Poor James Frey

The last time I felt compelled to write about what I saw on the Oprah Winfrey show, Tom Cruise had just stopped jumping off her couch and into Katie Holmes. This time around the tone was much different but compelling in it's own right.

First and foremost I'd like to give a shout out to my homegirl Oprah, for doing what was previously thought to be impossible:

Somehow, she drove the bus that she was in the process of throwing James Frey (as well as his publisher Nan Talese) under at the same time! How bad ass was that?! My buddy T said it best, "Oprah tore his ass into 'a million pieces' yesterday on her show."

I have to admit I feel guilty about writing about this but I couldn't help but watch the carnage that was going on the show that day. Frye and Nan were up there just taking shots left and right, from Oprah and several other publishing honchos. I couldn't believe that they were even there to begin with. It was like watching someone getting expelled from school for plagiarism.

As much as I would love to be on Oprah's show one day, that's not the way I want it to happen. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

To Blog or Not to Blog

I was seriously about to call it a night and not post an entry tonight because I'm pretty damn tired. And after folding laundry on top of my sudden need for sleep, I figured I'd just put off blogging til tomorrow.

However, this is a new year and one of my resolutions is to be more consistent with my blogging no matter what. Even if it means I have to sit through Carson Daly's lame attempt at hosting a late night show. Therefore I am honoring that committment to myself and gosh darnit I'm glad that I did.

Now that I think about it I did have something to write about afterall. It's been a while since I've had one of my patented weird dreams to share with all of you. Bare with me.

The following took place between 2:00 am and 9:00am.

As usual I only remember fragments of the actual dream but the gist of it is me meeting Mischa Barton, star of my one time favortite show The OC, at some person's house in I wanna say Williamsburg. Why? I have no idea. I think I she was in the dream because earlier in the day I noticed on one of the websites that I frequent that it was her birthday (she turned 20 for those of you scoring at home). It should be noted that she was looking really tasty in the dream.

Anyway where was I again? Oh yeah, Williamsburg? There were 2 other guys ther, who I didn't know, but they seemed to know who I was. I think there were some women there too but for some reason they were in a different room from me, Mishca and the aforementioned dudes. I remember that I wasn't going to be 'that guy' who asks Mischa if she in fact Mischa Barton. So I play it cool when one of the guys introduces me to Mischa and we exchange pleasantries. So far so good, I don't say anything stupid. Then all of a sudden she starts talking about the place she bought with her boyfriend(the other guy in the room whose name I think was Kennedy) in Queens of all places.
I tell her that I used to live in Queens and all of a sudden she starts acting like we're best friends. She starts touching my hand and asking me if I know the area where her place is ( I don't but I act like I do) and then she tells me that I can come over anytime I want whenever she's in town. At this point I'm beside myself thinking 'Is this really happening?' when I hear the phone ring and someone from the other room calls my name and says it's for me. I get up to answer it and next thing I know my Mom is yelling at me to wake up and let the dog out.

Yeah, I'm just lucky like that.

81!

Looking back at the the Lazy Sunday that I enjoyed yesterday in the city, I got so carried away shopping and hanging out that I didn't even know that Kobe had detonated for 81 points against the Raptors.

81!

That is such an absurd number I still can't fathom it. He had 55 points in the 2nd Half alone! And yes I am aware that I am yelling. It's bad enough that I had a laissez faire attitude towards the AFC and NFC Championship games but being the huge Laker fan that I am, it's unpardonable that I didn't see that game at all!

The only excuse I can come up with is that I was so banged up the night before celebrating Biscuit's birthday with the CBS posse (and it really was a posse) that I didn't have my bearings at all the next day. The details of that night warrants a separate blog entry. Yeah I know that sounds lame but that's all I got.

On the bright side I got to spend some time with Erin which was cool. It's been a while since we hung out and so we met up to watch the Steelers dismantle the Broncos. Being a Steelers fan, she actually cared about the game. I, on the other hand only had a passing interest in the game.

