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Friday, June 25, 2004

Posted by Joe:



I haven't written anything in a while, since May 28 to be exact. So I'm back, the fog is lifted.



Some pop culture? I saw Dodgeball the other night. We laughed until we went pee pee, and then we went pee pee some more. The lowlight of the evening took place when I went to buy popcorn. I told the "clerk" that I'd like "a medium popcorn with extra butter." He gave me the popcorn, but there was no butter on it. When I got back to my seat and realized that there was not any butter on my corn that was poppied, Elizabeth Ann Carney told me that it would still taste good. I didn't really think so, but it wasn't bad.



As we left the movie theater, we passed by a condiment stand that contained a "butter topping" machine. The aforementioned "clerk" had, instead of just telling me, "Sir, the butter is over there," ignored me. So as we walked toward the escalator, I pointed and shouted toward the counter, telling him that he was not a good popcorn salesman. I don't think he heard me, and if he had, he probably would have jumped over the counter and pumelled me to the point where Beth would have had to protect me.



In music news, my roommate Geoff Rand and girlfriend-type individual Beth Carney both purchased the new Velvet Revolver compact disc. All of us like the compact disc, and I even copied Geoff Rand's version of it. The Blog of JoeyScoops' ombudsman, Ryan McDermott, visited me last week, and the jazz expert dubbed the disc "a solid rock record." Combining the voice of Scott Weiland with the music of Guns 'N Roses was a great idea, fo shizzle.



Tonight in Toms River, N.J., the town in which I grew up, there will be a reunion of sorts. Not only have I not seen my friends who still live there in a while, but Jeff Gabbai, who I have not seen in what feels like decades, is up from Miami to hang out. The Beggars Canyon Band will be playing at the historic Aztec bar in Seaside Heights, N.J., and, staying on the topic of history, that is probably what all our livers will be after this night. With the engagement of Remsen Meyer and Hillary Morgan still just two weeks in our rearview mirror, a celebration is in order. And if there is anything that we all know, it is celebrations. Big-time celebrations.



In sports, we have a three-game series coming up between the New York Yankees and the New York Mets this weekend at the Home Office for Beisbol. As many of you have begun to realize in recent weeks, my allegiance has slowly shifted slightly. I kinda like the Mets a little. I would never be able to root for them against the Yankees or anything, but I like that little gashouse gang they got playin' over there. I hope to see Saturday's game with Erin Eileen Bruehl, who I neglected to call back and tell that I did not want to go to the NBA Draft because the Knicks did not have a first-round pick. I think she hates me now, but hopefully she knows that it was just a mistake by an imperfect man. I'm sorry again Erin. Don't hate Scoops. Remember, you are a co-editor!!!



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