Monday, March 19, 2007

I'm a soldier

Since I haven't updated in a while I'm gonna throw some crap up here and see if it sticks.


Don't underestimate banana's role in the war on terror. In other words -- THE WAR ON TERROR IS TOTALLY BANANAS! That "my hands are bananas" video I posted a couple months back probably got me on the FBI's watch list. jerks.








FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NO!











Uhhhh... apparently I am now the computer guy in the newsroom, which kind of sucks, but it does give me reason to be even more surly than normal. YOUR WELCOME!
Seriously though. Today I had to present the new computer system to some random suit named Nilay Pradesh (probably not his real name).






MALA-HALA-MALA MAHA-AHMALA.


what? no dirty work?



And since that probably doesn't make any sense I should probably wrap this up and stew over some sort of epic Shane Victorino vs. David Akers confrontation. PEACE

Monday, March 12, 2007

Everywhere: exploitation. Where's the rock?


"God is dead, and no one cares. If there is a hell, I'll see you there."
-NIN

So I was watching "Live from Baghdad" the other day. I think its a quality flick, mainly its insider journalistic shit. And something about the biggest rainforest ever and defacing the graveyard. That's deep.
It's Probably the best Michael Keaton performance outside of Batman. He's no George Clooney but it's still all true as far as I'm concerned. Peter Arnett is dead!


And here for your possible enjoyment is the five best X Files episodes ever as determined by me when I watched the entire series stoned senior year and then tried to remember.

5. Dreamland (2 parts) - This is the one where Mulder and the dude from Area 51 switch bodies. Probably wrong but I am too lazy to come up with something else.

4. Home - Fucked up inbred family. This episode was banned from reruns because it is disturbing as all hell. SPOILER ALERT! The mom has no arms or legs.

3. Bad Blood - Scully and Mulder recount a case of the mistaken vampire to hilarious effect. Oh Scully and Mulder, you are so different, yet so the same. Also they really were vampires.
Gypsy Vampires.

2. Jose Chung's from Outer Space - I still have no idea what the hell happens in this episode, but the mere appearance of Alex Trebek AND Jesse Ventura, teamed up no less, warrants its inclusion on this list.

1. Humbug - The intrepid agents respond to a mysterious call ... at the freak show. Needless to say, the late character actor Vincent Schiavelli (seen below) is a man whose little mutant conjoined twin lives inside his stomach when it isn't running around the circus area killing midgets. That. Just. Happened.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Where's Aaron McGruder when you need him?


Have you seen the new South Park? I'd sum it up as a libertarian treatise on race relations in the US plus Cartman fighting a twin midget from the late night informercials. Down with the sickness? I totally don't get it.

But seriously, is Boondocks ever coming back? I enjoyed that show more than The Office.

And for that matter, where's Rage Against The Machine when you need them?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Peace, Love and Fires


I was trolling Reddit last night and came across the top 10 corporate moments in rock n' roll from Earvolution
I was disappointed the whole Napster/Metallica spat didn't make it, but in no way can I argue with the top choice. Woodstock '99. Here's what it said.

"Raping their own legacy and sinking to deplorable depths of capitalistic corporate behavior, Woodstock's organizers tried one last time to milk a dollar out of 3 more days of peace love and music. To counteract the storied legions of festival-goers who crashed the gates at the original Bethel, NY concert and its 1994 Saugerties, NY sequel, Woodstock 99 took place at the well-defended Griffiss Air Force Base in Rome, NY. The fenced in, concrete covered space not only kept anyone without a $150 ticket (a steep price at that time) outside the gates, it also trapped in the 90 degree heat. Bringing life to the grizzly yet surefire marketing concept of selling water in the desert, the festival's organizers were more than happy to hydrate the sweltering fans - for $6 a bottle. Contrary to the spirit of brotherhood fostered at the original Woodstock, everything at Woodstock 99 was for sale, with corporate tents and ATMs set up throughout the grounds. By Sunday night, the breaking point had been reached. Limp Bizkit's "Break Stuff" seemed to inspire many in the crowd to recklessness and by the time the Red Hot Chili Peppers launched into Jimi Hendrix' "Fire," rowdy, lawless fans had attacked numerous booths, ruined a great deal of merchandise and destroyed the Woodstock myth beyond repair. Woodstock 99's desire to wring every last cent out of their franchise, to the point of turning the crowd into a dehydrated, captive mass of marketing targets for food, water and merchandise, created the circumstances that led to the perfect storm of revolt against the "noble" corporate goal of maximizing profits at the expenses of the most communal, anti-commercial festival in rock and roll history."
-David Shultz

