We trekked through the endless filth of green to the other side of the arena where our friends were sitting. We sat down just in time for the start of the 3rd quarter. To this point in the game, it was a small miracle that the Clippers weren’t being publicly raped by the Celtics. Watching the Clippers live is even more uninspiring than watching them on TV (not that anyone actually does). Baron Davis plays like he has two prosthetic legs, Marcus Camby is undoubtedly on suicide watch and I’m almost positive I saw Ricky Davis take Enzyte at halftime.

There are a lot of good ways, and not so good ways, to spend $12. You could purchase a ticket to go see Confessions of a Shopaholic, … and then give your date a $1 donation towards her ticket. This is a great idea if you don’t like your date very much. This is a terrible idea if she ranges anywhere from a 7.85 to a 9.99 on J-Ri’s Scientific Scale to Determine Hotness’. This is an average to below average idea (depending on your soy protein intake for the day) if you don’t have a date.

After I read what you’re about to read (and comment on), I had a thought, “I wonder if I can completely debase myself in less words than Kris did it in?” So, here it goes:

I’ve only man-dated a couple of guys. I’m very picky about the type of guys I do chick stuff with.

(Pretty good, huh?)

That will make sense after you read all of this.

Recently, I had a conversation with one of my best friends. In-between NBA chatter and million-dollar business plans, he casually dropped some Solomon like wisdom on me:

“Life is about not caring what other people think.”

Living by this would most likely change a lot about our lives. For example, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” could shamelessly ooze from my car during rush hour.

So, I assume that most of you read last weeks’ fabulous (that word just happened) article, Life, as Taught by the O.C. If you didn’t, you should be ashamed of yourself. One can only wonder if that article is responsible for the Facebook request I received this morning:

Life is filled with inevitable events that we pretend will never happen. We go about living our lives with them lurking in the shadows around every corner. Two years ago this week, my world was shattered.

FOX canceled the O.C.

What’s more exciting than the Oscars? Umm, “The J-Ri’s”, of course! How about a look at some of the “not-so-typical” categories?

When I say “self-absorbed” you think… Hollywood, right? Actually, I think of the O.C., Season 1, the Chrismukkah Episode — but that’s entirely too embarrassing of a thought to finish. When it comes to ego maniacs, there is no one bigger than Kanye West. In his latest fit of stupidity he told Vibe Magazine…

You know what’s really interesting about Paris Hilton? Well, nothing, of course. Although her recent comments to Glamor Magazine were good for a few Paris-sized laughs, “I’ve only ever done it with a couple of people.”

I know, I know. I’m slacking on the posts here lately. In my defense, umm, I don’t really have one. No, wait, I do. I’ve spent the last twenty days in the tropical gardens of Missouri. There we go. I’ve been back home for about twelve hours now and I’ve finally regained feeling in my limbs. It was, umm… an interesting Holiday season. Here are some random things I’ve learned and/or experienced over the past three weeks: