I Have A Dream....

...and that dream would be to have Martin Luther King Day off. Sadly, my POE doesn't give us MLK Day, St. Patrick's Day, OR Columbus Day off. So I will be here on Monday. That CLEARLY means one thing; the powers that be are racist towards Black Civil Rights Leaders, the Irish, and the Italians....and funny enough, I am two of those things AND my Birf'day is on St. Patrick's Day, so it's kind of a double 'f' you to me on March 17th. Maybe they just hate me?? That's more actually more likely than my unsubstantiated racism claims (written in jest)....

Technically speaking, they are also discriminatory towards fat babies in diapers (especially those who enjoy shooting arrows), as we also do not get Valen-time's Day off.

You do the math....



-KC Jones

Baby I Got Your Money....

Well, it's been a long 5 weeks, but my POE is finally paying us! Yup! That's right! I, and the others in the Corporate Machine here get paid MONTHLY and sometimes monthly means FIVE weeks, not FOUR! The logic is we get paid on the Friday on or before the 15th of the month (so, it's kind of like welfare on those months when it is the 15th, although those people are probably doing better than we are!) The way I figure it; we are actually getting screwed out of one month's pay as FOUR of our twelve pay periods are FIVE weeks long. Do the math: 1 extra week in 4 pay periods equals 1 full month of 'volunteer' work.

A former co-worker of mine (who was awesome and hilarious) used to come in each payday and the first thing he would do was log in to his bank account. If the money was there (which it always was), he'd start working. If it ever hadn't been, work would have come to a screeching halt. I admired his style.

That being said, I don't even know why I'm excited as my money is already gone. Fortunately, I'm in the same sinking ship as a lot of awesome people, so at least I'm not lonely. I'd also like to take a moment to thank the state of Massachusetts for sending my Excise Tax bill this month and I'd also like to thank my city for getting my water and sewer bill into my mailbox this week. I really appreciate it. Anything I can do to help Taxachusetts run, I'll gladly do with a smile on my face (and the middle finger behind my back).

On a side note; how about this as a slogan for the state excise tax: Excise Tax: Because the State Income, Meal, and Sales Taxes (among others) aren't enough.  That's right, it's awesome...don't steal it!

You know, I'm starting to agree with Ol' Dirty Bastard more and more....dude didn't "need" to collect his welfare checks as he was a millionaire, but seriously, he was right---"Why WOULDN'T you want FREE MONEY?"

P.S. How awesome is it that we managed to work ODB into the same post TWICE, especially considering that the post is not about rap music, the Wu-Tang Clan, or the ghetto....Boom goes the dynamite!

-KC Jones

Requiem for a Game

Bravo to KC on a few fronts:

1. Having the tickets

2. Having a camera and being really aggressive with it

3. Posting that last blog, love the format

On to my notes...

The food at the Garden blows.  Three chicken tenders for $8:50?  $7.75 for a beer?  Please.  I would be better off sticking frozen chicken tenders in my pants and letting them defrost throughout the first half and using you for your free dipping sauces.

I wish we had pics of the group that sang the national anthem, Jada.  Here's a pic and the descriptoon from their website:

Four extraordinary singers united by a common goal, Jada is the latest iteration of the classic female vocal group. Since coming together six years ago, all four members have devoted themselves heart and soul to Jada. Their self-titled debut marks the culmination of a remarkable journey in which these talented individuals came together to create a beautifully cohesive whole. From the album-opening ballad “Is It Love” to the sassy RedOne/Akon-produced first single, American Cowboy, Jada is a bright and brazen mix of pop, soul, dance, and R&B, spiced by Jada’s characteristic gospel-inspired harmonies. The powerhouse sound is not dissimilar to the girls themselves – soulful and sophisticated, sexy and strong, heartfelt and honest, flirty and fun.

That may be the worst description of a group I have ever read.  When KC referenced "Seats for Trannies" night, she wasn't kidding.  There were more shims in the crowd than I can come up with a funny comparison for.  There were that many.  And they all had good seats.  This Jada group, woof.  First off they sang A Capella (my worst nightmare) and they did that weird hand motion thing that just makes me want to puke.  Plus, their knees were extremely distracting.  You know how you could look at Demi Moore a few years ago and say, wow, how old is she? She looks great!  But then you got to her knees and dry heaved a little bit?  It was like that.  The camera man got off their legs so fast it made your head spin.

Next we had Donatella Versace in the crowd rocking some sort of fur coat over her orange leather hide hanging out with Dennis Rodman in drag and Vince Wilfork's younger brother. When I say everyone in our section was looking and making comments, I am not exaggerating.  Personally, win or lose, I consider that game a success because I was able to successfully make a joke about not making the mistake of getting a transsexual hooker again and the middle aged guy behind me totally went with it.





I think we had a chick wearing pajama jeans in front of us, we had a little kid that was super amped about the game and was really pumped when he had beer spill on him, there was just a ton going on.  The crowd was beyond eclectic.  From what looked like an Amish dude, to tons of Asians hoping to see Yi Jianlian (DNP-CD), to all the trannies, it was a smorgasbord.