Ahhh. so very true. Enjoy Woodstock 99, brought to you by the same people as "My Super Sweet 16" on MTV. I mean, I was fucking there, man, and that's what it was. The lines at the ATMs were 20 deep, until they all ran out of money late in day 2. Around the same time as the epic East Stage night line-up of Limp Bizkit, Rage against the Machine and Metallica. During Limp Bizkit's set, people started tearing 10x4 planks of plywood off of somewhere and crowd surfing on top of them. And then someone stole Fred Dursts hat. At least the slogan for the weekend was "inked, pierced and ready to rock."
Fucking shills.

Really the only positive memory I have left besides "bobbin and weaving in the old GB" is Sean trying to regulate the fire-building due to his status as a volunteer fireman back home. Which usually meant we needed more wood from the "peace wall." Even the guy with a clown face painted on his cock and balls couldn't brighten the day.





"You wanna go to the all night rave in the giant hangar that used to hold B-52s? No, not the B-52s, its not a Love Shack."









But seriously, nothing says Woodstock like "killing in the name of"


edit: watch for the girl "having a tough time crowd surfing" appx. 1:30 in. Woodstock '99 the gift that keeps on raping!

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Campaign 2008(?) I report, you decide

Since I haven't injected any bellig politics in a while, consider this.




Or perhaps this.




YOUR 2008 Presidential candidates america!

1st saw both these videos at Wonkette.

uhhhh ... G4?

I gots to throw something up here, but writing news stories about No Child Left Behind and Healthcare Reform with a local connection takes it out of you.



I was watching an epic episode of Arrested Development on G4. Apparently they have some show called Ninja Warrior that seems to be a cross between American Gladiators and MXC. Color me intrigued.









"This is a $60 banana suit! COME ON!"














Thats really all I have for now. A couple posts may be in the works. And by in the works I mean I am drinking miller high life.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

The team to beat


I really don't know where I'm going with this, and its a pretty blatant ripoff of The Dugout, but they didn't do anything on this topic so whatever.

Jimmy Rollins is holding a press conference to defend his recent statements that the Phillies are the 'team to beat' in the NL east in 2007.


Phillies PR phlack (Ed Wade):
OK everyone, Jimmy is coming out to answer your questions.

Belligerent Philly Press: murmur murmur

J-Roll: Wassup Nukkas. Watchall want?

Beat writer: Mister Rollins, what explanation do you have for proclaiming the Phillies the team to beat? You return basically the same team that finished 12 games behind the Mets last year.

J-Roll: You dumb cracka, you know'll J-Roll don't answer to nothin but J-Roll, and also J-Ro on occasion. Get it right kid. *slaps beat writer upside the head

Beat Writer: Sorry sir, I mean J-Roll, but about my question ...

J-Roll:
Gyeah mang, you know how we do

Beat Writer: You still didn't answer my question

J-Roll:
Fuck off nukka, you gotst to let someone else speak on this

Stephen A. Smith: IS IT TRUE THAT YOU RAN A TRAIN ON SEVERAL OF CHASE'S CHICKS LAST NIGHT? ALSO DO YOU HAVE ANY CHEEZ DOODLES?

J-Roll: Shit man I ain't sure we wore dem hos out, but Chase is gettin hitched so somebody gotta take care his bitches. Victorina don't play as no caboose. *tosses bag of cheez doodles

Fatass Bill Conlin:
We're getting off topic, I think I speak for everyone here when I say you cannot make proclamations about the phillies being good when I am king of the world.

J-Roll:
Yo, who let Jabba up in here. Seriously man, how the fuck are you still alive. You are a disgusting human being.

