Random Neuron Firings

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1. And you thought actors could be snarky and mean. Check out some rock stars hurling the insults at one another. Axl Rose is the first one listed. If I’ze pulled that tight and Botoxed that heavy, I’d be crabby, too.

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2. Speaking of crabby: this would make it all go away. My own shoe-shaped bath, constructed of mosaic glass. There’s a faucet at the top of the heel that washes your hair. This definitely goes on the Stuff I Want III list.

3. If people would just remember that the word finite is inside the word definitely, they’d never spell the latter incorrectly again. The “deffinatly/definately” (and yes, even “deffly”) gaffe is one of the more pervasive mistakes I see on Facebook and in text messages. It makes me want to club puppies.

4. There is no shame in having scrambled eggs and deli turkey slices for breakfast.

5. I have five more rehearsals before my high school concert on Monday the 24th. We’re about eight rehearsals away from being ready. Thumbs up.

6. Nineteen seniors are graduating from my choir this year, almost all of whom I have had in class every week since they were in the third grade. Thassalongtime to put up with the likes of the Fink.

7. OK, here’s a funky game that does not require you to surrender your personal information to Facebook. It’s called “If I Were in a Band.” At the end, you will have your band’s name, a photo, and the title of your first album. Do this:

• Click here and copy the title of the first article you get. That’s the name of your band.
• Click here and copy the last few words of the last quotation on the page. That’s the name of your album.
• Click here and grab the third picture on the page, whatever it is. That’s your album’s cover art.
• Open up your graphics editing program (Paint, PhotoShop, Paint Shop Pro, etc.) and combine the three elements.

Here’s mine:

Fun, ja? Post yours here, or email me the information and I’ll post them here for you. Who says I don’t know how to have fun?

…on Cleveland sports fans who awaken to no chance for a championship. And no bleating from the longsuffering CHICAGO fans, either (yes, RD and the Thriller, I’m talking to YOU).  Can you say 2005 Sox, the 90s Bulls, the ’85 Bears, and possibly the current Blackhawks? Don’t talk to me about city sports droughts. Put down that candle you’re trying to hold.

OK, so the Cubs kinda suck, but not as bad as the Indians.

The LeBron era could be over. By his own admission before the disaster last night: “Potentially being my last game in Cleveland, last game of the season, I’m looking forward to Game 6.”  No matter. It will be one day anyhow, right? This guy said it most interestingly in the comment section of the article I read this morning:

I would see him going to the Nets before the Knicks. Brand new arena being built in his favorite city (Brooklyn), his best friend part owner of the team (Jay-Z), an incredibly solid young core, possibly John Wall or Evan Turner and 3 more draft picks from this year including another 1st rounder, a ridiculous new billionaire owner who jet skis, hits clubs, and parties with nothing but models…

I just think in terms of what the Nets can offer, it’s substantially more enticing than the Knicks. You know Jay-Z will be on that private jet to pick him up the day free agency begins.

Yyyyyyyyyyyyep.

Regardless, we look forward. No more basketball posts at RtB for awhile. And hey, it’s Finkday. Finally. I must eat candy to celebrate.

I’m not counting down the days. Really, I’m not.

Some moss I’ve gathered since getting up at 4:30:

• Jake Gyllenhaal is afraid of ostriches. I’m thinking I would be as well.
• The damage a tornado can do just makes you shake your head.
• This was surprising to read.

And I’m out of time, because I just remembered I have a rehearsal at 7 a.m. today. Yikes. Time to hit the shower. I’m not gonna make it…