the greatest night of my baketball life.

i can't tell you how happy i am right now.



it could have just as easily been the wolves, but the people running the show here are idiots. taking shots at garnett whenever they get a microphone put in front of them, when all he needed were a few veterans worth their salt.

oh well. seeing the celtics absolutly destroy the lakers in every sense of the word was probably as close as this minnesota boy will ever get to a basketball championship, and i'm ok with that.

the night was pure magic:

• garnett's one handed rejection of gasol WITHOUT EVEN LEAVING HIS FEET.
• the complete shutting down of kobe, my most hated athelete of any professional sport. hearing
• jesus shuttlesworth making the 3 pointers rain like dollar bills at the strip club.
• the end of the game turning into a dunk contest for the celtics BACK-UPS.
• the crowd chanting "WHERE IS KOBE? WHERE IS KOBE? WHERE IS KOBE?" when he went to the bench in the fourth quarter.

and when all was said and done, and garnett stood teary eyed in front of the microphone, right before he completely lost it, he said:

"i gotta thank 'sota."

the first thing he said. he thanks minnesota fans.

suck it, timberwolves. may this be the beginning of a new dynasty.

i need advice...

there shall be a bigger post with a photo dump probably tomorrow, but for now, i would like pose a question to the faithful readers (all 3 of you!)...

about two weeks ago, my dear friend joe emailed me. his email just said something along the lines of "dear aaron, how does it feel to be plagiarized?" and then had a link to this site:

www.kellyperlick.com

i got the email when i was out and about, so i checked the link as soon as i arrived home. turns out, it is EXACTLY like my portfolio site. almost down to the colors used. it's a half assed version, as some of the animations and functionality are absolutely horrible, but it's the same. compare hers to mine:

www.aaronpurmort.com

i called joe, and he said he found the site while perusing a job hunting message board. the girl is looking for work as a designer.

after doing some digging, i found out that she is just this year graduating from the college of visual arts, my old college of choice. my next move was to call jamey, who taught there, to see if he knew her or had her in classes. he had some choice words about her academical drive and ethics.

obviously, she saw my site posted on an alumni sort of thing the school has, or found it some other way, and copied it. i'm not mad or anything like that. it's pretty funny. hell, it's not like my site is anything groundbreaking or horribly original. and i haven't changed the look of it in 4 years or so, just updated the work. i'm sure i copied someone in my work along the way.

that being said, the opportunity to mess with this girl is just too good to be true! i'm looking to you, my friends and family, for ideas on how to best make her life a living hell. some ideas i've had (or have been suggested) so far:

• offer her an internship for my make believe company
• compliment her on her site, and send her a link to mine for feedback
• ask her to coffee
• confront her at graduation
• confront her at the graduation show at CVA
• demand she put a "designed by AARON PURMORT" link at the bottom of her page
• create a fake letter from the dean at CVA, saying she's been busted, and now can't graduate

i'm leaning towards the last option, but please let me know if you have any other ideas to stick it to her...

so there's this thing called "youtube"...

this site will NOT turn into a dumping ground for humorous youtube videos, but this made me giggle. and it's clean!

chuck loves hulk

FYI: the soda and popcorn are XXL.

charles loves bowling

bowling with charlie is some serious shit. bring your A-game, and top
shelf equipment, or you won't even get in the door...

MORE updation.

i finally downloaded the pictures from my iphone that have been sitting there for awhile, so this post goes a little ways back.

my work is right above the shittiest bar in all of downtown, "THE DRINK." they get deliveries from the elevator we share, and sometimes delivery dudes just leave beer in there. with no supervision. we could totally steal crappy frat boy beer anytime we wanted. proof:



a while back, i joined the sikora clan for a night at the crappiest place to see a concert ever, "THE MYTH." for those not in MN, it's an old payless shoe store turned into a night club, located in a horrible suburb next to a mall. they often host shows by horrible hip hop artists, as well as washed up rockers. for some reason, the delicious KRAFTWERK decided to make it one of only a few stops on their very short US trek.

the night started with shrimp and white wine at red lobster:



then came the robots:









awhile back, i went to one of charlie's softball games. it was drizzling out, and had stormed the days before that. some people in little baby cars still decided it would be a good idea to park in the huge mud puddles. this was the last of about 5 cars that appeared to be stuck, and needed to be pulled out by big pick 'em up trucks:



we celebrated their victory at psycho suzies. i love charlie, but he has the worst taste in food ever. wrapped pickles and deviled eggs? at a BAR??



then our basement fell apart. good thing tim is a man's man, and knows how to plumb the hell out of some pipes:





at long last, we come to today. we here at work are obsessed with the beer LANDSHARK. to our girlish delight, nichol and i stumbled upon this beautiful little chariot of deliciousness on the streets today:

updates for the people.

last week, i went to the nation's wang to visit family and bridget. this made me realize that, while i posted a lengthy farewell to bridge when she moved from MN to FLA, i never discussed how much i miss the hell out of veda and jenna.

even though veda threatened to move to NY every damn day while we were working at carmichael lynch, i never took her seriously. much like every day she would agree to get matching tattoos with puja and i, i never thought she'd actually go through with it. i mean, she has half her body covered with ink of fairies and rainbows, but i didn't think she'd stoop to being forever a member of the foreigner club. well, one sad day, she did move. that day, i lost one of my favorite photo taking partners, drinking friends, hand huggers, lunch eaters, coffee getters, thug rap music listeners, shit talkers, and fellow calculator watch wearers i've ever met.

i miss her. here's our last picture:



next, we have sweet, sweet JC. i like to think that when people wear "WWJD" bracelets, they've moved on from "what would jesus do" and are thinking about how jenna would react to their situation. she'd probably have a beer, dance, and make you laugh. that's what my WWJD bracelet reminds me to do, at least. i'm sad i didn't get to know her well when we worked together, because we would have torn the hell out of that place. i AM glad that we are tight now. like a bum at a dumpster, i'll take what i can get.

dear jenna:



charlie's surprise party went off without a hitch. even though my mom almost dropped the secret a few times, bless her heart, he didn't suspect a thing. eric even showed up from chicago for the surprise of the year. it was nice to see the old capo, and reminisce with him about our old musical side project, THE MAD CAPOS. when he returned home, he sent andrew and i mp3s of our only recordings. the song was "pink butt," and was years ahead of it's time. we also recorded "rear end incident," but we haven't found that one yet in the archives. our only other song was a cover of "thunderstruck" by AC/DC, so the catalog is almost complete...









rogue didn't even get hit by a car at this party! good girl!



finally, we get to my florida trip. bridge and big J were the hostesses with the mostesses, and showed me a gay ol' time (not literally, as is usually the case with bridget). while they did nothing to sway my position on never moving to florida until my much later years, i did have a great time in O-town, and will happily go back to visit soon. after visiting the NY portion of friends who have ditched me in minny, of course.















next, it was off to the grandparents. the lovely deenihans drove me from orlando to fort myers, and i can't thank them enough. especially after seeing how much gas was down in that piece. good god. cars might as well run on hardee's monster burgers now, since gas is the same insane price.

the family is doing well in the southland. soon, the purmorts will be present in every state in the union.