Karen, Cavs, Storm

So nobody knew about Ray Allen yesterday.

The other thing nobody knew about was Goodfellas. It came up because there was a character named Karen, and whenever I encounter that name I have to start going, “KAREN!! WHY’D YOU DO DAT, KAREN!?!? KAREN, THAT WAS EVERYTHING, KAREN!!!”

Nobody got the reference, and upon explanation, still didn’t find it all that funny. How none of these people had seen Goodfellas was beyond me.

Perhaps they all glanced at each other real quick, and were good enough friends to be able to make those glances mean, “Let’s all pretend we’ve never seen Goodfellas, so as to make his “Karen” references fall flat.”

I don’t know, and I’ll never know.

Cavs beat Utah in their new-style fashion.

First quarter, come out strong. Second and third, play the game, let other team hang around a bit. Fourth quarter, utter destruction of the other team.

Like Jim Chones used to say, “Utterly destroying the other team – that’s the name of the game.”

Best part was LeBron’s block of Boozer that sent the definitive “Utah, you will not win this game” message.

More important than any of this is they’re working hard and are fluid on offense, ie actually fun to watch. They really seem to have great chemistry, as well.

And look at the schedule…I see a Cavs-Lasers game creeping up this week.

I’ve read 300 different articles about the Blackberry Storm in the last week, each one like a teasing, taunting, little teaser-taunter. (Here’s one, and another, and another.)

Top that off with my Curve acting all weird the past three days – won’t hold a charge & inconsistent email reception, ie it won’t pick up anything, then suddenly downloads like 25 at once.

I think RIM is trying to tell me something:

“We’re purposely sending bad vibes (read: VIRUSES) to your Curve, because we know you want a Storm, and by making your Curve act weird, we know you’ll take it as a sign you need to pony up for the Storm, even though you don’t believe in signs, or the ability of non-sentient corporations to mess with your phone.”

The point is, even if they’re really doing that, it’s only because they know I’ll be happier with the Storm.

It’s like when those two guys in the Ford dealership truck rammed headfirst into me at 90mph. They picked me up, brushed me off, and said, “Hey, what’re you walking for? Wouldn’t you be happier in a new Mustang? VROOM! VROOM!”

Aw, Stang!

Hey, Deer!