In case no one heard (that is, if you for some reason rely on my reportage for your daily news, in which case, you’d be up a certain type of creek for the last two months, given my extended sojourn to the world of social discourse and human contact, i.e. the anti-blogosphere; P.S. I hate the word “blogosphere” with a passion and will hence murder any who use the word twice within the span of 10 seconds in a 30 foot radius of my hypocritical presence), Carolina did take home the important trophy. I honestly had to fight back a few manly tears when I saw the utterly naive and exuberant Hansbrough hugging Coach Williams after the confetti began to fall. I wonder how long until I see another player of such doltish prowess.
Anyhow.
Two months and no posts.
Meh.
Maybe I’ll start up again.
Also, to add slightly to the cinecentric aim of this page, yesterday I watched “Jurassic Park” for the upteenth time. I think when I grow up, I want to be a paleontologist. This, obviously, brings to mind Tracy Jordan(/Morgan)’s comment about feeding a parrot in “30 Rock” about three weeks ago–plus or minus a month–found about 5 and a half minutes into the clip below.
Cinemania & Miscellanea 