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So, after living for a year in my house, I’m tired of my bare, white walls and am ready to get some great local artwork. Does anyone have any recommendations? Feel free to post pictures of what some local artists do or send links/information so I can go check out their stuff myself and can complete the feng shui…
Keeping to the Olympics, I just finished watching what I consider a total waste of time: speed walking. Speed walking is easily the most useless sport I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d much rather see any other sport – handball, badminton, or water polo. It is terrible and by far the most boring.
For the betterment of the Olympic Games, we should have replaced that with either dodge ball or Olympic horseshoes or maybe even a game of Olympic tag with teams of 5 people.
What I’m asking the beautiful people of Portland and around the country, if you could add five more events - doesn’t have to be sports - to the Olympics what would they be?
One of my friends suggested drinking games to see which country can out-drink the others. I don’t recommend this for kids, but for people over 21, I think it’d be very interesting.
So, here are answers to some of the things people have asked about on my blog:
Who should be Obama’s running mate? This one has been decided, but in a joking manner, I was gonna say it should be someone that NOBODY wants in office so no one will even think about taking him out - LOL. What do vice presidents do anyway?
About the Cubs: I think they’re going to finish behind the Diamondbacks cuz we’re going all the way. Go Dbacks. But to the Cubs’ defense, you do have the best stadium in the world. Wrigley was by far the best baseball experience I’ve had in my life. If you want the true essence of baseball you have to see a game there (when they’re winning).
Who made the first 3-pointer? Whoever made it doesn’t matter because it wasn’t that important and nobody remembers. The fact that you want to know that means you should be on Stump the Schwab.
About my teammates:
Funniest? I don’t know. Everyone is really funny – they all have their little quirks and sayings, but to me… I don’t know.
Musician? Martell. He makes his own beats and he knows all that technical stuff.
Cook? I have no idea. I wouldn’t eat anything any of them made.
Worst Driver? Sergio or Travis Outlaw by far. They think everything is a Nascar game.
Have I seen osprey or eagles? Sometimes, but I can see mostly their nests.
The sparklers on 4th of July? Yes, that was my party.
Other blogs? I don’t really read anyone else’s blog besides Diggles, but you can let me know if you think something is worth it.
For my hair? Barber. What is a stylist?
The opening ceremonies. Why were they so long? If it really cost $300M, spending that much money on an open was crazy, but it was tight.
I’ve been watching just about everything. Hopefully everyone’s like me and figuring out what sports they like and what they don’t. My girl and I don’t always agree. I like fencing. She doesn’t. But the men’s beach volleyball is very interesting. Dalhausser was jumping so high. He definitely has hops and I wish USA the best.
Also, I don’t know what you think, but Michael Phelps is the Tiger Woods of swimming because of what he’s done for the sport. You know we’re all going to see a lot more of swimming whenever he’s doing it.
It’s also exciting to see the Olympic basketball team play, especially because of Rudy against the rest of the world.
Tell me what you’ve been watching and what you think.
Thanks to Sean Meagher, the associate producer for OregonLive.com, for this one.
| Channing Frye’s (not so) secret new weapon |
With all the lovely things about Portland that I go on about all the time, there is one little thing that has been nipping at my heels like your neighbors’ overly aggressive little dogs. And it’s kind of a catch 22: with the great weather during the summer, great roads, and how convenient everything is, there are SOME bicycle riders that think they run the road. I’m getting a little tired of the rude cyclists, especially in the downtown area.
Some mornings I’ll take my girl to work and I have ruuuuuuude experiences with bikers. Now, I know I’m driving a car, which is not exactly earth-friendly, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not also trying to enjoy Portland’s beautiful weather.
Some people on bikes think the roads are theirs and that they should be directing traffic rather than adhering to the laws of the American road system. In the next few years, I think there are going to be even more cyclists than cars on the roads so this should get worked out.
Basically, I just wanted to get this off my chest. I’m not trying to hit you. But you still have to stop at the stop signs. I just want you to use your little hand signals so I know where you’re going. If not, I’m going to be forced to use harsh language like “shoot” and “frick.”
So, if you see me driving around in my car, just be nice to me.
