in the pathetic pavlovian predictability box

so the crown prince sent an email and it wasn't much of an email really, more the type of thing another folk might twitter, but nonetheless, there on the one side was an email from the CP and there on the other were me & elvis & sweet baby james apparently just waiting for this email like we were dying of thirst and it was a vinegar-soaked sponge on a stick. we replied with a level of alacrity normally reserved for exiting burning buildings and with craftsmanship worthy of a hand-tooled corinthian leather saddle. predictably, our ripostes were met with deafening silence -- pebbles thrown in a bottomless wishing well. the CP sends out. the CP does not responday-voos. pathetic pavlovian predictability. we all learned early from the book of the shaman, chapter 11, verse 17 - thou shalst admirest best he who deservest least and thou shalst covet his attentions, lest thou receivest peltadation of footware upon thine scapula.

::SIGH::

yeah, i am just ticked on account of UT losing today in what was a bit of a predictable performance. tatum and goins got out of control, trying to do to much. chism sank some 3s but couldn't get anything going inside. williams got so worn out he couldn't run the floor. pearl hacked and clawed his way into a mediocre performance. hopson couldn't hit the ocean, even from the free throw line. prince got in foul trouble.

::SIGH::

i think i'll do something wacky & unpredictable like make a pot of javajoe and write in my freakin blog. woo. hoo.