I can't believe the vacation is almost over!
I can't believe that I go back to work on Saturday!
I do believe that Detroit just beat San Antonio!!
Curse San Antonio!!
Why, I just dunno.
I respect Tim Duncan. I like Tony Parker, Manu Ginobli, and even Bruce Bowen. Much love goes out to Nazr Mohammed, the former Knick that's getting closer to his first ring than the other Knicks. And what about traitor, err, legend Robert Horry, who has seen three championships with the Lakers, and will win more titles than Reggie Miller?
I love all those guys.
And even though Detroit beat my Los Angeles Lakers last year, I want them to cream San Antonio this year.
I guess it has something to do with history repeating itself.
I would hate to think that Detroit got by last year just because Shaq, Kobe, and Phil couldn't get along after all these years.
I would like to think that the Detroit that won two back-to-back titles in '89 and '90, will do it again, this time in '04 and '05, by beating the two best teams in the West. Phoenix Suns aside, of course.
Speaking of L.A., Phil's coming back to guide Kobe! That's some news...
Michael Jackson... NOT GUILTY!!!
Alright, ladies and gentlemen. For the 1,000,256th time, I read the papers. I saw the news last night. I know that Mike is innocent. Hell, I was the one who said he was from jump street! So, to all that sent emails with attachments and such, thanks; but I got the point. He's innocent.
D. S.
Michael Jackson
HIStory
Do you know that it took me 10 years to figure out who the hell Dom Sheldon was? Ten years?!?! And I'm like, that's unorthodox of Michael to talk about some vague figure like that...
Dom Sheldon...
Tom Sheddon...
I came from the barbershop, which note to self, is probably where I left my Burberry shades, and I was talking about it with da Kliq. In unison, everyone in the shop, even some patrons who happen to be MJ fans, laughed at my now-figuring-it-out expressions. Well ha-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho-laugh-laugh-laugh-funny-it-is-so.
Batman Begins is later on today! And of course, I'm going opening night. But to spice things up, I'm seeing it on IMAX; this should be fun...
Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith
OK. The mere fact I took so long in posting my opinion on this movie tells me something. IMO, I somehow favored Anakin Skywalker than the other characters in the film. Emperor Palpatine and "Anny" were the the most animated characters in the film; so animated, you almost forget they must be "defeated" in the end of the movie. Ewan McGregor was just unappealing to me; as was S. L. Jackson. Natalie Portman was very decent here; having lost the will to live was like, whoa. That's a helluva way to go.
Cinematography-wise, there was way too much cut-and-swiping for my taste. The story and ending was proper, if not incomplete in a way. You'd think we'd see a prelude to Han Solo's beginnings at anytime in the flick. I think a New York Daily News film-reviewer said it best: the last three recent Star Wars flicks were missing one element: A Han Solo-like character. Furthermore, they could've stretched the rivalry between Anakin & Obi-Wan a little bit more. It just seems that for a Chosen One, Anakin went out too easily, just like Dooku in the beginning of the flick.
In a nutshell, it was definitely better than the previous two flicks. But it still won't beat episodes 4-6.
Rating: 8 out of 10
The Longest Yard
Normally, in remakes, I would've done my homework and watched the previous film and compare. But this was an Adam Sandler film; and I by nature am not too much a fan of Adam Sandler. So opening night, I just walked in with the guys, and watched the film. And I'll put it in this fashion: only one film this year was so good, I saw it twice; and that was Sin City. The Longest Yard would make this list as the second film this year I saw twice. It was that good. Chris Rock's performace was one for the record books; Burt Reynolds put in a solid outing; and I was very impressed with Adam Sandler by the end of the first showing. But that's the half of it:
Bob "The Beast" Sapp
"Stone Cold" Steve Austin
Kevin "Diesel, Big Sexy" Nash
Nelly
Bill Goldberg
Jim Cromwell
Terry "Friday After Next" Crews
Lobo "El Leon, from Walker, Texas Ranger" Sebastian
Michael Irvin. Friggin Michael friggin Irvin from da friggin Dallas Cowboys Michael Irvin!
