T minus 30 days and counting.
The closer my 30th birthday comes, the more I think to myself, “y’know, maybe I should make a big deal out of it.”
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The closer my 30th birthday comes, the more I think to myself, “y’know, maybe I should make a big deal out of it.”
When we hunker down in our seats with a book or a newspaper, we erect a forcefield around our bodies, focusing all our attention on the sports section or the movie reviews.
Duncan grabbed the offensive rebound, pump-faked, and put the ball in the hole, drawing a foul. Then — and you could see the monkeys flying off his back as he shot it — he hit the free throw.
I spent an hour stumbling around in the dark, using the backlight on my iPod as a lamp while I rummaged around in the closet and tried to find my friggin’ flashlight. At least I knew where my hand-cranked radio was.
The Spurs and the Pistons are both defensive-oriented teams, but beyond that, they have very different styles.
A sizable amount of my working life has been spent processing large quantities of text: generating it, reformatting it, parsing it, displaying it. Over the years, my approach to this sort of thing has evolved.
Game 5 of the NBA Finals was far and away the biggest, best game of Robert Horry’s long playoff career.
My phone finally seemed to give up the ghost, plaintively beeping at me with a flurry of “low power” warnings, then going blank and silent.
The problem with Jackie Chan is that when he’s not interacting with a chair or a motorcycle or whatever, and instead has to act against a human being, he’s not really all that funny.
When your team is down by 21 points and Darko Milicic is on the floor with four minutes left in the game, you know it’s over.
For fair-weather fans riding the Heat and Suns bandwagons, this matchup is going to be a slow, ugly grind, but even if you’re not a fan of great defense, both teams are capable of executing a lovely half-court offense.
The game totally gives lie to my claim that I’m no longer a fan of Star Wars.
I’ve always been the guy who buys his clothes a size too big, because then everything is equally, safely ill-fitting.
“This is terrible! We have two of the most talented martial arts actors in the world doing a movie together, and there’s absolutely zero chemistry between them!”
It’s not a great series by any stretch of the imagination, but it keeps managing to find a balancing point between procedural crime, family drama, and psychic weirdness that I still can’t bring myself to believe exists.
What can zombies do to brush up their image, to make themselves relevant to a modern audience?
As a collection of random thoughts, Difficult Questions is great, but as a book, it leaves a lot to be desired.