Feb 23
It is upon us. My old buddy Dr. Nads is engaged to be married.
It’s true. Congrats and all to Nads, but… wow.
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Earlier this week I lost some money to my roommate Bill on a bet. I claimed that Chauncey Billups would beat Ray Allen in the 3-point contest. After two racks Bill was sweating, but after five racks money had changed hands. What a joke. At any rate, I rest comfortably knowing that I am about to win it all back. Before tonight’s episode of American Idol I made a Last Longer bet between each of our favorite dudes. N00bsauce Bill has a mancrush… well, boycrush… on 8-year-old Kevin Covais. Since his first audition I have been a relentless herald for the supercool Taylor Hicks. I don’t think this one will even be close. I’m not sure if Kevin will even be around next week, I think he has soccer practice. Taylor will take it to the final four. After that it will be a tough battle between Taylor, Ace, Chris, and Lisa. Honorable mention to Paris for a strong fifth place finish.
It’s a little hard not to go with Chris here. He’s Bo Bice, but without the hair.
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I started playing Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater today. I played for around a half hour, then watched – seriously, I’m not joking – an hour long cutscene. Half-way into the cutscene I paused my tivo at the beginning of The World Poker Tour, but by the time the game’s control was handed back and I was allowed to save, my tivo buffer had overrun and I was forced to begin the show 30 minutes late. Not to say that the game isn’t awesome, but at some point someone at Konami should have tapped Hideo Kojima on the shoulder and said, “No seriously… this is insane.” The jokes about MGS2 were always along the lines that it made for a pretty good game, but a really great movie. I never played that game much, it’s collecting dust on my shelf, so I never really paid much attention. If MGS3 is the improvement on MGS2 that people seem to claim, I am almost terrified to give The Sons of Liberty a try ever again. I don’t have that kind of time.
Who am I kidding? Of course I do.