Nothing But Rim: World's Worst Basketball Team

I don't know how this is going to turn out, so I apologize for whatever the hell happens to this. And I also apologize for the last few weeks. It turns out graduating isn't as easy as I thought. I only need to get six credits this semester and there's a chance I won't make it. But hell, I got a pink tassel, so the tough part is over.

In case you all didn't know, I made a film this semester called "Nothing But Rim: The World's Worst Basketball Team." It's the first in a series called "Mockumentaries" which is going to be on Comedy Central right after South Park in the year 2000. That's the plan. The next one is going to be about this guy named Prozboy who, in his 19 years on this earth, has never showered. That one is actually a lot closer to the truth than the basketball one.

Anyway, I was trying to take equipment out and the cage (place where all the equipment is) told me that I wasn't allowed to without permission from my professor. So I ran around like a banshee through a boardwalk trying to find him. I finally found him ten minutes before the cage closed, and asked him to write me a pass for the cage. He did and everything was cool. Well, I started to load up a whole lot of stuff onto a cart and wheeled it out to the elevator. I pushed the button and nothing happened. I asked somebody and apparently the thing had been broken all day. I just stood there feeling so defeated staring at the cart and then the stairs several times over again. My professor walked by and asked if everything went well with me getting my stuff. I told him that I got the stuff out but now the elevator wasn't working.


Quote of the Day 5/20/98

"Well, I could write you a pass for that too."
-Mark Street


I laughed at first, but I'll be darned if it didn't work!



Love, pink tassels, and mockumentaries,
Dustin Spielberg.


Still Standing Right Here...


p.s.- Sorry for all that crap down there.


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An Italian Wedding

On Wed, 6 May 1998, Jacy A D'Aiutolo wrote:

> D-
> The trick to forks, spoons, knives, and glasses in a formal
> setting is to work from the outside in, one utensil at a time. You really
> can't go wrong that way.
> :-)
> -Jacy

Alright, Jacy! Then what about the fork that was sideways at the top of my plate? What do I do with that one, eh? Is that the one you use to stab your waiter when he laughs at you when you use the wrong one? Next time I have to go to some formal event, I'm just going to bring six sporks. That way, I can't go wrong.
The day after my banquet, I had to be back in PA for my uncle's wedding. So that was two days in a row that I ate good food. In case you've never had it before, fillet mignon, even though pronounced phonetically would sound really gross, is very good. No matter what fork/spork you decide to use. And they played Git Jiggy Wit It at the reception. I noticed a significant difference in dance styles from what I saw at the club Thursday night. A lot less grinding. But the amount of drunks on the dance floor was much the same.

Well, I was dressed up in a nice suit for the second day in a row. Turns out I actually own a suit. I had no idea. Well, my sister was coming to pick me up and I'm smart enough to know that you're supposed to compliment everybody on their outfit, no matter what it looks like. My sister was wearing this fairly short skirt, and she looked really good in it. Anyway, I said something to the effect of "Nice skirt!" with some sort of voice inflection that implied that it was short. Well, to this, she says...

Quote Of the Day 5/1/98

"Yeah. They told me to wear something short so that Grandma wasn't the only one that looked like a slut."
-Char (my sis)



Grandma showed up with fish net stockings and a thong.


Buying sporks by the dozen,
Screaming Cricket.


Still Standing Right Here...