Stepbrothers
This tantalizing jewel of comedians kept me on my feet laughing. Every scene is classic. I didn’t have enough ears to catch every funny line. Will Farrel really redeems himself and is the man of the summer as far as comedians go.
This one gets 4-1/2 fryes with extra frye sauce.
PLUS 
Pineapple Express
Also a classic. I was shocked. I thought it would just be another stoner movie, but it was hilarious. With James Franco, I couldn’t stop thinking of the goblin. But he shocked me and was overall funny. You gotta see it.
Summer brings out a whole new slew of characters in Portland, which furthermore makes you appreciate the full force of summertime KPW.
I have a bunch of mental pictures of unique characters. Please post your photos because I’m really excited and feel the whole world needs to see the people that KPW.
After watching batman, I’ve come up with my top 5 most ruthless bad guys ever:
1. Mr. Shagur from No Country for Old Men
2. Hannibal Lecter
3. The Joker
4. Darth Vader
5. Bill from Kill Bill 1 & 2
These people are ruthless, out-of-their-mind crazy like a lot of villains, but they’re not random. They’re so meticulously detailed in their antics and that’s what makes them so ultra bad.
What is your top 5 list of super villains?
Well, it’s good that I’ve had a chance to get back on a plane. I took almost a month off from flying and traveling to really get my body right for the upcoming season in the Portland area and I enjoyed every minute.
This was a special occasion: my best friend ex-teammate Andre Iguodala’s celebrity weekend in SPRINGFIELD, Illinois. Yes, Springfield. I knew that it was going to be a rough trip but I kept telling myself that it’s for a great cause and it’s your boy and he’d do it for you, which he did coming to my golf tourney in AZ.
So, my flight was to take off at 5:10 in the morning. Yes 5:10 am. I woke up at 4:20. Luckily, I planned ahead. Not having too much to pack, I started off on my voyage. When I got Lasik surgery I noticed that in the mornings after waking up my eyes are dry and I would have sun spots. It also occurs when you’re dehydrated, which I was because of all the working out that I’ve been doing these past few weeks.
So, me sitting at the airport at 4:35 am, I can barely see, almost frantically trying to find some water to drink to hydrate not only my aching muscles, but my eyeballs. After about ten minutes I was good to go, back to 20/10. I rubbed my eyes looking at the board to tell me that we should be on time, and the worst thing that you can see is DELAYED, which my flight was. It wasn’t gonna take off until 6:45 so I sat there.
I prayed to God for a miracle and what happened? Free internet in the PDX airport. The time blew by. I looked at all the funny videos from the letter-opening bunny to the daily condensed soup, which I recommend for everyone to watch — it’s hilarious.
I get on the plane sit in my nice comfortable 1st class seat and to my dismay the “bubble gut monster” arose his bubbly badness inside my stomach. What I mean is that I had to lay down a huge fart. If we were outside in the woods or maybe at an all-guys party I would have tore a hole in the universe but I had to hold it. Too many people too soon and I knew it was gonna smell.
As we all do, you just squeeze and hlde it except the flight is 3:30 hrs long. I was in for it. I tried drinking more water. At the exact moment I felt my stomach really start to hurt and from me holding it too long, also giving me a headache, it was the last straw. There was no one in the seat next to me so I was gonna let it ride. I asked the stewardess for two blankets to tame the stinky beast that was about to be let loose on the world. I acted like I was falling asleep, positioning, and…as if God had the best sense of humor ever, a man sits down looking at me straight in my eyes. I have to abort mission. Alpha bravo team cancel that operation.
I knew he knew I was a basketball player just looking at me smiling wanted to talk about something so bad I could see his body language look for any opening. I wouldn’t give him any. I put the two blankets over my head and fell asleep hard waking up to move around, adjusting my poor intestine, holding all that stinky air. I was mad. Compound that with exhausted from being up so early and you have a grouchy 7-fter.
When I woke up he looked at me almost like he had been staring at me the whole 2:30 I had slept. I was sorta creeped out, but took no mind to it. I grabbed a piece of gum. I knew my breath was gonna be minty fresh. I offered him some, being polite, not knowing I was gonna release the bubonic plague upon my nostrils.
