Occasionally I get asked whatup with 2WO G2N G2Y.
Here’s the deal – I won’t do anything with it, because there are people who worked on it who haven’t been paid yet.
Details are unimportant and avoid the bottom line: the proverbial buck stops with me on this project, I take full responsibility for it, and the fact that it’s unresolved sixth months later is an unfair, embarrassing, and ugly situation.
These are the initials of everyone who hasn’t been paid:
DG, JM, NJ, CS, SS, CS, JC, and AT.
I’ll link to this up in the 2GG tab above, and knock people off the list as this is taken care of. If you’re one of these people and you have to vent, go ahead and do it right here – I (and I alone) deserve to be bad-mouthed until it’s a closed case.
I learned a couple producering lessons on 2GG for sure, and unfortunately the good and talented people who helped make it have felt a trickle-down effect.
(For the sake of transparency, I also owe my parents about $6,500,000 in “metal anguish fees” for pretty much my entire high school experience.)
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I think I had more feedback on yesterday’s post via email, Twitter, and comments than I have on any single thing since the start of BTAA.
Having run a far more successfuller blog than this one, I can tell you one thing: if people start dictating what they want you to write, you’re doing okay:
Meh. Bring back some Skree! Por favor.
@jordi thinks things were better @yay!
This is surely what it was like for Jesus when he got out of that bathtub and was all excited to be back – people were just like, “Hey, do that one trick again that you used to do! We love that one!”
Jesus was all, “But I have all these new tricks – see, I started wearing socks. They’re blue socks.”
And they were like, “Boo!” and so Jesus was like, “The Cavalier is not walking through that door!”
If I have something to say about the NBA that affects me personally, isn’t being said anywhere else, or that I simply need to get out, I’ll say it. I promise.
Perhaps of more importance is that Texas wants to be independent again, according to its governor.
I’m sure there are many horrible reasons this shouldn’t happen, but I like chaos. Plus, this could start a whole trend – Mexico could be next, and they could be like, “…and we want to be an island, so unscrew the subterranean latches and let us go. Oy.”
Tomorrow or the next day I’ll be previewing the NBA Playoffs with @ColleenBurns. Then you won’t know what to think.
(Yes, I’m upset that the Cavs aren’t determined to get that home 40-1 record. You have a chance to go for history, you do it.)
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This post was truncated majorly, because it was a bunch of b—hing and moaning – there’s no reason for that.
Nobody forced me to watch All-Star Saturday Night – I just see missed opportunity in it, and feel a need to express that.
Over three years ago I explained how to fix the entire thing, so it’s not like I’ve never offered positive solutions.
I think I simply have some real issues with today’s players. Mainly, that none of them want to metaphorically kill each other.
You can probably guess what I thought of HORSE – maybe it was fun to be there, but there was something bizarre about the crowd going nuts on the big misses.
I’m pretty sure I could launch a 3 from behind the stands and have it bounce clean off the backboard, so conceptually, something was wrong here.
These are the most amazing athletes in the world – put them in contests/situations wherein they are doing things only they can do.
3-Ball is what it is – the most interesting thing is that David Robinson is still built like a tank. Skills Challenge also is what it is, and at least it’s not 3-Ball. This is an old and repeated point, but they need to get the actual All-Stars in the 3-Point Shootout.
And so…the Dunk Contest. Here was Dwight Howard’s assessment:
“It is all about having fun,” Howard said. “Hey, [Nate Robinson] won fair and square. The fans loved it. We tried to put on a good show. That’s what it is all about at All-Star weekend. It doesn’t matter who wins or loses.”
I guess this is just how it is now, but I don’t think Michael Jordan ever went into a dunk contest thinking it didn’t matter who won.
(SIDEBAR: When is Shaq going to step in on this Dwight-as-Superman thing? Howard seems like a genuine, friendly, and great guy, but what he’s done here is misguided, and that’s being nice about it.)
Of course, all thunder was taken by LeBron James, as he awkwardly read a press release during the final round that he’s in for 2010. Here’s what I said on Twitter.
That new Dallas stadium holds 100K+ so don’t think this wasn’t planned like 3 years ago by LeBron and Co.
about 8 hours ago from TwitterBerry
And you can expect Wade, Melo, and all the rest in it too I bet.
about 8 hours ago from TwitterBerry
I mean, on one hand, you have to admire the marketing prowess of LeBron’s team.
On the other, you might as well just turn it into pro wrestling, because this’ll be the most choreographed, pre-planned, slickly presented Dunk Contest in the history of man.
And it won’t matter who wins, and yes I’ll watch it, mostly because everyone will be late getting there.
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As many of you know, my brother Tim, aka the self-dubbed Colonel T (who also appears in my book), pops up here from time to time, when he’s not busy raising his children and/or working and/or neglecting his own website.
He sent me over his stab at Texas this morning.
