Worldwide Event

So last night during the Celtics game I decided to take some notes. This was of course until the second half, when I was pacing like a maniac through my living room, trying not to wake up my mom with swearing and throwing things. So here are some unfiltered game notes, the stuff in parenthetical was added today.:


-KP 43! I would nickname him cucumber, so coooooool.

-Ray "Harvey Dent" Allen, it's a flip of the coin as to who is going to show up. Looks like we got the DA tonight. (nerdy Batman reference, new movie makes it a little easier to understand)

-Look at my boy Bill! Canoodling with an unknown MILF and letting his son take the front row, what a guy. HAHA, 4th quarter he switches with his son, take that!

-Budlight Party Cruise? Sign me up!

-Basketball officials...... weakest, i.e. most human, part of the game.

-Scal showed up in warm-ups tonight! GO GREEN!

-Von Gundy, one day you and I will coach the Celtics together. It's like you can read my mind.

-PJ, armpit touch? Flagrant? no. Flamboyant? yes. You also got boned on a monster block that was called a foul, I still love you, I see you pouting on the bench...

-Where's my boy Powe? House needs more time. Cassel shouldn't play basketball anymore... you look like a child out there.

-Rondo, so you can play PG.... TAKE THE SHOT!

-Under 3 on the shot clock? Where's KG? TAKE THE SHOT!

That's it. Like I said had I taken notes through the fourth quarter there would have been much more profanity, and much less cohesiveness. The Celtics are the most stressful team to watch with a lead. Doc, get on that. Here's to my prediction of the series not going to 7 games...


TOMMY POINT!

Video Tour

I thought I would move in on Matt's territory by posting about a dream I had last night. I wouldn't normally do this but this is an exception. I literally awoke from the following dream and said, "Fuck, that dream was awesome!". So, without further ado, I bring you Roy's Dream.

Last night I went to bed after a long Celtics game. To be honest I shut it off with three or so minutes left in the fourth. I apparently didn't miss anything as the Celtics finished with the same score. Anyway, so in this dream I found myself riding the Celtics bench. You know, rubbing elbows with Scott Pollard and Scal. So Scal and I are sitting there watching the game, talking about the new NBA video game that's going to come out. We decided that we would probably be no named characters, or wouldn't be in the game at all. Doc overheard our convo and said I would definitely be in it (according to him I was the hot rookie sensation, this year's Rondo, apparently I get signed by the Celts in 2009), Scal would too (fan fave or some shit), Pollard... not so much (we had a laugh at this, because he sucks).

While this was happening, Perk threw down a massive dunk, sending the bench into a frenzy. Scal and I started a "Green, Green, Green," chant that overtook the entire arena or whatever place we were at. I continue to get the crowd fired up, leading to a strong C's quarter, crushing our unnamed opponents. Quarter ends, Rondo comes out, star point guard Roy goes in. Blam! Steal, three, steal, dunk. I was on fire, apparently the game of my life.

Afterwards, Perk asked me to smoke a blunt with him, and Rondo. Obviously he was impressed by my killer performance and, according to him, all the other dudes on the team were too old (there was an eerie lack of the big 3 in my dream, only a brief cameo by Pierce, who I dished a pass to before he mysteriously vanished), and he and Rondo were psyched to chill with someone their age. I never made it to Perk's party, as this is where I was awakened. Bummer.

Too Soon?

Return of the Rant

So I realized that I haven't honored this blogs namesake in a while. Maybe it's because I haven't been heated in a while, ya'know nothing has gotten under my skin...... enter game 2 of the eastern conference finals.

I think I could some this game up with one word: Garbage. Since I'm so fucking flustered right now, I'm going to just kick out (basketball joke?) some footnotes.

- Tony Allen. This is why Doc is the worst coach in the NBA. You bench Tony Allen for 95% of the playoffs, as well as the last few games of the regular season, only to play him now? I was almost expecting to see Scal out there in his fly suit taking threes. Alright, so they were up, and they need his D. Again, I'm not buying it. One of Doc's hunches I'm sure. Then he stays in as the C's go down by 9. Where's Powe? Where's House? Surely they should be getting some time before Tony Allen? Tony Allen!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Officials: Can you please stop calling the Celtics games like bizarro world Tommy's? Honestly, I consider myself a pretty big homer, but there were some calls in this game. My god... Ray Allen getting absolutely hacked in the last three or so minutes comes to mind. Meanwhile Perk can't make a play without getting a call, but that's because he's Perk and he sux. TOMMY POINT!

- Rondo. Get your head out of your ass kid. Take some shots, you don't need to pass it every time you touch the ball. Plus the blocking the face call? Christ that's something I would have done.

I know I had more to bitch about but in all honesty I need to beat one out, relieve some tension. TOMMY POINT!

Face an Interview

Back at the homestead
watching high definition
thinking about life



Starbucks finally crossed the line today. They've been keeping out of my sphere(s), but now they're really dicking with my shit. They put in a drive-thru, blocked off my sneak route. Fuck that...

Battle

Discuss:

Somebody Call a Policeman

Reggae music on my radio. Makes me want to burn the grass. Might have to.

Solid line-up of events coming in the next few days/weeks:

Tonight - Celts/Cavs game six: Can the C's win on the road? Will KG hug Rajon at midcourt again?

May 24th - Zombie walk: dress up as a zombie, join the hoard, and start munching on the brains of Boston: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=8578907265

May 30th: http://www.wickedlocal.com/cambridge/news/x1902437626/Dunster-Street-closes-for-block-party-May-31-featuring-Dr-Dog

Life is truckeling along right now.

The future lurks just beyond the present and after the past. Lets join up and dance.

Blood Thirsty

Here it comes.

Returned the books that the BPL requested. Shady guy by book drop off box. Made sure my books were dropped off.

Euro house techno beat danceradio.gr

Good C's gotta beat the Bad C's. They should take some vitamin C, see?

Venture out,
venture in,
all adventures,
just need to begin.

Absolute(s)

Bumping a little bit of itunes radio. Number 1 reggae.

Done with GTA. Guess I just wasn't cut out to be a crook. Back on the COD4 dragon, chasing it, chasing it. Always, it slips my grasp.

Don't forget your countrymen.

Applied for a job at the cinema. Summer time job as an usher. OO-SURE. Get some free movies up here, that's the plan. Behind the scenes.

Let the blog tell the story, let it be your notepad.

Dumbbbbbbbb

Just found out about this documentary called We Are Wizards. It's about how people are goin' crazy for this Harry Potter cat. Looked like a solid little documentary so I investigated.

Found out my man Brad Neely was involved because of his crazy Harry Potter movie dub called Wizard People, Dear Readers. If you don't know who he is, swing by superdeluxe.com and check his shit out (or wait until May 25 11.45pm and check his shit on adult swim, seriously rep this shit, the guy is the man). Basically, I think the motherfucker is hilarious and if I could suck his brain of humor, and then use that for my own diabolical purposes, I most likely would.

So anyway, I'm researching this documentary and I see that it's going to screen in Boston. Nice. Cept for the fact that it happened in April... and Brad Neely was there... talking to people and shit...

This caused me to hit my head really hard in rage, on accident. Seriously, top ten people that I would like to meet/pick brain and I missed it...