The Gilbert Arenas Project

Let's just go ahead and get things out in the open. Yes, Gilbert, you brought a couple of firearms into the locker room. And yes, Gilbert, you got yourself suspended for the rest of the season. And yes, Gilbert, looking back on it, this probably wasn't one of your better days as far as judgment is concerned. But I own no gavel, I am not here to judge. However, there is the undeniable fact that you no longer have any of your salary for this year. And to be entirely honest, the rest of your $111 million is kind of up in the air as well. I'm no genius, but I have to believe you need to find a way to make up some of that cash without pawning those super fresh throwback Nikes you used to rock at Arizona. Afterall, you've got bills to pay like the rest of us.

Here's where I come in. I say you accept the situation, even embrace it. Make it your own. The High Noon Hibachi. BOOM!!! What was that, you ask?! Oh nothing, just your future...smacking you in the face with dollar bills and licensing rights. Your very own comic series. I've even thrown out the first cover for you, because I am just that nice of a guy. But this is only the first step. I'm seeing an Adult Swim cartoon, action figures with the Kung-Fu grip, High Noon Hibachi lunchboxes, 1-piece pajamas for the children with the feet that snap at the bottom, the possibilities are endless. So Gilbert, if you're out there and you like what you hear, give me a call. My number is 555-55....55. If Indiana Jones picks up, just hang up and try again.

Also, I feel it is appropriate at this time to let everyone know my area of expertise is definitely NOT public relations. This probably wouldn't go over too well. Anywho, I gave it my best...all you can ask for, right?...

The Justice Cooler

Ahhhh the water cooler. What a grand American tradition. The annoying, pointy little cups. The high quality H2O. The enlightening conversations about awful reality TV programming. The Batarang practices leading to slippery floors and potential lawsuits. It's true, every office has a water cooler, apparently even the Justice League Headquarters. And Batman has clean-up duty for the next month. Which is terrible, because word is Wonder Woman always leaves the microwave a mess.

Boondak Syndicate Cover Art

Mixing in a little business with pleasure here on the site...dangerous, I know, but I had to do it. Just finished up the cover art on Boondak Syndicate's new album "The Backyardigans", which should be released sometime soon, early March I want to say. But for more info, check them out at www.boondaksyndicate.com. And for more info on myself, check me out at www.kevjuice.com, which is the site you are currently on, rendering the previous sentence absolutely useless. Awesome stuff there by me. This entry needs to end soon.

Coachasaurus Rex

That right there folks, was a horribly executed attempt at an obvious dinosaur/first name joke. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. It's Super Bowl Week, so what better time to put a picture up of someone who is not involved in the game? Ol' Rex was in the news this week though, as well as his right hand, a certain finger, and pixelation. But it was at an MMA fight and you put a camera phone in his face...Does this result shock you??? No matter, everybody here at Kev Juice (Me, Myself, and I) are big Rex fans. In fact, I may be late turning in my Coach of the Year vote for him....dahhhhh, he should do fine without me...