This was a lineup, katz. And this was one helluva movie.
This movie surpassed Waterboy. Many Keanu Reeves fans might have a tough time saying this movie is better than The Replacements. Hey, I, a Gene Hackman fan, am trying not to put this flick over the Replacements. But, it's a awesome film. Ok, I'm done.
Rating: 9.8 out of 10
Just another one of those Too pissed for words, too vexed to be pissed tales
On the day I realized I wasn't one with my shades, I went to Costco for some "light" shopping. It turned out to be two boxes worth of shopping, and cab worthy. In light of the fact it was Puerto Rican Day [Happy belated P/R day!], I realized acquiring a cab on Sunset Park was easier said than done. So I phoned a different cab service, and the guy that comes, I'm telling you, if I had the opportunity, I would've taken a picture, looks like Osama Bin Laden. I'm freaking out, because he sits there, with no sort of indication that he was the cab I called for, and the last thing I need is for him to warn me of another attack. In any case, he finally shows some life, and has the nerve to be mad at me because I didn't indicate that I called him! Funny, I don't remember calling him directly, otherwise he should've told me what to look for when he arrives.
Case of miscommunication. No real beef, here.
Troy Avenue, on the Parkway, one block away from my house, some heavy traffic starts to build. En route, the cabbie sees a potential customer waiting at the corner. After nearly pulling all stops to get her attention, she finally gets in the car, only to see me in it, shaking my head. Why? Not because she then pretends to be on her cell phone the rest of my time there to avoid contact, but because I knew the stunt this cabbie was gonna pull next. Seeing this nice chick, he wants to impress her by getting her to her destination quick. With traffic ahead, he can back up to Troy, and drive down to where she wants to reach...
but to do that, I would have to leave first. And that's exactly what he asked me to do.
AUE [agitated upon expectancy], I agreed and request fare amount. This normal $15 ride was $13. Then he opened the trunk, and I realized that I had some heavy shit to carry for a block. I passed him whatever was in my pocket in disgust, and prepared to lift my groceries. This coincides with the event that I realized my shades were missing.
Seeing the opportunity to back up into Troy was disappearing, the cabbie hastily puts the groceries on my shoulder, thanks me repeatedly, and just when my left foot reached the sidewalk, sped back into Troy, and zoomed out of sight. As he disappeared, so did the "traffic" that was ahead of us before the incident. Normally, two heavy boxes of groceries are not a big issue to me. Before I knew it, I was home, and the elevator was waiting for me on arrival. Somehow, this time was a bit different, as I experienced a sharp pain. I got home, literally dropped the groceries, and found this out:
The sumammabitch fucked up my thumb.
Okay, it looks better now, 48 hours have passed since then.
But boy, I was pissed.
Something told me to check my pockets, to find out what I gave him. Present was the change from the store, my emergency money, and twenty dollars from mi mum, to make sure I got everything. Gone however, was my money for dinner: $10.
I wanted to stay pissed off, but I couldn't. $5 saved just cost me a bruised thumb. One thing I did learn something though:
If the cabbie looks a bit shaky, don't take it.
Fascinating, I would've rather been with The Costco Con, than to go through that shit again.
Some ramblings before I go:
I know, it's been over a month since I posted a freelance... anywhere. I'll see what I can before my vacation ends...
Summer's here! Unofficially, but it's here. I reinstalled my A/C earlier in the month, cuz it was so hot. Everyday for the last week has been in the mid 80's. Not that I'm complaining, but hey, some advance notice would help.
Another reason I hate weathermen: when I'm told it will rain, I bring my huge umbrella, and nothing happens. Twice I went out last week, I hear nothing about rain. And somehow, it manages to pour. Not rain, but pour rain. Thank God for friends, eh?
Speaking of friends, congrats go to Sam and the GreenPoint old timer (another name I haven't mentioned here in a while) for leaving North Fork recently. I would soon like to be next, and in fact, do intend to be next.
On that same note, rats! go out to the old-timer, who took her teacher's para exam, and missed it by 1 point. I felt that all up in my privates, dude.
That's it for now. back to my irregularly scheduled paradiiiiizzeeee...