I was also pleased because I had the chance to tell Jason Terry that "I seen his stroke and it's all flame;"  I got to yell "ball don't lie" when the refs made a terrible call and the Mav's shooter missed a free throw, a la Sheed,  and we got to yell at Danny Ainge when he walked about 10 feet in front of us, asking him where Perk was.  I bet he never gets tired of that.

-Big Ran

Big Pimpin', Watchin' C's....

So, as you all know, Big Ran and I went to the Celtics/Mavericks game last night. And, although we were suppose to go on a Late Boston Harbor Dinner Cruise with Cubes, The JET, Dirk, and Marion after the game, we were sore losers and decided to postpone until a later date. So, while we don't have stories about hanging out with them, we do have stories about what happened around us at the game....and better still, pictures to back it up!

Anytime you're in a large crowd, you're bound to see some real winners. However, I can fairly safely declare that Big Ran and I were COMPLETELY overstimulated by the crazies last night. They were all out, in full force and rare form. Some of the highlights included:

1. A large number of "women" who may have, in fact, not been women. Were they overprocessed? Yes. Were they orange due to horrific self tanner application? Yes. Were they dressed like street walkers? Absolutely. However, the structure of their faces, along with some shadowing that looked like they each might have Adam's apples led us to believe that not only were the C's hosting "Seats for Soliders" last night, but also, "Seats for Trannies".
Exhibit A:

picture modified to protect the oblivious

Some of our friends have weighed in on this one, calling her George Hamilton's daughter, or, even better, George Hamilton in drag. Big Ran and I though Donatella Versace....what are your thoughts on this gem? It could definitely go a variety of ways. And the best part is that she was with the dude to the left of her who looked like a poor man's Vince Wilfork from the Patriots. Nice try 'lady', but you weren't impressing anyone. You were, however, providing an incredible amount of entertainment as an older man and Big Ran had a ridiculous conversation trying to figure out what was going on as the man asked, "What is that?" and Big Ran proceeded to declare that "she" wasn't fooling anyone. Standing there, in floor seats, applying lip gloss and getting sh*t faced. WASTE of good seats, and a WASTE of my oxygen. I'd like to say this type of person should be banned from sporting events, but then again, it provided SO much entertainment I wouldn't want to have missed it.

2. The random people being featured up on The Jumbotron: I took a picture of this guy while he was on it. He got about half a dozen turns up there because he was so awesome. Not just his moves, but his choice of sweatpants (we're sure elastic at the bottom), his "Southie" sweatshirt (and why is South Boston the butt of numerous SNL skits?), his beret,  and, of course, his moves. A bull in a China shop? Even better actually! Big Ran and I predicted that "Schmitty" (as Big Ran named him) will not be able to walk today due to the intensity of his sweet dance moves. He was awesome. We loved him and wish there had been an empty seat next to us so we could have invited him down.  In addition to him, there were countless other awesome people up there, and then some who were not so awesome, such as Jersey Shore Tool and Slam Pig types.. Oh, and the man with the popcorn all stuck in his beard. That was attractive. So happy.

I'm crafty with the camera

3. The Young Professional (meaning, professional tool and space invader): This dude was sitting next to us and he was, without a doubt, the biggest tool/dork/poindexter EVER. First of all, the game was at 8 pm, and he has to show up wearing his work clothes---a dress shirt and dress pants. This would be fine if he didn't exude an aura of "I'm a young professional and I'm super important". Dude then proceeded to pretty much sit ON MY LAP and dry hump me the entire time. The plan was for Big Ran and I to switch seats at half time and for Big Ran to get, in his words, "Real Aggressive" with him. For some reason, that didn't happen---(the baked potato featured above distracted us I guess). Anyway, he was 1/2 in my seat the entire time, drinking his $12 shot glass size cups of beer and commenting to his equally dorky friend only when the busted Celtics dancers and other busted women were shown on the jumbotron. Naturally, his comments involved how good looking they were (which usually was NOT the case, but to him, it was true). He elbowed me at LEAST 17,000 times and it got to the point where I was pushing back. Very passive aggressive. His friend was pretty much a clone of him. If this is the pool of single men KC Jones gets to choose from, put me on suicide watch STAT. The highlight of my interaction with this guy? When he went to put something in HIS pocket and pretty much groped me. And there was no acknowledgement. This guy was the antithesis of Big Ran, and we found ourselves saying ridiculous things throughout the game alluding to the picture we had painted of him in our minds. "Stocks and bonds", "annuities", and "Buy/Sell", were frequently yelled as more passive aggressive behavior on our part. He sucks.

I'm on the right, in jeans, as it was a Celtics game. He was in slacks and invading my space as you can see.

And now, I'll turn this post over to Big Ran for his hilarious insights....

Wake Up B!tches!

What a beautiful day!  Maybe 40 degrees, pouring rain, wind, it doesn't get any better than this!

-Big Ran