Fatass Bill Conlin:
*eats Stephen A's cheez doodles

Beat writer: J-Roll, come on, you have to have something to back up your boasts that you are the team to beat.

J-Roll: Aight listen up sucka, we got the best young team out there. Ryan Howard, Chase Utley, Victorina, you can't hate on the field. And da pitchers beat wives and slash foos with machetes in the offseason. Straight bangin' yo.

Beat writer:
But Urbina isn't even on the team anymore right? He's in prison in Venezuela or some other South American country in which he lives and kills people.

J-Roll:
Yo I tweren't talking bout no Urbina, I was referrin to a man named Eude Brito. Dude is off the hinges, he's fuck yo mom with a tire iron. Check it.

At this point Eude Brito runs across the room and stabs Bill Conlin in the chest with a tuning fork.

J-Roll:
See what I mean, tuning forks ain't even sharp and he made it rain on that fatass POS.

Fatass Bill Conlin: aaaarggghghgh my liver *dies

Beat writer:
OK point taken, I will now back slowly away so as not to disturb you further.

Eude Brito:*Pulls tuning fork out of Bill Conlins corpse. Tunes voice. Sings.
Ai ai ai-ai, I am the Brito Bandito!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

When I die I want my remains shot out of a cannon


"Sometime later, on the other side of the fire, I heard two Angels several feet behind me. They were sitting on the ground, leaning against the bikes and talking very seriously while they passed a joint back and forth. I listened for a moment, keeping my back to them, but all I heard was one emphatic sentence; 'Man, I'd give all the weed in the world to clear up the mess in my head.' I quickly moved away, hoping I hadn't been recognized."

-Hunter S. Thompson, Hells Angels


The doctor of gonzo journalism has been dead for two years now. I don't really have anything else to say, but I figured I'd mark the occasion with this video of Gary Busey ruminating on Hunter's genius. Cause that's sure to make sense.


Thursday, February 15, 2007

I like crackers, stupid



Because I haven't updated in nearly a week, and because this blog is nothing if not experimental, here's some Phillies related haikus I wrote while waiting for a boring-ass township meeting to start.

58 dingers
always enjoys going deep
drop bombs on bitches

fans best whipping boy
patrols left like Luzenski
suck me beautiful

compact lefty stroke
so dastardly and Utley
fuck freddie mitchell

crazy ass catcher
metaphysical and shit
back to the future

only got one ball
cannot hit Randy Johnson
shut up you fat fuck


Thats all I got done before the meeting started and I had to listen to local residents whine about softball fields or some bullshit.



Another post might be coming sometime soon. To whet your appetite -- it could be on such diverse topics as the Patriot Act, Anna Nicole Smith being dead, frogs, Isaac Asimov, smoking bans in public parks, Mr Belding and Tony Romo singing Journey, or the effects of combining 40s and box of wine. So refresh constantly just to be safe.

Friday, February 09, 2007

BEHOLD THE AWESOME POWER THAT IS RYHO


I don't want to say RYHO is a beast, but he most certainly hits a baseball like one. I mean, I cannot wait til he and Bryant Gumbel go one on one in an interview and RYHO eats him. Airing Monday on Real Sports.

I really wants to post a "RYHO hitting bombs" video here, but sadly, none exists. Can't even get video of his straight-away centhz upper deck RFK dong. I would fuck him like he was Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction. Uhhhh....

ANYWAY, to complete the utter gayness of this post -- check out the best video I could finds on this here Interblag that is Phillies related.


(Kudos:Scrapple & Iggs)

Sunday, February 04, 2007

The 10 greatest drinking games OF ALL TIMES ... honorable mention

Might as well throw this up here now cause I have zero other ideas until baseball season starts.

