So hey yeah I was invited to Timberwolves Media Day as a social media correspondent (DATELINE: MINNEAPOLIS!) for the second year in a row! I overestimated the strength of my Flip camera rechargeable battery last year so my video ended up all cattywampus, so THIS year, I made damn sure I brought like a zillion AAs with me and BAM, it all worked out great and stuff.
Among other questions, I made sure to ask all available gentlemen to describe their notoriously enigmatic Coach Rick Adelman in one word, and this is the result. I had never used iMovie before or uploaded anything to YouTube ever, so this was a big old labor of love and I had so much fun putting it together.
For the record, if anyone asked me that question my response would be “dreamy,” duh.
BONUS! Below is the original version I made utilizing a sizzling hot Can jam which unfortunately alerted their piracybots that I was using third-party audio and it ended up with these restrictions and dumb ads and blah blah whatnot. I couldn’t bear to take it down because that jam is just too hot. FEEL IT
Would you believe I made and attempted to publish another version in between these that got a warning? I was like hmm, third-party audio is a problem, then I should rummage through my terrifying stash of sweet production music and dig up some PHAT LICKS and then fweeee it’ll go through no problem. And I AGONIZED until I located some nasty KPM tracks and recut everything so it all synced up just so, la la la, and then it got flagged anyway. WHAT. KPM, you’re simply too fancy I guess. I finally grabbed the deWolfe Heavy Truckin’ LP and was like OK FINE, JEEZ. The end.
Just remember I love all of you and I look forward to being a lot more active at this here address. BYE FOR NOW
In case you’re wondering, it’s been a combination of illness, new job, new job not working out, new version of the no-longer-new job, new version of the no-longer-new job not working out so well either, wondering if I should get a new-new job, wondering if I should go on disability, my doctors telling me I should go on disability, wondering how to afford the waiting period before disability kicks in, going broke, more illness, death(s) in the family, illness, medication changes, more illness, going even more broke, bankruptcy #2, litigation, illness, etc. So that’s how it’s been over here.
Now then. You rang?!
I have all the respect in the world for Ms. Jennifer Lopez and little to no interest or patience in 183-year-old brokedown Muppet Steven Tyler, so between those two I’m torn about the upcoming Idol season. This could be the end of it all and all that but gosh, I just don’t know. Truth is Ms. Jennifer Lopez is too damn good for these clowns and my viewership would be secured if Simon were still around.
I mean, let’s think about the good old days. Remember the good old days?
Who knew we had it so good then?! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret for a second skipping out on last season. Oh God. Every time a commercial would show up on TV I would say THANK HEAVENS! I am not watching this show. So’s I got to thinking, what would it take to convince me to tune in each week with breathless anticipation of the wonder and the magic and the unpredictable je né sais quoi I so cherished in the Idol of so many seasons ago?
Oh hell YES that would. And don’t even dare to convince me that you would do anything less than PAY to watch that setup. I know I would install a coin slot and dollar changer in my TV and say TAKE EVERYTHING I HAVE, FOR YOU HAVE MADE SOMETHING OF EVERLASTING BEAUTY. Amen.
Dismal though the Bulls are tending to look as of late, there’s great joy to be had in seeing Brad shave his head again. That is all.
Can you guess who this mystery doucheball is?
YES! It’s Dead Wife Man™ live and in person in the Best Buy® Rotunda at the Mall of America® on March 5th. And I was there!
I had no plans to go to MOA that day and had no idea that any (accent on) special […]