Tuesday, May 27, 2008

CELTICS - 169


That is, 94 in game three and 75 in game four. Meanwhile, Detroit scored 80 in game three and 94 in game four. The series is tied at two games apiece, with Boston regaining the home court advantage.

For our contest, the four game total is 354, for an average of 88.5 per game. IF the scoring continues on this pace, the lowest winning total will be 531, while the highest winning total would be 1239. The closest to those totals belong to my Mother and The Lovely (yet surprisingly affordable) Tara, both fine ladies and eminently worthy of winning 10 (crummy) CDs.

Of course, anything could happen, so almost everybody is still alive. Not Sharfa, unfortunately, as the current series would have to end with the Pistons taking the next two games while scoring an average 15.5 points. Fat Hairy Bastard is also on the cusp of death, although he could win if the Pistons average 28. In either case, it would not be advisable to hold breath.

Now for the sad news.

I had written something else this weekend, but the ancient and dishonorable computer which we have at home ate it. I saved it to disk, for transfer to this up-to-date and realizes-it-lives-in-the-21st-century computer at work, but when I tried to bring it up at home on Monday, for some polishing, the bastard computer said that I didn't have authority to access my disk. That is never a good sign. However, I had another disk handy, so I wrote a little bit of something, saved it to that disk, and intended to tie both pieces together this morning.

When I arrived at work, about fifteen minutes ago now, I put the first disk in and found out that the hideous antediluvian monster at home had somehow managed to erase half the content I had saved on that disk. Most of it was - I think - things I've already published here, but what I had written over the weekend was gone. Two hours of writing, sent into limbo by Beelzebub The Computer.

Bottom Line: I have no time to reconstruct it today, nor do I have any desire to do so. As a matter of fact, something like that is so extremely disheartening, it takes away the desire to write, period. I'll no doubt get the itch again soon, but for now, I'm going to take the easy way out and just do some quick Celtics/Contest recaps this week and that will be it. My apologies to you for the short shrift you'll be receiving, but...

Soon (but not very soon) with more better stuff.

17 comments:

Hilary said...

I hope your computer woes get resolved soon. I know how frustrating that can be.

Uncle Jim said...

Yea...... Is that like, "The dog ate my homework?"

Balcony Gal said...

I know that feeling. Perhaps you just need inspiration...we can all come up with some titles for you to work on. How about "Ode to Kevin Garnett's Fire; Where Are You Now?" or "Should All Weekends be Three Day Weekends?" or "How to End A Great Weekend on a Sour Note With References to the Boston Celtics and Bad Computers Everywhere."

Just a thought.

lime said...

oh man, i hate when that sort of thing happens. disheartening is right.

Sandra Ree said...

Makes you feel sick to your stomach doesn't it? I've had that happen to me several times with children's projects and pictures.

Find a way Sul, you're one of my bright spots during the day.

Chris Stone said...

I should've put "666" for my point guess... but I didn't want to jinx anyone!

I went to watch the Celtics last night. That's what happened! I promise not to watch anymore!

Rooster said...

Sul,

Hate when that crap happens.

Tough game last night, but I did not expect them to take another one on the road just yet. Need to being back the Garden Magic!

Did you get to see my artwork on my site this weekend? Brave of me to trust a blog to mice!

Chucka Stone Designs said...

Definitely hate it when that happens!

Pat - An Arkansas Stamper said...

My deepest and heartfelt sympathy. Chin up! Carry on! Throw Beelzebub on the bonfire!

~Fathairybastard~ said...

I predict that ether I or the Pistons will go down in flames. No I'll slink away and forever refrain from predicting anything related to professional sports.

And dude, I had my old Apple 2c (1988?) eat about 5 pages of a research paper once in grad school, and of course, it was being written at the VERY last minute. Almost took a hammer to it.

John-Michael said...

Anytime that you can produce NUTTIN' and have Hilary gazing at You with a note of supportive approval ... Well ... life can't get much more gooder than that!

I tell ya, SulDog, you got this charisma thingy goin' for ya. Who needs bits an' bytes when you have that.

Love Ya Jim.

Buck said...

Two hours of writing, sent into limbo by Beelzebub The Computer.

Hey! I thought I threw that particular computer OUT. Strange you should rescue it from the dustbin (or equivalent).

Actually, computers are ALL Satan's Spawn. They just lull you into thinking they're gonna be there for ya, 7x24x365. And then reality strikes.

Sucks, don't it?

the blue state blogger said...

There were some benefits to the old fashioned typewriter, weren't there? At least they didn't eat what you'd worked all day on...

Been there and feel your pain.

GO Celts!

Suldog said...

I said I wasn't going to write much, but I at least have to say "Thank You" to you all. So, Thank You!

I'll have a short game report and contest update tomorrow, and maybe I'll feel like writing something non-basketball over the weekend.

Janet said...

I think that computer's name is actually Hal.
I'm ready to take a hammer to it myself because we missed a Suldog commentary.

FĂ©nix - Bostonscapes said...

Oh, that crappy home 'puter!

(For next time: email a copy of your work to your gmail/yahoo/whatever account and presto! No more hours of work sent to limbo! ;).

Thanks for the comments you left on my blog today.

Oh, and yes, that's my copyright embedded in the photos.

Melinda said...

"hideous antediluvian monster". NICE.

Hope your computer recovers soon!