Too Depressed to Rent a Box

I just can't bring myself to rent one. I'm supposed to have one. I actually own two of them. Tomorrow (as I post this) I will try to borrow my neighbor's again. He actually mentioned yesterday that he accomplished whatever it was he had brought it back to his house to do.

In the meantime, I checked out that E74 report on Yahoo. I went to email Xbox about whether or not that applied to E71 or E79 (and if any of that even mattered for the Box-parts I bought off some guy on Ebay). However, despite their comment field having a very obvious character-counter that actually would not allow me to type more than 1000 characters into the field, my email submission was denied because the comment was more than 500 characters. So, in true Bluntana fashion, I asked them why they're so incompetent and then threatened to buy a Playstation (instead of accomplishing anything useful).

But, I digress (always and forever)...

The main point is: I'm too proud to rent something that I already own; and, more importantly, I'm the type who puts so much effort into being lazy that it makes the avoided action seem like a nap. You know, like, for example, when you don't want to get up for the remote, so you try to fashion a poking tool out of the nearest long-thing you can grab from your chair, then stretch as far as you can and spend twenty minutes groaning over a stupid idea that ends with you just getting up and changing the channel (but forgetting to grab the remote while you're up so it happens all over again). Or, similarly, when you could've just returned your Xbox to Target four years ago when it started the Red Ring of Death straight out the box... yeah. I'm not proud of myself (but, I'm still too proud to rent... okay, too depressed to rent).

And, now, assuming that I will get my hands on my neighbor's box tomorrow, the official rosters are...
...written down at home (yes, I prefer to do these blog things at work because otherwise I could be staring at a wall for up to 4 hours at a time).

But, I know, for sure:

Jake Voskuhl
Mario West
Tarrence Kinsey
Joel Anthony
Yakouba Diawahra
Nathan Jawai
Darnell Jackson
Chris Douglas-Roberts

Cheikh Samb

Anthony Morrow
What's His Name Dudley (Suns... Dudley, right? The one that looks like he should be in a bad rapper's entourage... with the grossest braids I've ever seen... you know who I'm talking about).
Sonny Weems
The Collins Twins


Okay, memory's failing. Help me out here. Or, more likely, I'll find the rosters when I get home and end up posting them before you even read this.

And, finally, I hope you and Dan B learned your lessons: never encourage the blunted version of Scarface until he's actually finished the task at hand (though I do appreciate the support in these trying times).