. . . but whatever.
I went to the Bulls game tonight with some good buddies. On my way home I had to stop at the grocery store to get some socks because I have been too lazy to do my laundry and need some for tomorrow. I wanted to stop off and get something to eat too, but because I didn't want to make another stop, I got some jalapeno chips and a gatorade. Socks, chips, gatorade, and this worthless update . . .
I decided I needed to research a few things I was thinking about tonight . . .
1. A guy named Malcolm Thomas checked in for the Bulls and did pretty well for the Bulls tonight, and despite all of us being Chicago sports fans, none of us had heard of him. It turns out he played for the Bulls' summer league team but ended up playing in Israel before being signed. Hard guy to figure out a nickname for . . .
2. I was telling my buddy James Douglas Morrison that I have been reading the Keith Richards biography, and he asked if he mentioned the rivalry between the Stones and the Doors. No, was there one? I'll look that up too . . . I could find nothing about that on the internet, but if there was one, based on what I have read, I would say it would be about Mick hating on Jim because he was a better-looking front man using his sexuality the way Mick did. Keith is pretty open about how nutty Mick was about a lot of stuff, but I will say that at least Mick was never nearly as big a junkie as Keith, so there's that . . .
3. This has nothing to do with looking anything up, but I was thinking about it. Yesterday I get a text from my father that read: "I was saddened to hear of the passing of Annette Funicello. As a boy watching her in those sweaters on the "Mickey Mouse Club," she made me love boobs.