I downloaded a few new games onto my Apple Macbook.  I have not tried any of them, and there is a pretty good chance I won’t ever play half the games I got, but better safe than sorry.  You never know when you’re going to be stuck at an airport, having nothing to read but Colonix reviews.  At least this way, I’ll always have games to fall back on.

You’ve seriously got to love Apple.  I download games from Apple.com without a care in the world, because I know I’m not going to be infected by some random virus that will crash my Macbook.  Can Windows users say that?  I don’t even need anti-virus!

Of course, the day will come when Apple will be popular enough to attract malicious programmers, but when that day comes, I will jump ship and put my faith into the next new thing.  Gotta love progress.

So the Dallas Mavericks lost to the Denver Nuggets very recently, but the Phoenix Suns have dropped two straight games; one against the Portland Trailblazers, and another to the Utah Jazz.  It looks like I’m finally getting my long awaited vengeance on Steve Nash for leaving my beloved Mavericks team.  Not only are his Suns NOT going to make it the NBA Playoffs, they’re going to be kept out by the Dallas Mavericks.  You know what they say.  Revenge is a dish best served cold.  Eat THAT, Steve.

I wonder how Dirk Nowitzki feels about all this, though.  After all, Dirk and Steve ARE best friends.  Bah, don’t worry about it, Dirk.  Real friends don’t leave each other and join rival teams because of the money.  So that’s one rat down.  Two left.  Dwayne Wade and Don Delson.  You’re going to get yours.  I should write a guide on how to get rid of blackheads.  Oh, I’m sorry.  Blockheads.  Either way, you come out feeling clean and refreshed and oh so wonderful.

Because I have been gaining a lot of unwanted weight lately due to stress and work and lack of any sort or form of physical activity (Did any of you notice how much of a run-on sentence this is?  And I’m not even done yet!), I’m forsaking the fridge, cold-shouldering the cold cuts, villain-izing the vexatious victuals of venison, beef, and pork.  Basically, I’m going on diet.

Yep, all you will see in my pantry from now on are pantry moth traps.  All you will see in my cooler is ice.  You get the idea.  I’m going to lose my spare tire, and I’m giving myself three weeks to do it.  Wish me luck.  Or don’t.  I make my own luck.

Also, I’m playing this really cool RPG, Star Ocean, on PSP.  I know it’s old, but still.  It’s fun, and any distraction is welcome.

OK, I’d never side with Shaq over Lebron, but this time, he got it right.  Lebron’s pre-game introduction, where he “takes photos” of his teammates with imaginary digital cameras IS pretty lame.  But I mean, if you play like Lebron, you can pretty much do whatever the hell it is you want to do before games.  I don’t think anybody’s going to complain.

Besides, it isn’t as if Shaq’s pre-game bowling introduction is any better!  The only difference here is Lebron will pretty much have his way with you on the court and Shaq’s just a washed-up old man who’s got no game left.  Don’t worry about it, Lebron.  Shaq’s got nothing on you.

Yes, this post is biased.  Never liked Shaq, always been amazed with Lebron.  So sue me.

Even though it’s summer.  I’m going to fix my closet and my room.  I’ll throw out some things, things I should have thrown out a long long time ago, but was too lazy to.  Over this week, I’ll do it.  If I can remove a boxful of junk, that’s a still a boxful of space more that I’ll have.  I hate having to deal with all this clutter and mess.

Also, I’m going to have the lights in the house changed.  Man, new lights don’t cost that much, and new ones will be much more cost-effective in the long run.  So there.  Throw out junk, replace the lights.

Also, the office needs pencils, pens, and an organizer to hold everything in.  Maybe I’ll even get a custom rubber stamp while I’m raiding the office supply stores.  The amount of stuff I will be throwing out will be epic.  Minstrels will write cantatas about me.  Check it.

Well, not really.  I’m doing OK diet-wise and exercise-wise.  At least in the weight-room.  I haven’t really done any cardiovascular activity in a long time.  Got to play basketball last night, though.  I lost some, won some, but it sure beats running on a treadmill.  I’ve said it before, I will say it again.  If you want to lose weight, lift SOME WEIGHTS.  It’s as simple as that.

Oh, and it would probably help if you dropped that diet coke and did a few pushups.

Anyway, I’m paying for last night’s awesomeness with sore legs and sore abs.  It isn’t so bad, though.  It’s a small price to pay for being awesome.  And yes, I kicked serious ass.

I hope the Los Angeles Lakers had some disposable diapers on hand, because they really did have an accident in their pants.  They’re the most talented team in the league today, with an almost completely healthy roster.  How do you lose to a Portland Blazers team that has no Greg Oden, and with Rudy Fernandez injured?  Seriously, tell me how.  They didn’t just lose.  That was a rout right there!

Anyway, I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore.  The Lakers plowed through the competition until the NBA Finals last season, before they got their butts handed to them by the Boston Celtics.  Maybe if they lose a couple of games during the regular season and during their playoff run, it’ll toughen them up some.  Lord knows they could have used some toughness against the Celtics.

Things had better be different this year.  Partly because I hate KG.  Partly because Kobe is the best player in the league.  Partly because I swear I will freak if Starbury wins a championship.

Man, that’s sad.  Francis Magalona, better known as Francis M, if you don’t know by now, is the father of Filipino Rap.  I don’t know many of his songs, but I remember memorizing the lines to his hit song “Mga Kababayan Ko” when I was really young.  I didn’t appreciate rap music then, but it was one of the few rap songs I liked.

I don’t know much else about Francis Magalano and his battle for cancer.  I do know that he was very loved by the people close to him, both at home and at work.  When he died Friday, Vic Sotto, Joey Marquez, Pia Guano, and the rest of the Eat Bulaga crew were in tears.  Michael V and Ogie Alcasid couldn’t contain their emotions either.  You really find out what a person is like by the reactions at their funeral.

I don’t really know what to feel, since I didn’t really know the guy.  But I AM glad that he doesn’t have to suffer anymore.  Rest in peace, Kiko.

I wonder what things would be like if I’d learned to play the piano instead of the guitar.  I’d be singing Elton John songs instead of John Mayer ones.  I’d be Billy Joel instead of The Boss, Bruce Springsteen.  I’d also have a place to put my beer on top of (the piano mantle).  That would have been cool.

Then again, I wouldn’t be able to play music at retreats, camping trips, and the beach.  So that’s a bummer.  And everybody knows the frontman is always the guy playing guitar.  Nobody ever roots for the piano player.  But whatever.  I think knowing what I know now, I would’ve chosen to play the piano instead of the guitar.  It just so happened that my dad has a lot of guitars here at home and it didn’t make sense to go out and buy a piano.  Just thinking out loud.  By the way, Elton John rules, gay or not.  Oh, and has anyone ever wondered if Stevie Wonder, that blind soldier of soul, has disability insurance?  Or is he too rich for that stuff?

I am very very very tired.  In all aspects, and in all senses of the word.  It shows, too.  I don’t need to be handing out promotional products for people to see just how exhausted, drained, spent, and over-exerted I am.  Did I mention I’m tired as well?

Ah well.  A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do.  Put in the work, pull out the dough.  Haven’t had time to work out lately, or to play basketball.  Just got to keep plugging at it, though.  Of course, I’ve got to get my groove back.  The first order of business is to get some more sleep.  5 hours total for the past two days just isn’t going to cut it.  Growing boy needs his sleep.  Eating healthier would really help, too.

That’s it for now.  Peace.