I watched the last half of the Mavs/Heat game, pretty much the only basketball I've watched all year.
I was rooting for the Mavs, all the way. Turns out, I'm not the only LeBron/Heat hater.
It used to be that teams would try to buy their way to championships.
Now the players do.
It is still taking me all week to read the New York Times, sometimes even longer if you include the magazine.
I have no idea why I read some articles -- they have no utility to my life whatsoever.
I guess I just like knowing random things.
When my Barnes and Noble stock went up 15% right after buying it, I had a momentary urge to sell.
It then dropped 65% and I said, it can't get worse. But if it EVER gets up to the price I paid, I'll sell.
Now it's again 15% higher than I paid, and I still can't pull the trigger.
I should have known -- it's the way I do things. I don't let go; I don't give up.
Even when I know I should.
Some vandals spray-painted the Westside Church, and this was the comment of the "director of facilities:'
"But the bottom line is that God is the one that's going to get revenge -- we aren't."
Heh. I was expecting something more along the lines of, "May God forgive them."
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