Kings:

Another good game for a good sized crowd of people who don't necessarily know each other that well. Spread a deck of cards in a circle on the table around a cup (the "King cup"). The rules can vary, but here's what I can remember:
2-drink two
3-give three
4-social
5-something
6-something else
7-i don't care
8-fuck you
9-Bust a rhyme. Say a phrase, next person "busts a rhyme." Whoever fails to make a rhyme or rhymes with the same word drinks
10-I never
Jack-Categories. Choose a category (ie brands of beer, bill paxton movies, whatever -- get creative). Failure drinks
Queen-Question. Turn to someone in the group and asks a question. That person then turns to someone else and asks something else. Whoever breaks sequence has to drink.
King-Pour some of your drink into the King cup. When that last King is drawn it ends the game and that player has to drink the King cup. It can be interesting if strangely different drinks were poured in it. The combination of whiskey sour, rum and coke and miller lite is outstanding. I suggest you try it.



Wine Game:
Pretty simple concept. Pass around a bottle/jug of wine, preferably one of those big Edward Carlos Rossi gallon jugs. Each person chugs as long as they can, while everyone else chants "WINE GAME! WINE GAME! WINE GAME!"
And whomever finishes the bottle gets to go out in the street and smash it.



I'm told this is a fun game for catholics, cause they can pretend the wine is the blood of christ or something. Mmmmmm, that's good Jesus blood.





F*ck the dealer:


Another card game. Dealer holds the cards. Next person guesses a number. Dealer says higher or lower. Person guesses again. If they are right, dealer drinks. Wrong, they drink. Guess right, guess again. Guess wrong, dealer moves to the next person. Three wrongs in a row and the dealer passes the deck. Also, the cards get laid out on the table as the game goes along. The last dealer gets screwed.


Edward 40 Hands:



Tape a forty to each of your hands. Duct tape works well.


Century Club: Shot of beer every minute for 100 minutes. The big brother of power hour. And never play the "30 pack Challenge."

OK, thats it I think.



Yeah I am done.

Friday, February 02, 2007

too soon?

Thursday, February 01, 2007

The 10 greatest drinking games OF ALL TIMES ... runner-up and champion

This would have been up earlier, but I found the RBI baseball drinking game and after a few clicks discovered some sort of RBI baseball subculture on the Interwebs.

Anyway, lets finish this thing.

2. Baseball. Even though it's only been played a couple times, it is incredibly awesome. Its like a combination of cups and beirut and baseball plus a million. If only I had known about in college. Single tear. Here's the setup:

I recommend you print this out and tape it to your forehead.

The rules are the same as baseball, a miss is an out, 3 outs per inning, 9 innings per game. Best played with 3 people per team, but 2 is OK and 1 can suffice for the truly hardcore.

The twist is stolen bases. At any point when you have runners on base, you can run over to the side of the table with the stolen base cup and flip it. Someone on the other team needs to be alert and run over as well, if the offensive player flips his cup first, its a steal. Vice versa is caught stealing. Never has stealing home been so fun and easy.



And remember should the champion be unable to fulfill its duties for any reason, Baseball would take over as number 1. I don't know what that means.


1. Cups The grand champion. So diverse and awesome. Be it playing 20 on 20 against sketchy frat boys from Michigan, who then fuck their girlfriends/sluts under the pool table in the chapter room -- or 60 games of 2v2 against Rymac and Ryno on the sundeck on a lazy friday afternoon -- or even a cups tournament in the Kave where your partner injures his shoulder a couple days prior but still tries to compete with his arm in a sling, probably doing further damage to said shoulder -- This game is a winner and winners play this game.



Everyone should fill their beers an equal amount. I personally prefer less beer per round and more rounds. First person drinks, sets their cup on the edge of the table and flips it 180 degrees so it lands upside down. Then the next person drinks and so on. First team to the end wins.

Some versions of this game stand out:
Guys v Girls: Always good for some nice old fashioned sexist remarks, This also pairs well with strip cups and pants down/shirts off cups.
Survivor: Losing team must vote off one of their own. This can result in backroom strategy, not to mention one person drinking 7 cups of beer to match up with the other team.
2v2: For the intense competitor. Playing thousands of games of 2v2 led to such terms as "reset time" referring to how fast you could flip again after a missed flip and "cups czar" of which I am an emeritus.
Random bets: One particular instance was when Heuch and I decided the losing team had to go pick a fight with DK. Which I did by walking up to him, throwing his hat and slapping him upside the head. That was a good night.

