to your heroine that she is absolutely, completely, utterly, 100% Grade A fucked.

That's right, after the debacle that was PMBR, she very well might be on the fast track to failing this thing.

So I am sure I can count on y'all to be understanding if El Friends goes dark for a bit. I'm afraid it would be sorely lacking in NBA analogies and BDSM jokes, and be exclusively limited to me bitching about needing to get drunk, get laid, and stop crying. Let's be honest, no one wants that.

You know the drill for Nets news by now. Quickly, I'm optimistic about Magloire, wish Mikki well in his new Reggie Theus-led endeavors, like what I'm hearing about Nenad's new 10 lbs. of pure muscle, and goofed along with everyone else on the RJ engagement story, as you will see if you go to the last entry in the June 19 entry of the Sez since, yes, Sussman, RJ, AND Derrick Coleman share the same birthday. Happy belated to them all, and apologies for spreading false rumors of pending nuptials.

Alright, now if you'll excuse me, I have to enter full-on panic/suicide-watch mode.

Please do enjoy this complimentary AWESOME video on the way out.
(Many thanks to ultra-fashionable Sean for the vid, who may or may not have also been responsible for unleashing Planet Unicorn on us unsuspecting earthlings.)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Yeah, it makes me smile.

Yeah, so I just had a whole Nets-centric post all done and ready to go at the other blog...and I go to insert a picture and lose the whole damn thing. Fuck you, Movable Type Publishing Platform, fuck you in your stupid ass with an unsharpened pencil.

Ugh. Whatever. I'll do it over again tomorrow.

Lots going on in Nets-land though. I will say this: I'm drinking the Kool-Aid.

Annnnnyway.
Becky update:
Last class was this morning...I'm on my own now, and to be honest, I am quite frightened. There was something immensely comforting about Mr. Pieper holding my hand this whole way...and it's like he just let go of the bike...or something. Training wheels are off, kids. Time to fly.

Yeah, I have officially lost my mind.
Cue Homer Simpson: "You say that so often that it's lost its meaning."

I was even walking around before listening to whiny indie music feeling like the closing scene of an episode of "Scrubs"...and then I remembered I was far too hot, awesome, and hetero to be doing so.
I successfully recovered my sass and all was well.

I even finished a book today that I literally started reading months ago. Huge accomplishment, actually- pleasure reading is exceedingly difficult in law school for some reason. Or, I'm an idiot. Either, really.
Up next: the work of one Mr. Paul Shirley.
I think my goal in reading this will be to finally convince myself that he is NOT, in fact, the perfect man, and I should shelve my plans of stalking him and convincing him that we belong together. Seriously, I've spent my whole life looking for a tall, handsome, basketball-loving male who loves indie rock and making fun of people and all along I only had to check the end of an NBA bench? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO???
(In all seriousness, the stalking jokes are just that- JOKES. I have never and will never stalk anyone. I'm far too sane. Notwithstanding triflin' ass boyfriends and the strumpets with whom they cavort. All bets are off then, sweetheart.)

So thassit. D Day, she is near. I'll do the Nets thang manana.

For now, I will leave you with a music video. I'm a little bit behind on this (apparently because I spent too much time listening to rap and R&B and not being white, sor-RY if I like to get down) but she's totally my new girl-crush. Seriously, I love her. And I'm in love with her singing this song.
And, I've never seen this video before, and I loved it, so maybe someone else has not and will too:


Or, if you are looking for some nightmare fuel:


Oh, and random fact remembered today:
Ja Rule really fucking sucks.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Hurts so good?

OK, I throw jokes about this stuff around carelessly, and occasionally I reach for an innuendo...but now they are just fucking with me:

Beginning tomorrow, the Nets hope to start seeing the type of pain their new S&M connection can inflict on future opponents.

Is my team about to become the BDSM spokesteam?
I sure hope so.

SUPER SEXY UPDATE:
Grimey's Photoshop skillz are far superior to mine, and his illustration is replacing my sad and pathetic attempt with Microsoft Paint.
This is completely awesome and I damn near spit Red Bull all over my laptop when I saw it:
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Let's all thank Grimey.

Monday, July 02, 2007

Four more years

So I reacted to this new VC deal thing in the most white girl way possible...seriously, I totally outnerded myself on this one.
If you want to mock me endlessly, you may do so.

Really though, melancholy and complaint rock are probably uncalled for.
If I could muster the optimism last season, I'm sure I can do so for 4 more seasons (yes, 5 if the team exercises the option). And I understand from a business perspective, you want to at least make the playoffs between now and the move to Brooklyn.
I just find it would be a shame if they overpaid Vince by a few million dollars, and those same few million dollars would have been the difference maker in keeping Mikki.