Is Nash taking shots at AI?

I was recently searching for movies on youtube featuring my man-crush Steve Nash. I stumbled upon a few which made me wonder if he was purposely making fun of Allen Iverson or if it was just a coincidence. Since it appears to be Magic Media Month here at Sesquipedalis I decided to share the movies with you(Or is it Awesome Annual Alliteration day?).

To fully understand what I'm talking about you should first watch the now famous footage of Iverson in a post game interview. If you're a basketball fan of any kind you've probably already seen this, but even if you have seen it you'll probably still find it amusing.

Now watch these two videos of Steve Nash

Nerd Word(s): ______ Crush

_____ Crush
- Proper Noun

1. An attraction (generally to) a member of the opposite sex segregated by a specific domain(ie Work Crush)

[ Origin: In my youth I gave up on finding a woman, and therefore gave up on crushes all together. After breaking up with Stacey I decided I needed a crush, and forced myself to have one on a cute Chilean girl in my class. Little did I know it would open the floodgates and I soon found it necessary to label my crushes so as to differentiate them. ]

- examples
1. (ex)Neighbor Crush - You'll have to guess:

2. Building Crush(At work) - Linda?(editor's note: I need a new work crush and will be accepting applications)
3. Famous Crush - Tina Fey
4. Man Crush - Duh
5. Lesbian Crush - Angela
6. Reader Crush - You. Seriously.

Jesse through the ages

My most recent blog crush did an entry with pictures of her in the past. I enjoyed the idea and since my mom recently had me scan in some pictures I thought I'd do the same.

That would be me in the front and Josh in the back. We were(are) rednecks from Arkansas, so I'd assume this is just how things were done. (I thought it best to start with a naked pic to keep the ladies interested)

When I was four we moved to Germany. One of the big things I remember from the time was going on "walks". We would do these long organized walks(Like a team hike, only not so much mountainous). I think I wore that silly hat all over Europe.

At seven years old we returned to the United States to a little place called Arizona and I haven't left since. As we were about to leave Germany my mom and dad sat us down for a family talk.

"How would you feel about having a little brother or sister" they asked.
"Great!" Josh said realizing he'd have another minion to assert his will over.
"Quite frankly I don't think we need one" I replied after careful consideration of the monetary responsibilities that another child would bring.

As usual mom sided with Josh on this one. It probably helped that she was already pregnant.

And thus Mory(Miranda, featured in pink) was born.

Note: This appears to be the point where the size of my head started spiraling out of control

Yeah, I used this picture earlier, but it bares repeating. This is my best friend James and I at 8th grade graduation. Important things to note in this picture:

• I'm standing a step or so in front of James to give the illusion of height.
• James was by no means "tall"
• I've got my official "huge nerd watch" as proof that I'm no Johnny Come Lately to the dork scene.
• That's probably one of only 5 times I've had a tie on in my life.
  
  

Half way through high school I finally looked like I was about 12. Note the ears had finally reached critical mass.

In college I grew the hair out to give the illusion of age and hide the ears. As much as people make fun of me for it now, it apparently worked. I had also hoped that the long hair would make me a better guitar player. That part unfortunately did not work.

Eventually the hairline started receding, and much like Luke facing Vader I finally found my destiny and got chubby.

I hope you've enjoyed this walk down memoryembarassment lane as much as I have. If you're a fellow blogger feel free to do the same.

Nerd Word(s): You see what I did there?

You see what I did there?
- question

1. A way of (re)pointing out a particularly obvious joke so as to give it more emphasis.
2. A way of pointing out a particularly obscure joke so as to enlighten someone else.

[ Origin: Unknown ]

- usage
1. While watching Star Wars:
Han Solo: She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts
Me: I'm going to start calling your mom the Millennium Falcon.
Sean: *cries like a girl*
Me: Yeah, you see what I did there?

See what I did there?

Geremy(Todd) mentioned to me that he was surprised I hadn't written about this yet. To be honest I just wasn't sure if I was ready to or not, but I think the time has come. I'm ready to talk about it.

Sometimes things just fall in to place out of nowhere, and you think they're perfect. An unexpected love seems like it could never falter as if some invisible hand is writing your story. You put faith in this "thing" because the only logical explanation is that it was fate. This perceived perfection removes even the possibility of things ever "turning sour".

Then you hit the inevitable bump in the road. Suddenly fear takes over. Doubt rushes over you like a tidal wave that you can't possibly stand against. Soon all the things you held to be true in this world are questioned. Was it real? Was it a lie? Is the world truly round?

Eventually we deal with these wounds. It's life. Either they heal, are displaced, or the rift is mended with the once "true love".

The above of course describes my past year. The excitement came to an abrupt close over the summer in a way that I wasn't particularly prepared to deal with. At first I thought maybe it was time to move on, give up the ghost, stop carrying the torch, but when that little Canadian hit his first pull up three pointer this season I was hooked again and realized I had been fooling myself.

Go Suns.