Strategy. One of the greatest things about this game is the shit talk. After someone misses a few flips they tend to get flustered, which can be augmented by screaming in their ear. Also don't be afraid to use 2 hands. While the rules concerning number of hands are sketchy at best, chances are in the heat of the game no one will call you on it.




"What are you talking about guys? That flip was legit."











So there it is, get out there and drink everyone. In putting this together I realized there are many other games that deserve their due, an honorable mention if you will. So that post may be coming. Someday.

I'll leave you with the godfather Duke Denevi creating his own variation of beirut. He describes it as " me spinning around 10 times on a baseball bat and then trying to throw a beer pong shot, while being harried by dogs."
I'm not sure its as good as all that, but the maniacal laugh/classic point at the end are fantastic.


Wednesday, January 31, 2007

BAHAHAHAHAHA





I blame Meatwad.

Chances are if your reading this you know what Aqua Teen Hunger Force is, but in case you don't here's the wiki that explains the Mooninites

The 10 greatest drinking games OF ALL TIMES ... #3-5

After much consideration, deep thought and whiskey, lets continue the countdown.

5. Asshole. Really this is just the token card game, with all apologies to Kings. Playable by any number of people. The object of the game is too get rid on all your cards. Play starts with the 3 of clubs then continues where each person has to play a card of equal or greater numerical value. You can also play doubles (ie 2 sevens) or triples, after which only doubles or triples of higher value can be played. If a card is played on another card of the same value, the next player is skipped and must drink. If you can't make a play, drink. 2s clear the pile. 4s can be played on anything and are a social. If all you have left are 2s you can give them away by holding them up in the air for some quick thinker to snatch away. And one optional variation is if a player has the completion of a set of 4, they can throw it down out of turn, also clearing the pile.
The first person to get rid of all their cards in the first round becomes president. Second=vice president. The hierarchy continues down to the last person, the asshole, who must deal the cards and clear them during the game. During the game the president rules and can make anyone drink or whatever. But while dealing the asshole can order out drinks. Positions change after each round, and moving around the table in accordance with rank is suggested. A three-term president gets to make a rule.
OK I think thats it. I never realized how complicated this game actually was. Also, a google image search of "asshole" is illadvised.


4. The Triathlon. This game is not for the meek. In fact it is 3 games in 1. Two teams of 2 square off in an epic battle of caps, beer pong and finally cups.(Note: I realize cups has not yet been mentioned in this countdown, but its a simple game really -- drink then flip cup. Also, this is the version of beer pong played with paddles, if you don't know what I'm talking about see earlier in the countdown.)


Basically you play all three of these games to 15, starting with caps, then beer pong and finally cups. Each team should have a 30 pack to start, chances are it will be gone by the end. COnsequences of playing this are unpredictable, but whoever wins has bragging rights for quite a while. For example I remember CW and Denevi making a run of beating several consecutive challengers. In my defense, I was playing with Charlie. But Cullen and I eventually took them down, leaving Denevi to barefootedly scream gibberish about "stupid cubs fans" and CW hopelessly clinging to an exposed beam in his room while imitating Snarf from Thundercats. Ahhhhh, good times.

3.Beirut aka Beer Pong.



The classic ping pong ball throwing game. Once again two teams of 2, take turns throwing the ping pong ball at each others pyramid of cups. Honestly if you have never played this before, you are an idiot. But heres a diagram to help out.



House rules are in effect, ie just make shit up as you go along, and then in later games adhere to the same rules. Although if a team makes both their shots, they get the ball back.
When playing at a big party, get a list of challengers going, winner stays on the table.
Another interesting variation is to play "full contact" where a player can run over to the other side and try to get their ball back if it caroms wildly after a miss. Although that can result in violence or locking yourself in the laundry room while some maniac bangs on the door with a chair.


Thats it for now, big finish coming later tonight. One game is obvious, but whats the other?

when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro



Top 10 drinking games to be concluded Wednesday afternoon/evening, probably. Shut up Denevi. I have been deliberating feverishly over the past few days on the final order.
This is really hard!

