Movies!!!

I guess some folks don't like pneumonia, but for me it's been a real treat. People ask fewer questions about my sleeping fourteen hours a day, and Joy brings me ice cream any time I ask for it, even before 10 AM (a battle I lost early in our marriage). Most of all, this pneumonia's allowed me to watch MOVIES!!! You know how much I love movies, personal secret Internet diary.

"Defending Your Life" - still brilliant. The portions are so big in heaven! Also, I keep expecting to think the ending stuff is schmaltzy, and yet there I am, crying like a baby when the tram doors open. A

"Empire Strikes Back, The" - just the best ever. I was coaching Milwaukee when this came out, and reeling from an opening-round Game Seven loss to the Supersonics (LOL, still can't believe we called them that)... I was feeling pretty rotten. Went and caught "Empire" at a run-down place in Cedarburg, and I'll be buggered if that frown didn't just turn upside down. "I love you". "I know." DAAAAANG. A+

"No Country For Old Men" - didn't care for this. I don't much like new movies. Too many tricks. D

"The Crying Game" - jeez, am I the only person who didn't get this one at all? F

"Defending Your Life" - still brilliant. A+++

back home

tuesday i'm back in dallas fourth quarter coach smart puts me in and i get knocked to the ground on the rotation and all of a sudden i'm back at wilson and i'm late for class and I CAN'T FIND MY BACKPACK and i look for mom in the stands but instead of her i see coach nelson and coach is just shaking his big head again AND THEN I GRAB THE BALL FROM TIM THOMAS but monta comes up to me before i can dribble up the court and takes the ball and runs away and scores. then after the game i feel pretty good and i go to dinner and my family and friends tell me how fun it was and i say i had fun too. i get calamari and steak and an iced tea and when it's time to go back to the team mom hugs me and says she's so proud of me and she cries a little bit WHICH MAKES ME START CRYING and i get on the team bus and cj 's eating banana bread and watching independence day and he asks me if everything's okay and i say i'm good and i sit behind him and try to read my book but i end up watching the movie

Job 7:4

Diary,

Wow, things were pretty wild there for a while, and I wasn't sure if I could hold on. My mom told me I should speak up before I got squeezed but I figured it would be better if I just used the time to work on my dribbling and also to find new places to volunteer at on non-game days.

I'm still baffled all the time by this team, but I've been getting slightly more comfortable over the last few weeks. Coach hasn't said a word to me for a while now but several guys told me that means he couldn't be happier with my work.

I've been getting a lot closer to Monta lately, which has been really great. He fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus ride back from Dallas to San Antonio. He's a silent sleeper, and generates a surprising amount of body warmth; in fact, had he gotten any warmer I might have had to ease him over to the window. He must have realized what happened or been made fun of by Ronny later that night, because the next morning there was a pastry spread outside my door, which is one of Monta's go-to gestures of sorriness or thanks.

Lakers tonight.

There but for the grace of God go I,

Anthony

A Most Remarkable Contest

Yesterday evening saw perhaps the most extraordinary episode of my professional tenure. I must be brief, diary, as another game approaches with undue speed -- no rest for the weary, as the aphorism has it -- but I felt compelled to canonize a few memories before our next series of calisthenics.

Our opponents: the Mavericks of Dallas. Fearsome foes indeed, captained by a giant Teuton with feathery hands. For the first half of the contest, the advantage was evidently theirs, not least because of my wretched performance. Each time I sought to equip a compatriot with the game ball, some Maverick or another would snatch said ball away, with the precision and ferocity of a finely trained hunting falcon. My mistakes were many, and regrettable... as we marked the halfway point of the game in our appointed salon, I could hope only that my legendary father and fetching mother were not witness to my failures.

The second half? A different story altogether! Unbowed, we shrank and then altogether eliminated the advantage of these Mighty Mavericks. Mr. Ellis, our stalwart captain, attacked the relevant rim with the remorseless intent of a baby-snatcher. Mssrs. Morrow and Randolph employed defensive techniques with fearsome aplomb. And in the final moments, who should have cast the fatal blows but the very author of this diary? Happy, happy day.

Our coach pro tem (far more awake than the usual fellow) says calisthenics are beginning. To be continued, dearest diary.

I remain,

as ever,

your Steph

I Wanna Touch Your Soul", Benny Benassi

Do you wanna spend the night with me?

Are you ready now to lose control?

Come on baby, I can light your fire

All night long

I wanna touch your soul (5x)

Boom, boom, boom-boom (4x)

I wanna touch your soul (2x)

Boom, boom, boom-boom (4x)

I wanna touch your soul

Do you know what do you want to be?

