If You Build It, They Will Come.

Sunday, June 29, 2003

art is a clever little inside joke between you and the artist that other people can think about for hours and just never get.

Saturday, June 28, 2003

you are what you love... not what loves you...

Wednesday, June 18, 2003

F-ed up, but kind of addicting...

Monday, June 16, 2003

I've been having some hella-strange dreams lately. Last night's was a nine on the odd-meter. I'd go into it, but it sounds insane even to me.

I just found out that Mena Suvari is married. That's disappointing. I mean good for her, but crap.

I should be going to bed, it's 3am. I'm really tired too, but I feel there's a lot of random thoughts I need to spill.

Art is a dirty little secret between you and the artist that everyone else can look at and never see.

I still don't like New Jersey. I like Kevin Smith. Just not New Jersey.

Was Bruce Springsteen from New Jersey? I like him too.

Bon Jovi? Not so much...

I need to start playing hockey again.

Night...

Tuesday, June 10, 2003

Well the Stanley Cup Finals are over. New Jersey has once again won the Cup. The Mighty Ducks of Anaheim came one game away from winning it all in a playoff year where they weren't even supposed to get past the first round. Yes they beat my team, the Detroit Redwings, yes, they actually swept them. But as they moved on to the next round to beat the No. 1 Dallas Stars in six, you really couldn't help but hope they kept going. There's something about rooting for the underdog.

The real reason I'm posting about this is that I've figured out a new pet peeve of mine. Classlessness. I'm not even sure that's a word. People with no class. Especially sports fans. People who throw iceballs at players. People who burn down Wembley Stadium. People who applaud a college football coach for punching a player on the other team in the face. People who scream at their kids during little league games. And last night I found out... people from New Jersey.

The story of the Ducks is a great one. Especially J.S. Giguere. A rookie goalie who lead his team past the first, second, and third rounds, and one game away from winning it all. He was the heart of the team, the silent leader. You can't read about this kid and not smile. He set all kinds of records during the post-season including being only the fifth player in the history of the NHL to be awarded the Conn Smythe Trophy (most valuable player throughout the entire playoffs) on the team that lost the Stanley Cup. A tremendous honor and very very much deserved, and when they awarded it to him, tears in his eyes after a very well fought post-season came had come only one victory away, what do the fans in New Jersey do? They boo him.

Absolutely no class. You assholes got the Cup, why do you need to rub it in, especially against the underdog? Applaud Giguere, he deserves your respect. But no, not if you're in New Jersey.

Assclowns.

Monday, June 02, 2003

Quote of the Night -

My father on whether I should shave my head...

"One hair on the head is worth two in the bush... no, that's not it, something like that."