Really, his singularly unique artistic stylings deserve a bigger audience. In any case, I think he got Texas more or less correct – I’ve actually avoided looking at any pictures of Texas recently, so I can make another attempt at it soon.
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I’m not sure someone could beat this version of Texas unless they were intentionally doing it wrong.
This was Rachel’s Texas – she’s the girl at the gym with the pretty smile.
She accused me of trying to make her feel stupid, but I think her open border there at the bottom is actually some subtle social commentary about illegal immigration.
That’s not stupidity; that’s social commentary via art. That takes smarts.
And yes, this drawing is right-side up – she’s the first person I’ve seen put the right angle portion on the bottom like that.
Anyway, let’s talk about what a bad person I am. I watched the first quarter of Cavs-Blazers, and turned it off. Congrats on the win – I’m disloyal and a non-believer.
Truth be told, I was just too wired after watching Lost to concentrate on it. This is by far one of the greatest shows of all time, and the way it makes itself feel like a completely new program every single season is amazing.
I’m not going to get into it in this post – if you want to discuss in the popular new commenting system, go ahead. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around it all still.
I love this time-jumping thing – it’s a really clever (Becky!) way to show us the secrets of stuff like the pirate ship and the four-toed foot without taking a break from the narrative. And agitated Sawyer is the best Sawyer there is.
My one, solitary problem – I think the end of the show is way too obvious at this point.
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(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.
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(This made me excited when it happened, but I guess I thought it was 2001 for a moment.
Now it makes me sad. It doesn’t seem like AI should go out as a number-changed, salary cap casualty, does it?
What’s next – coming off the bench for the Celtics next season?)
If you missed the comments section of two post of yore, you missed Fios’s depression over my ability to connect with a rockstar long distance girlfriend.
Here’s what he said:
I’m not gonna lie man, I am jealous. My personals ad has clearly stated a preference for women who like killing horses and so far I’ve only met a girl who enjoys mocking them from afar. Commitment is so sexy.
Whether that makes you sad, mad, or glad, it brings up a crucial point, and something I’ve left you all out of the loop on:
What happened to my horse, Pencils?
You may or may not remember, because I may or may not have mentioned it, but Pencils may or may not have gone on a horsey-date and never came back.
Well, just by chance, I got a letter from Pencils lasterday, and I thought I’d reprint it here:
NAY! NAA-AAAY!! NAA-AAAY! NAY NAY NAY!!
NAY! NAY NAY!! NA-AY! NAAAAAAY! NAY NAY N-NAY! LOL
NAYNAY, NAY NAY NAY, NAY!
NAY,
PENCILS
Nice, right?
Just because he owns some big company now, he thinks he can talk down to me. I hope I never see you again, Pencils.
By the way, here’s some history – thanks to Facebook, I was recently reminded that I’ve always been insane.
I have little recollection of this, other than it sounds right, but apparently one old classmate’s primary memory of me is that I gave a speech in YE OLE ENGLISHE for no reason in class once, utterly befuddling the teacher.
Facebook is the strangest thing in the world. I guess that makes me sound old or something.
You think about it, and like the kids today are all growing up with this stuff, so like when their a-hole horse gets-rich-quick and teases you about not giving you any of the money, it’s just normal that the whole world finds out.
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(I watched but slept through the entire Cavaliers win last night, but they looked great.
Mo Williams is really good at his basketball playing.
I’d like to see Danny Ferry go snag Antonio McDyess once DEN releases him. The guy wants to win, so he’s not going back to DET, but he can stick it to DET by going to CLE, right?
Either way, the big winner in the DET-DEN deal is CLE, provided they’re able to see a wide open window when it’s right in front of them.)
There’s nothing important going on today except for the two candidates’ respective groups deciding the quickest and most efficient manner with which to protest the voting results.
I can only assume this is what will happen – it’s how the country works now.
Concern isn’t something gnawing at me, though. At least not over the election.
No, I’m much more angsty about the reaction to my airplane song from the other day. It was written specifically for someone, and this was her response.
I looooved my song. I wasn’t sure about it at first; it seemed a little plane. Get it? “plane?”
Nah, it was very sweet and just reaffirms our rockstar connection. When u [smudged out/unreadable]? I need some [unreadable]!
Clearly, this girl knows I’m meant to be a rockstar, as opposed to the 14 other professions I’m currently pursuing.
The big problem, though? She must’ve spilled some dirt all over her computer before sending this, because there are crucial pieces of dialog missing here.
What is it she needs? What if she needs anti-poison pills? What if she’s suicidal and needs poison pills? What if she just needs some hugs?
I welcome your analysis, but I have to tell you, a girl who just haphazardly spills soil all over her computer, then sends it to me?
I don’t know if that works long term. Soil is for growing vegetables, not for hiding the true intent of your love-letterish emails.
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