Staccato

Haven't posted in a while, but I still like to rave and rant and ramble, so...

Bike the Drive rox. So does 911, a reggae fusion band that performed at the post-ride festival.

Sprint sux. Lost my phone last Friday and I've been thwarted in my attempts to get a cheap new phone by all the stupid conditions they have.

French Open rocked. Go Gaston. What a joy to see someone actually have fun on court.

American television coverage of the French Open sucked.

Junoon rox. Great band, great music, great live act.

"Troy" sux. A few spectacular fight sequences, but that's it - don't even watch it for the steroid-pumped testosterone-y stars. What the hell was Peter O'Toole doing? Not acting, that's fo' shizzle. As for the rest, well Pitts was just that, Bana was banal and Bloom definitely did not.

The Detroit Pistons rock! If you aren't watching the NBA Finals, you're missing out on some riveting basketball - one of the best contests I've ever seen. Who knew!

Chondromalacia sux. I'm out of commission for the next two weeks. No tennis and no cycling. To use Hugh Grant's unforgettable opener from "Four Weddings And A Funeral," Bugger! Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!

Smarty Jones didn't win the Triple Crown. Boo-freaking-hoo.

Going back to dial-up when the WiFi connection you're tapping into is unavailable - free (but extremely frustrating.) Getting the WiFi back in four days - priceless.

The bad news: Fleetwood Mac's concert this Saturday has been cancelled. The good news? That's an extra $46 I could really use right now.

And for the stupid folk:
"Momentarily" means for a moment, not in a moment.
"Wind up" means finish up not kick it up a notch.
The phrase you're floundering for is "couldn't care less" not "could care less." Because if you could care less, you would.
There are a few more, but they escape me at the present time.