rubinville

Kobe and Shaq finally buried the hatchet before their game in Los Angeles last night. I guess when you make millions of dollars to play a sport for a living you don't hold grudges as long as regular people. It sure makes me wish I had millions of dollars, or played a sport for a living, or could bury the hatchet that I killed that guy who I had a problem with.

(That might need to be re-read to make any sense. Or it might get more confusing after a re-read. You are warned.)

I had tuna for lunch today, as I often do, but I foolishly left the bread in the toaster a bit too long. This resulted in burnt toast that shot a crumb into my eye when I took the first bite. While I was stunned momentarily I was able to finish the meal without having to call the paramedics.

There doesn't seem to be much in the news thats worth writing about today. Where is Dan Quayle when you need him?

I'm pretty sure that's the first Dan Quayle reference in almost 10 years, in any medium, anywhere.

But seriously, where is he? I need some material...