so...

i once again apologize for the tardiness of my blogging. i've had a lot on my plate lately. not much time for you.

i've been watching my mavericks pull off one of the most improbable comebacks in nba history and witnessing the crybabies from houston bitch and whine at every single turn. waaaaa waaaaa waaaa. fucking crybabies. when we win saturday night, and we will win saturday night, i will be the happiest man in houston town. i'm very excited about getting to watch the game in a room full of houston whiners. i'm going to be sporting my dirk jersey and trying my damnest to start a riot.

for those of you in houston who are considering venturing out to the gig at the west alabama icehouse, it starts at 3:00 in the afternoon. i'm anxious to meet some of you. don't be late.

in closing,

i was watching a rerun of "happy days" today and it was one where joanie and chachi were going to be on a music television show called, "hootenany". they auditioned and played a rock and roll song and were told that this is a folk music program and that rock music wasn't allowed. the fonz was very depressed about the evolution of rock and that folk music was taking over. he shared his feelings with mr. c, who in turn told him about how he felt when the big band era came to an end. it was touching. anyway, upon hearing that his own flesh and blood had sold out and was going to perform folk music, the fonz was utterly disgusted. in the end, joanie and chachi performed the rock and roll song they were going to play in the first place, but instead played acoustic guitars and did a folk version of the song. the fonz was happy as was everyone else.

it all just goes to show you.......

the houston rockets are crybaby motherfuckers....

suck it,

scott