After the game we went to this Belgian Bar in the Village and relaxed until it was time for me to get back to LI. It was a really dark in there like we were in some opium den. It was cool just kick back and just chill for once.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to me, Kobe was about to light it up like no one named Wilt has ever done in the NBA. And all I have to show for it is a new pair of jeans, sunglasses and hat.

Yeah, I'm the worst.

Chia Head

Those the two words that would best describe what's goin on with my hair these days. Once again I'm trying to grow it out but as always, I don't know how long I'm goin to be able to go out in public looking like this. I guess that's one of the good things about working nights, no one really cares what I look like.

Still, I know I'm fighting a losing battle because my hair is too thick for me to do anything with it. Plus, whenever I try to let it grow an occassion always comes up when my hair is at it's most awkward state. And I'll have no choice but to get it cut in order to look respectable at for that birthday/wedding/bachelor party.

Just once I'd like to be able to do something different with my hairstyle. I'm worried though that I'm getting too old to be experimenting too much with it. At the same time I hate thinking that I have to be locked into this one generic look just because I should've outgrown this urge by now. I mean what's the point in settling when I'm just going to lose it eventually, right?

Alright time to hit the hay but before I go here's some words fo wisdom from the good people over at Golden Kingdom in Melville: "A Man's Dreams Are An Index To His Greatness." That was the fortune I got when I ordered Chinese food tonight.

Thanks Dr. King

It remains to be seen whether I'll be getting for today but either way I'm happy that I had the day off. I had a bad case of the Mondaze so another 4 day work week is just fine with me.

I tried to stay up and watch the end of the Lleyton Hewitt match but decided that it's not worth it. At last glance Hewitt won the 4th set in a tiebreaker to force a decisive 5th set. Of course I only have myself to blame since I let myself get talked into goin in on the Australian Open pool.

The Golden Globes and came and went tonight and truth be told, they were barely on my radar. The reason being that 24 is now in full swing and tonight was the 2nd part of the 4 hour season premiere. Without giving anything away I'll just say that I am excited about how it started and can't wait to see how this season/"day" unfolds. It's amazing how the writers have been able to sustain the intensity and momentum of the show for this long.

It looks like Winter has finally arrived since the temperature dropped severely for the first time and we got a legit amount of snow out here on LI this weekend. I even went out and purchased a new pair of winter boots (on sale of course, courtesy of the local Bob's Store) just to make sure I'm covered for the inevitable deluge of bad weather that I'm sure we're bound to get.

Now I know I'm getting serious...

Since re-dedicating myself to getting into the best shape possible, as part of my New Year's resolutions, I've lost 4 lbs. And now that I'm back into my usual workout routine I find myself wanting to maintain this momentum that I've built up.
With that being said, earlier this evening I found myself at Target during my dinner break minding my business when I happened upon a display for Slim-Fast. They were selling boxes of 8 (2 of which were free) for 2 for $10. That's 16 cans for the price of 12. That kind of value was just too good to pass up so I bought 2 boxes worth to see if this could help me in my quest to lose the next 11-16 pounds that I'm looking to shed by the Spring.
And since I'm not getting any younger I feel that this time around I am working out with a slight sense of urgency. I've really taken this as a challenge to show to myself that I can still get back into kick ass shape. And if that means I have to suck down Slim Fasts to do it, so be it.

Giant Debacle

I'm still trying to get over that horror show that played out in the Meadowlands yesterday. To watch your team get their ass kicked at home in the playoffs is brutal. But to get shut out too?! It doesn't get any worse than that. The final score of 23-0 doesn't convey just how much Carolina dominated the game. Eli looked lost out there and the M*A*S*H unit that we were calling a defense didn't stand a chance.
Normally I'm a pretty easy going person but after watching that game I felt myself slip into a genuine funk. It was as though someone had run over my dog. I have to admit I was surprised at how upset I got. I have only myself to blame. I let myself lose sight of the fact that this team wasn't ready to take that next step which was painfully clear after 60 minutes of futile football by the home team. Hopefully Eli, Coughlin and the rest of the Giants can learn from this.

Quite frankly, I should know better by now. Has it come to this? I've started ripping off Stephen A. Smith! I'm too old to be getting this worked up over this shit.