Sickmas

Once again my wonderful and lengthy Christams break has been poisoned by the flu bug. Over the past two weeks, I've watch countless movies and tons of World Series of Poker reruns. Even my Christams beard has only been visable to those who have braved to enter Apt. 189.

I'm going to nap.

My train ride

I flew up to Seattle a couple months ago to ride this steam train charity special. It was an amzing time. It was also the same weekend as the Seattle Cheese Festival. I discovered cheese butter. Not sure for my better or worse in the long run. It was great seeing Ed too.

This is a picture some guy took of our train as it steamed along the Puget Sound. If you look close enough, you can see my head out of the window.

This is where I live.

These signs popped up in my hood lately. Makes you wonder why I chose to live here, but I love it. I guess that's just life, right? Sometimes you have to live in a tsunami zone if you really want to live. Or maybe it's a reminder not to take things for granted. Beats me, but I keep my records in water proof tubs any way.

I'm the Phil Jackson of Fantasy Basketball

Despite a season where the scoring was totally screwed up in one league and I lost many of my draft picks to injury, I still went off the hook like Latrell Sprewell.

Despite many accusations over the years of “You win cause you’re the commish.” This year I refused to create and commish any leagues. I told all you fools, to set it up and I’ll dominate. They did their job and I did mine.

I might be as ugly as Anthony Mason, but I won son.

I think I’ll take next season off. Get a good draft pick in ’08.

SXSW Day 4 - WTF?

Sometimes I can't explain it, I can only report it.

This plus a stirring discussion with Chuck D of Public Enemy (EXCLUSIVE!) and The Walkmen, once I find my M.I.A. Firewire video cable and get some rest. Stay Tuned.