The only thing I can think of that would compare to the stir fry of terribleness that was his breath, would be when you leave old broccoli and lettuce in the fridge for a couple months, if you can imagine that. I was shocked, gagging for any type of untainted air. I offered again like “are you sure, I have plenty.” He was sure. Maybe next time I need to have a slew of flavors for him.
I knew I was in for trouble when he started asking me questions about basketball. It’s a funny situation when people try and talk to you about basketball but they don’t know any of the terminology. I don’t mind usually, but today he was just off. His questions went something like this, “so … you guys have a lot of human acquisitions this year?” I’m thinking to myself, what does that mean, “oh, the draft, yeah, we drafted a couple good guys this year.”
He asked me: how many years you been playing? I responded two in NYC and this is gonna be my 2nd year in Portland. To my amazement I have never had anyone ask me this he said “how many years you have left, 2 or 3?” I was taken aback by that one so I gave him a smart-ass answer. I said, naw, 12-13 yrs probably.” He didn’t know what to say and thank goodness it gave me a chance to turn the little fans on above me to full blast. This pattern continued for another 10 minutes until the plane was about to land.
After getting off the plane, I ever-so-cool strolled around until I finally reached my next plane which was a little dinky one. The flight to Springfield is only 27 mins. The greatest things about that situation is that I got a chance to walk outside, where if not for the loud airplane engine’s roaring blowing wind everywhere, my fart would have really left a bad taste in peoples mouths (LITERALLY). I felt better though. My head started not to hurt.
So I get on this plane that must’ve been made for small people because I had to bend all the way over even to get in. While I was inside I felt like I was inside a kiddie tunnel chasing some kids around. When I sat down I was praying hard that I didn’t have to sit next to anyone because even though I was in the bulkhead seat it wasn’t doing me any good. I could catch a hard case of tendinitis sitting in that crunchy seat with another human being. Luckily I do Pilates and I’m somewhat limber.
To my horror the other biggest human being had my other seat (he was 6’2″, stocky, 195) so we gave each other the death stare because we were both thinking the same thing. After five minutes of us both moving our legs around like members of Cirque du Soleil, the lovely stewardess had even more lovely news for us. “Excuse me, sir,” (she was speaking to the three biggest guys who happen to be sitting in the three best seats), “we’re going to have to ask you guys to move to the back because of the weight distribution.”
So looking back to the little dinky plane, I said, hey, at least I can get my own row (which in retrospect is one normal seat). Once we got back there, no lie, it was a smell not as bad as dragon breath from the other flight but almost as bad as making a cologne from an old porta potty. I looked around in dismay as all my senses started to shut down due to the shock of the wee wee smell. The other guys around me already had shirts over there noses.
I thought that we were getting attacked by someone using biological weapons. A porta-potty bomb was dropped on the back of this plane going to Springfield. I was like, if Andre wasn’t my best friend man, I would have walked off that plane and went back home. LOL. When the stewardess came she came about three rows before me, that’s six rows before the bathroom and she was like “woah, that smells” and I said yeah, like hot horse piss, lol, the fellow outcast. I definitely got a laugh from that.
She locked the door almost like there was some type of monster inside. She put locks on the door that I’ve never seen on a plane and sprayed air freshener. I’m surprised she didn’t light a match, lol. Well, I figured let me try and catch up on some sleep before I have to go play in this game, me not knowing how I was going to play. Big guys usually aren’t the most exciting guys in the world to have at celebrity games. We land like a metal albatross. If you don’t know how they land, look it up on You Tube, lol.
I emerge from the airplane with one thing in mind, to enjoy my time in Springfield, which I definitely did. Our team won. I got MVP. I had 4 pts at half, then ended up with 33. I decided to try out my new toys and that’s the 3-point bombs, which I was droppin’ like they were tic-tacs in the magma-mouthed dude on the 1st plane.
I really had a good time. There were a lot of great people who came out to support him and hopefully he can do some really good things for his community. I know he will.
So, thanks to Andre for having me and Ill try and keep my reign of MVP next year.