I love the Spurs, and I love Ginobili.
http://www.nba.com/spurs/news/manu_sixthman_080421.html
Taken from the link: “Ginobili received 615 out of a possible 620 points, including 123 of a possible 124 first-place votes, from a panel of 124 sportswriters and broadcasters throughout the United States and Canada. Leandro Barbosa of the Phoenix Suns finished second with 283 points and Jason Terry of the Dallas Mavericks finished third with 44 points.”
I SAW SARA BAREILLES IN CONCERT!!! I can die an extremely happy man now. Except for the two hideously bad opening acts (David Ford and Rachel Yamagata), it was just spectacular. She sang all of her songs on the CD except for One Sweet Love and City (the two songs I care the least about), along with a couple new songs. One is called August Moon, which I believe she said was from her old CD, and the other was a rendition of Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera.
Sara was pretty funny too. For example, when her bandmates walked off stage because she was going to do a piano-only song, she said, very proudly, “and now we’re getting all the non-vagina’s off the stage”. Another time, some girl was screaming, full out, for about 8 seconds between songs, so Sara exclaimed, “Looks like someone just had a baby!”
At the end of the concert, I shouted, “I LOVE YOU SARA!!!” just so I could say that I’ve said that to her at one point in my life.
Yaaay! 
In honor of the hours upon hours of coding I’ve been doing, here’s an awesome music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqTaqVi9J8k
And here’s the lyrics:
Code Monkey get up get coffee
Code Monkey go to job
have boring meeting with boring manager Rob
Rob say Code Monkey very diligent
but his output stink
his code not functional or elegant
what do Code Monkey think
Code Monkey think maybe manager oughta write goddamn login page himself
Code Monkey not say it out loud
Code Monkey not crazy just proud
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey hang around at front desk
tell you sweater look nice
Code Monkey offer buy you soda
bring you cup bring you ice
you say no thank you for the soda ’cause
soda make you fat
anyway you busy with the telephone
no time for chat
Code Monkey have long walk back to cubicle
he sit down pretend to work
Code Monkey not thinking so straight
Code Monkey not feeling so great
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you a lot
Code Monkey have every reason
to get out this place
Code Monkey just keep on working
to see your soft pretty face
Much rather wake up eat a coffee cake
Take bath, take nap
This job fulfilling in creative way
such a load of crap
Code Monkey think someday he have everything even pretty girl like you
Code Monkey just waiting for now
Code Monkey say someday, somehow
Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you
Sorry I haven’t been writing as much. The end of the semester is coming, and school is trying to kick my ass, but I’m kicking it back, so it’s cool.
I just had to share these two videos. These cats are so adorable!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3U0udLH974
And here’s a translation of what they were saying:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JynBEX_kg8
I want!
I just happened upon perhaps the most epic song I’ve ever heard in my life.
While riding the bus to school today, the bus driver had the radio set to the country station.
“Nothing too unusual here”, I thought to myself, as I continued listening to these people sing about how their dog ran away and how their significant other has found someone else.
And then the most angelic lyrics fell upon my ears…”She thinks my tractor’s sexy.”
It blew my fucking mind…well, after I stopped laughing.
I looked up the lyrics, and it’s a song by Kenny Chesney, if anyone’s interested. The chorus is as follows:
“She thinks my tractor’s sexy
It really turns her on
She’s always staring at me
While I’m chuggin along
She likes the way it’s pullin’ while we’re tillin’ up the land
She’s even kind of crazy ’bout my farmer’s tan
She’s the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractor’s sexy”
I’m going to let these lyrics settle in your fragile mind now. I wasn’t ready for this. You’re probably not ready for this. I don’t think the world was ready for this.
Armageddon?…It happens soon.
