I've been neglecting my weblog these days, but my defense is this: I spend 40+ hours/week in front of a computer, so when I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is sit down in front of my computer and pull a Doogie Howser. It's just that when I get home, I want to do one thing and one thing only: Nothing. But here I am on my laptop, typing a Blogger entry. How ironic.
I went to a house party last weekend and it was pretty crazy, but good times nonetheless. I won't go into detail for the sake of people's reputations. Here are some pictures: Cheers | Iku&Sabs carrying a red Tae | Joanie representing the Boston cap | Sabs and I
So it seems that Gmail is all the rage these days. Hey, I can't disagree. Both my roommate and I have been contacted by "long lost friends," who wanted to "catch up" and also obtain a Gmail invite (on the side of course). We found the emails pretty damn entertaining, actually. They start off by pretending to be interested in what we're upto, i.e. "How are you? It's been such a long time!" They continue by elaborating on what they've been doing for a few paragraphs. Finally, they sign the correspondence with a, "You're brother, _______" and conveniently add a "P.S. Can you send me a Gmail invite?" It would have been ideal to reply with a simple "Hi. Who are you and what's Gmail?" Here's a funny comic my co-worker sent me to tie everything together. Pretty sad, actually.
I went to the Red Sox/Giants game on Sunday and although the Sox lost, it was still a pretty good time. It's surprising to see so many Red Sox fans 3,000 miles away from home. But loyalty and dedication are what Sox fans are known for. There were some really bad calls throughout the game and Timlin gave up a grand-slam which sucked. But one thing I'm realizing is that I do not respect Barry Bonds, at all. Yea, he's a beast and can drill the ball out of SBC Park, but he doesn't play for love of the game. Every time he gets up to bat, he's not looking to drive his teammates home; he just wants another home run to add to his tally. When he's on the field, he doesn't run hard or make diving catches in fear that he'll hurt himself and not be able to break his home run record. And all his crap about Boston being a racist city? C'mon now.. One of my favorite quotes: "Winners forget they're in a race, they just love to run." Bonds tries so hard to drill the ball everytime he steps up to the plate, that forgets why he should be out there in the first place: to play ball.
And in closing, I just want send a big, sorry, shout out to all the Lakers fans out there. And contrary to popular belief, you're not automatically deemed a Lakers fan just because you've: a) lived in SoCal for a month or more b) visited SoCal for a week or c) drove through any given part of SoCal for a few hours. This principle parallels "devoted" Yankees fans who are from NY. Anyways, back to the sad story of the Lakers and their defeat by the Pistons. Even with their "all-star" team, they still couldn't come out on top. Sad. So here's to this guy and the Pistons, for righteously de-throwning the most overrated team in the NBA.
