Big "Ten" East:

TSUN
TSUN State
Notre Dame
Ohio State
Penn State
Purdue

Big "Ten" West:

Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Minnesota
Northwestern
Wisconsin

Rankings can sort of go out the window at this point: we're all focused on the tourney. Here's a breakdown by conference:

Big East (8)
Connecticut
Georgetown
Louisville
Marquette
Pittsburgh
Syracuse
Villanova
West Virginia

Atlantic Coast (7)
Clemson
Duke
Florida State
Georgia Tech
Maryland
Virginia Tech
Wake Forest

Big 12 (7)
Baylor
Kansas
Kansas State
Missouri
Oklahoma State
Texas
Texas A&M

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Last Action Hero is a great movie on paper. Even watching it, you see that it should be great. Groundbreaking, hilarious. Tropic Thunder ten years earlier. The Hamlet joke is fantastic.

What the hell happened? And can someone film that script again? With better pacing, better acting, and camera work that doesn't wreck the damn thing? 

I'd really like to see the version of that movie that didn't suck.

This is not a review of Avatar.

Really.
 

~

WiiFit Presents: Metal Gear Solid: Buns of the Patriots

Metal Good Sunday: Sons of Blasphemey

Metal Grope Subway: Tactile Espionage

Metal Gear Squalid: Snake's Rehab

Metal Gear SquallId: Climate Psychiatrist

Metal Grouper Story: Finding Nemo 2

Metric Grade Sync: Substitution

Metal Sir I Just Fought a Man Made of Bees: Explain That or Stop Talking

Metal Ghost Busters: True Ectoplasm Art

Metal Gear Solo: Snake Toucher

Metal Gear Canada: Sons of Hickory

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/19/the-most-amazing-craigsli_n_468...

That says it all, I think, don't you?

I'm fairly certain that, should anyone look at my list that hasn't been paying attention, they'd call me an unabashed Blue Devil fan that is out of his gourd. Frankly, this is farthest from the case. After the obvious #1 choice of the Jayhawks, who continue to steamroll their way to inevitability, it's my experience that college basketball is ruled by the best point guard in the land. And, when it comes to point guards, there is not one out there better at running his offense, not giving up the ball, etc., than Jon Scheyer.

Okay so, my roommate broke the internet. And it's now about to be Valentine's Day weekend. So you all may not hear from me until Monday.

Will not hear from me.

Apologies.

Also! I tried to sign up for and post to Once More With Drinking tonight. And I can't. And that makes me weepeth.

This is how I let them know.

Come Monday.

~

For several reasons, I've been going back to the choices I made coming out of college. Things aren't at their best right now, and several friends are graduating law school, writing PhD theses, announcing marriages, while I flail around. It raises questions.

I did not want to go to school any more. I still don't. There were economic reasons for this, and other issues. But right in the middle was a dread of writing bullshit.

The bullshit you have to write to get into MA programs. The bullshit you write because your professors want to hear so and so, and you need their letters. The bullshit you write because there's a deadline. And Keirkegaard and Hayek may deserve better, but you need five more pages by Wednesday. Your "position" on Tort Reform is laughable, but confidence scans better, so you write from the pose you've been practicing since middle school. You Sound Sure and you, you know, deliver the goods.

You will never, ever say something original about Proust.

Besides, the technique was eating my brain. Making up causal links where there were none, twisting and bending every article to relate to a thesis I had no time to change. A thousand phrases and tricks you string together, so you can say "frogs cause carpentry" in a way that sounds dull, but not retarded. Anything can mean, cause or prove anything else. Or at least you can fill the pages.

My point? I'm broke, partially because I didn't want to do this. So people who get rich doing it piss me off.

So Caitlan Flanagan's piece in the Atlantic this week pissed me off. And Leon Wieseltier's piece in The New Republic pissed me off.

And tomorrow, more on that.

Sans commentary this time around.

~

So speaking of streaky, and curses. Apparently, one "Sidney 'Lamar' Crosby" is a young man who is better than average at hockey.
 

Given that this is a Canadian sport to begin with, I don't know exactly how I'm going to work up a xenophobic rage at this kid, and demand "he" go back where he came from while "we" play hockey, but that's what $2 tall boys are for. Logic lube.

And then we have to put up with this mariachi band on a short yellow charter bus, who go by the name of the Ottawa Senators. Really. I mean the Capitals are a cop-out, but at least they don't call themselves the fucking Chancellors of the Hockey Exchequer. You sordid bag of thumb-biting dicks. Learn what the silly fucks in your government call themselves.

And please stop beating us at ice hockey.

Because it's our turn to burn some shit.

It's. Our. Turn.

GAAAAAHHHHHHH