Airplanes, Hot Women, Obama

By On November 6, 2008 · 8 Comments · In Airplanes, Barack Obama, Cleveland Cavaliers, Dallas, Facebook, Girls

(I think he’s de la travel today, and thus may not comment, but I guarantee Colonel T loves Bulls coach Vinny Del Negro’s hair.)

While I’ve been torturing myself over Pencils’ harsh rejection of my friendship, Greg Oden’s Tonsils brought up a great point in the last post’s comment section:

Who cares about Pencils when we can talk about airplanes and hot women. Christ Brian, we’ve got priorities!

This is so true.

Now, there are a lot of different ways we can talk about hot women and airplanes.

First of all, you should all embark on a day-long journey to guess who my Long Distance Rock-star Connection Girlfriend actually is.

Here’s a hint – she’s not even imaginary this time, and if you’ve read the blog and the song, there are plenty of clues.

The second thing you can do (if you’re a Facebook member) is join my group, “People Who Can’t Spell AIRPORT”.

It’s currently at 30 members, and I just amped up the membership drive with the following message:

Hi everyone,

With the holidays approaching, a lot of us will be using the places that we can’t spell to go to other places faster than we can in cars.

It’s really important we support each other during this time, and reach out to others who may share our problem, ie not being able to spell the place with the airplanes.

Thanks again for your support,

Brian

You don’t need to be my personal Facebook friend to join – it’s open to everyone.

We have meetings every week to continue and try to figure out how to spell AIRPORT, and also to share our stories about how this humiliating disability has ruined our lives over and over and over again, many times over again and again, over again, again.

Two other notes – the Cavs looked great last night (more or less).

Ben Wallace seems mega-refreshed (more or less), and Mo is doing what he’s supposed to (more or less). Once this team gels, they could be scary – the most interesting thing will be to see what they get for Wally.

(My secret wish…Carlos Boozer…?)

As for the Obama election – it’s an amazing thing, and I mean that in all sincerity. I feel about the same as Mark Cuban does aboot it.

 
  • http://www.wishrules.blogspot.com Wish

    It’s not hard to look good against the Bulls these days. Ugh. When did Wally Z’s shot go from looking textbook to looking like something my grandfather would throw up there? Will Sasha get any meaningful PT this season?

  • http://www.wishrules.blogspot.com Wish

    It’s not hard to look good against the Bulls these days. Ugh. When did Wally Z’s shot go from looking textbook to looking like something my grandfather would throw up there? Will Sasha get any meaningful PT this season?

  • admin

    Yeah the Bulls are composed completely of good role players, and are disinterested to boot.

  • admin

    Yeah the Bulls are composed completely of good role players, and are disinterested to boot.

  • http://robgokee.com Rob Gokee

    I joined, but you should know that when I go to Albuquerque this Christmas to visit Hannah’s family… I’m driving.

    But I’ll watch the airplanes from my car going 85.

  • http://www.filmcomposeratlarge.com Rob Gokee

    I joined, but you should know that when I go to Albuquerque this Christmas to visit Hannah’s family… I’m driving.

    But I’ll watch the airplanes from my car going 85.

  • Greg Odens tonsils

    I flew up to SF on a Friday night to visit my girlfriend of 1.5 years with a Sunday return. Out of the blue, she asked me to spell errpourt…I couldn’t. So at this point I’m a sobby heart-broken mess. I wanted to go to a hotel that night, but she insisted I stay (and no…..we didn’t…..for old times sake……). So the next morning I take my puffy-faced self to the errpourt and proceed to wait four sob-filled hours on stand-by. I’ve never felt more pathetic in my life. Finally I went up to the desk and just flat-out told them that my mother had died in twa flight 800. They put me on the next flight and never asked me to spell anything.

  • Greg Odens tonsils

    I flew up to SF on a Friday night to visit my girlfriend of 1.5 years with a Sunday return. Out of the blue, she asked me to spell errpourt…I couldn’t. So at this point I’m a sobby heart-broken mess. I wanted to go to a hotel that night, but she insisted I stay (and no…..we didn’t…..for old times sake……). So the next morning I take my puffy-faced self to the errpourt and proceed to wait four sob-filled hours on stand-by. I’ve never felt more pathetic in my life. Finally I went up to the desk and just flat-out told them that my mother had died in twa flight 800. They put me on the next flight and never asked me to spell anything.