April 29th, 2004

Steve Nash

Oh Danny Ainge, how much material you give me

Celtics hire Doc Rivers as coach

Wow. Danny Ainge is smoking even more crack than I realized. Not to diss on Doc Rivers' skills as a coach, but seriously, is there anything at all to indicate that he's an especially good match for Boston? Boston needs serious help. But then again, Danny Ainge is on too much of a power trip to listen to reason. He tore apart a nucleus that was actually winning games and ran off one of the best (and most underrated) coaches in the NBA because Jim O'Brien wasn't "his guy." And the really funny thing is, despite his stated attempts to fuck up the team so bad that they couldn't help but make the lottery, they still limped into the playoffs. Yeah, I bet he was pissed on that. For months I've been picturing Ainge lounging in Dr. Evil's lair (complete with Tasty Fruit -- sorry, couldn't resist the "Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond" shoutout), stroking a fluffy white cat and cackling about how he's going to pay Paul Pierce ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!! I probably wouldn't be mocking him quite so much if I thought anything he had done in the past year had even the remotest chance of working out, but I don't, so there.

All this would be very amusing for me, I'm sure, if it weren't for the fact that I've always loved the Celtics and still do despite the fact that they don't even vaguely resemble their former glory and tradition. (I still can't believe they tore down Boston Garden!! Fucktards. Make it into a museum or something that makes sense? Nooooo!! We can get more money for a parking garage!!) Maybe it's time for me to start making a sign that says "Will GM Celtics for food." Hell, how much worse could I be? I couldn't possibly do a worse job than M.L. Carr did as coach and GM in the late '90s...
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Sharing my geek hobby

Tonight I'm in need of some alone time and I was thinking that I really need to finish up a half-painted mini so I'll have it ready to return to its owner by our Saturday game. And then I got to thinking about some of the really cool craft things people on LiveJournal do, and I got a fun idea...

Want a miniature painted?

A few things to keep in mind:

  • As much as I really would like to, I can't afford to buy a mini for everyone on my friends list. So if you would like for me to paint one for you, you'll need to get the mini to me. I suppose you could even order one online and have it shipped to me, or if you know what you want, talk to me to work something out. Reaper Miniatures has some great ones that start at around three bucks. If you'd like one painted but aren't sure what you want, talk to me and I'll help you pick one out.
  • I'm a pretty slow painter, so these may take a while. I will do them, but I ask for your patience.
  • I would describe myself as a decent painter -- not a great one, probably not even a good one. I can't promise that you'll like my style, though if you have certain colors in mind I'll use them, so please don't ask me to paint your limited-edition/discontinued/rare mini. I don't want to mess up anyone's prized minis.

So, any takers? (Please, somebody take me up on this. I'll feel really silly if no one wants one.)

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Why I'm so tired

Last night alison_says, the LJ-less Brent and Kelly, and I ventured out to the Yes concert at Philips Arena. None of us really listen to Yes, but the tickets were free, so what the hell. It was a very odd experience. See, growing up in Pulaski we never had concerts. And then I got to college and saw a lot of cool concerts. Then I moved to Atlanta and I pretty much only go to concerts here if it's something I really really want to see. So, if I'm at a concert chances are I'm excited and it's going to be an active experience for me. Well, we were sitting there watching the band and I was eating French fries and it hit me how utterly detached I was from the whole experience. Like, I almost expected to pull out a remote control and go surfing. It was a very passive and surreal experience.

Then during intermission we went to check out the suite we had access to. We could hear, but we couldn't see the stage because of the set. But we were so little into the music that we ended up hanging out in the suite watching South Park. I was a little embarrassed that I went to a concert and ended up watching TV but hey, it was South Park.

Then we went back to Brent and Kelly's and watched even more TV until way too late and played with the cats and ferrets.

Oh, and we saw christine9600 and thegreyman! They were quite surprised to see us there, but for some reason I wasn't surprised at all. LiveJournal makes for a small world.
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