Burgundy LaRue

Yeah, the Bills are going to come out swinging this season!

What gets me is that of the three, Metta is probably the sanest. Think about that.

Life is the ultimate game of pretend. Give in to the chaos and play by your own rules. Worked for the Joker.

I haven't heard THESE NUTS being used in ages. (draw your own conclusions about what that means) Now I'm laughing too hard at work.

Time to start plowing through for some CCM possibilities!

SHOULD PLAY? Jae, consider aligning yourself with another star. You're too good for this. Rose may be the player you need, but not the one you deserve.

Lest some of you try to come for his crown and use it in your signature, kindly f*ck off. Dolfan is still the TWO TIME, TWO TIME DVDVR CUDDLIEST MEMBER CHAMPION, as deemed by yours truly, who has the one and only vote. Dolfan, please accept your title and continue your reign with pride.

DustBlue. Home Jersey. Black Board Ringer. I feel like I'm having a certain something with these skins. *so dirty*

It probably has more to do with the whole parents murdered in front of him as a child aspect of the story. Not sure how that automatically makes for IM being better, though.

DOUBLE THE BAKER, HOLD THE PLOT MOVIE: Speedtrap YEAR: 1977 DIRECTOR: Earl Bellamy Part 2 of my Joe Don Baker double feature. Thankfully, I fared better with this pick. After a string of high-end cars are stolen with no clues, police and insurance company alike have no choice but to bring in private investigator Pete Novick (Baker, looking like a hound dog crossed with a frog). The police chief doesn't like Novick and rather not deal with him, but needs to do so as to get everyone off his back. We soon learn that one of the cops, Nifty Nolan (Tyne Daly at her perkiest), is an ex-girlfriend of Novick's and is willing to help him with the case as the slick thief, only known as the Roadrunner, has eluded everyone with tricks and highly skilled driving. The Arizona streets get even hotter as a Rolls Royce with $1 million of heroin in its trunk is stolen from the drugpin Spillano (Robert Loggia, who must have been strapped for cash). With his Hawaiian shirt wearing heavy Loomis in tow, it's a multi-car Wile E. Coyote gunning for the Roadrunner. Even a psychic (Lana Wood, Natalie's sister) is brought in to help, to no avail. This movie is like Cover Girl cosmetics: easy and breezy. Deep characterization and intricate plots are nowhere to be found, but things move along at a decent clip, as we see the Roadrunner use a device that blocks and scrambles police radar. Novick soon joins the chase in his hot red and white Charger. I actually like this Charger better than Starsky and Hutch's ride. The chase scenes are pretty good, as are the crashes. Some of the wrecks come courtesy of a bubble-headed student driver (B-movie regular Roberta Collins). She goes over cars like a monster truck, taking out anything in her path. Over a dozen police cruisers bite the dust while the Roadrunner continues to get away. The soundtrack helps to keep the action zipping along. Things go into the absurd as the Roadrunner, in an attempt to shake the police, drives onto a dirt race track while pushing a swank Mercedes. Novick is in pursuit in a Corvette as the race announcer begins calling the cat-and-mouse chase like it's the Daytona 500. Eventually, we get to the inevitable capture of the Roadrunner, which won't be a surprise in the least. While nothing great, Speedtrap has just enough going for it to be OK. The chase scenes are good with some nifty camera work to show off the cars. The acting is inoffensive and the music is solid. You've got drug dealers, crooked cops, and kids jumping off levees to avoid getting run over by car thieves. Baker isn't totally phoning it in on this one. All in all, this wouldn't too bad to have in the background during a lazy Saturday afternoon. In several parts on Youtube, should you be interested.

Sweet honey mustard, I forgot about Tyrone Hill!

It almost sounds like Gay is saying he was set up. Problem is, if that's true, he couldn't be set up if he hadn't went looking for an artificial edge.

Yeah, I can't think of a single female athlete that deserves to be on an ugly list. Even the most plain janes among them have most of the guys beat.

Most of the people on that list are normal looking. And going with Sam Cassell as #1 lacks imagination.

He had been battling drug problems for years, just got out of rehab in April. Sad. Stories like this makes me appreciate Robert Downey Jr even more, that he was able to come out on the other side.

If anything, this case just goes to show how little we as a society value each other's lives. Zimmerman thought so little of Trayvon that he pumped a bullet in the guy's chest. The media used Trayvon as a rallying point/martyr/damning proof of once again how the 'thug life' claims 'those kids.' We don't stop to think of the other kids who get killed on filmsy pretense. And we'll move on from this in a few days. Bottom line, folks--we have no fucks to give beyond ourselves and those close to us. And if anyone is surprised by that, then you haven't been paying attention to the world around you. I'm not saying that humanity is hopeless and doomed. I don't think that. I see plenty of good things to suggest otherwise. But we need to recognize the monster that lives in each of us and try to kill the rank bastards.

Simmons' article was hilarity personified, but 100% accurate. Just sell Kobe on the idea of breaking Kareem's all-time scoring record and the Lakers may pull off their RIGGIN' FOR WIGGINS scenario. Of course, the ultimate joker in the deck is Jimmy Buss. If it were Jeannie running things, I could see this happening. But who knows with Jimmy.

I think the feelings being expressed have been reasonable. I'll be honest, I'm dissappointed in my "I knew this would happen" response. It doesn't feel good to be like this, but it what it is. Others are sad, angry, confused--all fair ways to feel. I don't think any of us have it in us to fight amongst ourselves over it. We're just processing things as best as we can.

And how would you have us respond? Inquiring minds want to know.

The people who are incurring my wrath right now are the supposedly sympathic idiots who are all "Sorry for the Martin family, but this is the right verdict, I hope they can move on with their lives." Look, if you think the prosecution goofed or you're crazy enough to think George Zimmerman is some sort of hero, whatever. But what gives you the fucking right to tell someone WHO LOST THEIR SON TO GUN VIOLENCE to move on? Fuck that mentality. Bet they wouldn't say that if it was their child.

Now it's my turn to be scared, because I agree with a lot with what you just said. Our society is a microwave on PEDs right now. In theory, Twitter should work for our milisecond attention spans. Thing is, though, is that we have so much thrown at us from every direction. And everyond is so damn loud about it. Our wells of information are 1000 miles wide and one inch deep. We know a lot, but not much about anything. It's all talking points, the broadest outline possible. It's sad yet fascinating at the same time.

Black Board Ringer really does have a . . . physical quality to it.

Sadly, I think you're right.

Folks want to be part of the process, not realizing that what they're doing is nothing with their social media power.

The line of thinking about income may have more to do with the gun happy crowd who are looking to crown Zimmerman as their new poster boy. Donations from that crowd wouldn't be hard to detect. Not to mention they may need his personal information for that--something a reasonably computer savvy person can intercept and use to track him down and murk him.