February 8, 2003

I have been watching a lot of basketball this weekend. It is the NBA All-Star Weekend. I just watched Stojakovic win the three point shoot out after they blew a horn during his final round and he got to do a do over. He beat former Cav Wesley Person who I was routing for due to the fact that he is a close personal friend of mine. We met at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and then I ran into him at Sears at Great Northern Mall. I wonder if he remembers me. I wonder if he thinks about the moments that we shared. I wonder if he wishes that he was still in Cleveland so he could call me up and we could go out for chicken wings. I am not buying, Wes, you are in the NBA. You have a million dollars. Not me. The chicken wings are on you.

The NBA has problems. The game is getting lame. Nobody can shoot. It is not physical enough. Besides the boring play, the NBA is having terrible marketing problems. Most of the young players are rap guys or want to be rap guys and they broadcast NBA games with a hybrid realty show/hip hop spin on the games. That is fine. Whatever. I don’t mind Sir Charles and his big mouth but that is not putting people in the seats. Attendance is down all over the league. You can now walk up to Madison Square Garden and buy Knicks tickets on the day of the game. That is unheard of. And the New Jersey Nets, Eastern Conference Champs, regularly play in front of half a house. And let's not talk about the tens of people that go to Cavs games. What is the problem? I know that it is considered sports entertainment now. I can live with that. But the NBA needs to sell a unified package. You can’t have Allen Iverson as one of your biggest stars and put Meatloaf, the B52’s and Gloria Gaynor on stage during All Star Weekend. I bet they thought they were being edgy by having Mariah Carey perform during half time tomorrow.

I love basketball but the NBA is doing it wrong.

posted by Thea at 10:12 PM

February 6, 2003

I am sitting in my office at work listening to the remaster of “Fire and Water” by Free. Do you know what the great thing about the remaster is compared to the original? Four versions of “All Right Now” instead one.

My former mentor called me today. He offered a chance to seek an employment opportunity with his office. They never just come out and offer you a job. He also said that he had a dream about our former boss. He said that he and The Big Man got busted drinking beer in the back of a van with a bunch of other dudes. They were getting wasted before a Bob Seger concert in the park. A ton of cops swarmed the van and they all got busted. He said that they might have been underage but he can’t remember. He also apologized for dreaming of our former boss. This is why this man was the greatest mentor of all time.

Invitation to seek an employment opportunity. I love office talk.

posted by Thea at 4:43 PM

February 5, 2002

It hit me while I was riding the bus this morning. I have not clicked with any identifiable group of people since I high school. Nor did I want to. I hated school, church, family, work et al. I had my little click of geek rockers and that was it. What made me think that I was going to groove with white middle class America? Did I think that if I bought a grill I would all the sudden be content at the thought that one day I might own a house in the suburbs and a mini van? That is what I spent my formative years trying to get away from and I just wasted the last three years fighting to get back in. What the hell is the matter with me? What was I thinking?

I did not listen to any portion of the Cavs radio broadcast for the first time this season yesterday. Please forgive me, Joe Tait.

I am about to head to the big musical instrument shop by the mall for the first time in several years. I deeper pit of hell I do not know. Joe Tait, pray for me.

posted by Thea at 7:49 PM

February 4, 2003

It was a long miserable day. I am starting to think that Tuesdays are going to take the weekly crown of my least favorite day of the week. It used to be Saturday. I was up at five this morning because I cannot sleep while I am angry. Quick Assholier than Thou question: What keeps me up at night more often, anger or anxiety? You make the call. I went to work early and worked pretty much most of the day without any real type of break. I was so wound up when I came home from work that I nearly broke all of my drums while smoking through the first New Salem Witch Hunters record. It was the first time that I was not ready to kill for no reason all day. Now, I am going to go out for a power walk to see if I can let the rest of the anger that I am carrying around loose on Lake Avenue. Second Assholier that Thou question: Is what I ate for dinner (tuna, garbanzo beans and salsa) the ringer? I don’t want to be accused of doing it wrong.


posted by Thea at 8:20 PM

February 2, 2003

I was looking for these Small Faces’ lyrics on the internet yesterday. I thought you were supposed to be able to find everything on the internet. Well, not this. And I was shocked to see how few Small Faces’ songs actually had lyrics that could be found on e-mail computer. I decided, instead of saying that sucks, bro, and moving on with my life, to translate this song and add it to the body of worthless information that is on the world wide web. Also, keeping consistent with the quality of data that you can find for free on the e-mail computer, these may be wrong. At least this is what they sounded like. Any corrections are appreciated and will be noted on this website.

E to D (Marriott/Lane)

Sometimes I feel like a frustrated child
I got everything that I want
And there’s nothing that I need
I can’t stop my brain from running wild

Sometimes I look inside me
And I don’t like what I see
Seems like my soul is made of heaven
So I took a look outside myself
Tried to get myself together

Things have changed
Now I find
I have just been messing up my mind

So now my troubles are all over
And I’m pleased to find
That I was right and they were wrong
I have messed up my mind

You see those colors
You hear those voices
Inside this building
What’s those voices


posted by Thea at 9:18 PM