You know what really turns you on?

Tell me are you feeling free?

Don't you know

I wanna touch your soul

Boom, boom, boom-boom

Boom, boom, boom

I wanna touch your soul

Do you wanna spend the night with me?

Are you ready now to lose control?

Come on baby, I can light your fire

Do you know what do you want to be?

You know what really turns you on?

Tell me are you feeling free?

Don't you know

I wanna touch your soul (10x)

Boom, boom, boom-boom (4x)

I wanna touch your soul

can you get pneumonia through the phone?

i know it sounds crazy just typing it but im freaking out here. just kicked the swine flu and then i call nellie to see how hes doing and now im shivering like a scooby character. swine flu followed by pneumonia sounds like just the kind of thing that would happen to old cj. this better not be pneumonia. this better be more swine flu.

the other day vladram told me that yellowstone park is one giant supervolcano and when it blows all sentient life goes byebye in like twenty minutes. i was like thanks vladram like i need another reason to not sleep.

i should go google this stuff bye diary

EDIT 1: google didnt exactly calm me down. believe the supervolcano hype and as for pneumonia through the phone well i didnt find any confirmation that that happens but i didnt find anybody disproving it either. plus lets face it even if it hasnt happened before we all know who patient zero is gonna be. is bron right? is this all happening to me because i took jordans number?

EDIT 2: just put the number 23 to the top of my netflix heres hoping it has some answers

Update

Stats Don't Lie

Titles Won By LeBron, Dwight, D-Wade, Bosh, Nash, Amar'e, KG, Dirk, Yao, CP3 COMBINED: 2

Titles Won By Just Me: 3

Brandon Jennings? Let that little bitch win one title three times before you waste my time with Brandon Jennings.

I HAVE BEEN TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN AND THE VIEW IS N.Y.C.E.

I am a WORLD CHAMPION. Every time I think about it, I touch my dick.

Cloture? I'm Supposed To Be Excited About Cloture?

Yeah, great job, Dems. Way to finally get Lincoln and Landrieu on board with their own party. Real impressive.

It's only downhill from here. Bye-bye strong public option, bye-bye subsidies for those making 300-400% of poverty, hello abortion restrictions and payoffs to Big Pharma. This thing is gonna get so watered down it'll be see-through. We haven't even seen LIEberman take his bite out of the apple yet. Speaking of which, why does that guy still have a committee chairmanship? Why not strip him and send his disingenuous ass to caucus with the rest of the Rethuglicans?

And the real question is, where is Obama in all this? Shouldn't he be out there twisting arms and making things happen? When I held my nose and forced myself to vote for a major-party candidate last November, I did so because I was promised change. But I'm not seeing change in the Senate -- I'm seeing the same venal wingnuttery I did under W. I'm not seeing change in the continued capture of our fiscal policy by big business. I'm not seeing change in our country's policies towards gay servicepeople. I'm not seeing change in the status of the 240 "enemy combatants" whose civil liberties are being pissed on in Guantánamo. Where is this "change" we were told about?

When do we admit to ourselves that this guy broke his promises to the progressive movement?

Sorry, diary... I shouldn't get worked up over Washington being Washington. It's just maddening. I feel like a chump for putting even a scintilla of faith in this DINO.

On the job front, I get the sense that Nellie's not going to play me much anymore. I can't really blame him -- I'm so bad at basketball, it's almost silly.

Still worked up. I'm gonna go to firedoglake and blow off some steam. Will put up some cap-and-trade thoughts a little later.

are you kidding me with this swine flu

seriously. its not bad enough to be all fevery and achy and being shaky stomachwise morning noon and night? its gotta have an embarrassing name also? i wonder who that first doctor was who identified this thing and decided to call it swine flu even though he had to know it would mean that millions of people would get clowned someday. what a huge dickhead that doctor must be.

the guys are gonna have a field day with this. even when nothing is going on they poke fun at me. during camp when i was sad about not going to orlando andris started calling me cj datsun and everyone was laughing. i asked coach what datsun meant and he said it was an old car. i said let me guess its a lame car and theyre making fun of me. instead of responding verbally he gave me a cup check so stiff that i fell to the ground shrieking. i still shrivel up a little when i think about that cup check. and now im coming back with a runny nose from a disease with a pig name. it is not gonna be a picnic of a month for old cj.

EDIT: obviously doctors can be women. my orthodontist is a woman.