But anyway heres a couple random things to tide you over.

First a quote that I've been thinking on during the past couple days:

"You have the emergence in human society
of this thing that's called the State
What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy
It is the PO-lice department. It is the Army, the Navy
It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you
This is the State -- it is a repressive organization
But the state -- and gee, well, you know,
you've got to have the police, cause...
if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to
yourselves!
You'd be killing each other if there were no police!
But the reality is...
the police become necessary in human society
only at that junction in human society
where it is split between those who have and those who ain't
got"
-Chairman Omali Yeshitela




And here's the music video for Wolfmother's "White Unicorn"
Damn dirty hippies.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

wayne rooney is dirty

I've been waiting for this to appear on Youtube so I could post it.




I mean, chip to the top far corner? That is just obscene.

RIP Barbaro, 2003-2007

Thank god that horse is glue.



Picture from mighty mjd somewhere.

Actually dead Barbaro is chock full of photo illustration goodness.

For example:
A little over a week ago The Onion once again struck gold
Deadspin
With Leather
Deadspin from this past summer, but so much more appropriate now.

Also, Jeremy Schapp just said that Barbaro is affirmed or something. I'm pretty sure he is familiar with the free verse of Dee Mirich.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

win the lottery

Sixers could be so fucking real if they lose. Go for the odds you stupid fucks. GREG ODEN.

Iguodala is for real, but only as a sidekick. He's like a cross between Scottie Pippen and Kobe Bryant.




I like the part where he hits his head on the backboard. Also the backside windmill.
Nate Robinson is a little bitch. I could kick his ass, metaphorically.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

The 10 greatest drinking games OF ALL TIMES

So I got a call tonight from someone who I'll call "the godfather" of this blog. And he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Well actually I could refuse, cause he lives 4 million miles away and I am soooo lazy. But nevertheless, he made some good points and here we are.

This could be a running feature, where I go in depth on every game and do some sort of countdown to number 1 with crazy stories and all, but chances are I'll lose interest in that after a couple days. So we'll split the difference. Here's the beginning of the list, with more in depth shit as we get closer to number one.

The criteria are determined but not entirely understood by me. Fuck what you think, I am the decider.

First observe the unofficial mascot. The patron saint of all binge drinking: Nude Heuch Keggy.





















Now here we go.

10. The cigarette burn game. In this a game you take a cup and fasten tissue paper across the top with a rubber band. Place a penny in the center of the paper and fire up some cancer sticks. Everyone need not smoke but the more the better. One person will burn the tissue paper with their cig, and the next guy has to drink while the tissue paper is burning. Eventually the penny will fall, but do not doubt the freakish strength of tissue paper. Whoever makes the penny fall has to drink a whole beer or do 8 shots or something.

9. Keg Race.
2 teams, each with their own keg. Whoever runs dry first wins. Its inadvisable to play this with less than 15(?) people per team. For all you crazy frat boys out there, it makes for a good competition between pledge classes. Seniors always win.

8. Quarters. There are many variations on this simple game of bouncing quarter into a shot glass/mug/ice cube tray/strippers vagina but my personal favorite is speed quarters. In which you flip the quarters into 2 or more shot glasses as fast as you can, racing around the table. Anytime someone gets passed they must drink. Also, don't forget variations where someone can make a rule if they make 3 in a row, ie chandeliers.

7. Beer Pong. With all apologies to my east coast homeys this version is played with paddles. Teams of two hit the ball back and forth at the 2 cups set up on each side. Hit the cup=1 point, losers take a sip. Put it in=3 points, losers pound the rest. You can counter if the ball hits your cup, but not if it goes in (no shit). Honestly, this isn't even that good of a game (sorry CW), but it comes into play later in the countdown.

6. Caps. Ah caps. Truly a mans game. Sit in teams of two, teammates next to each other on the floor, across from the opposing team. Fling caps at the other team's cup, positioned between the two teammates. Sinking it means the other team must drink a full beer between them. No "half beers" and damn sure no "pussy caps" where each teammate only has to take a sip. A made cap can be countered by a made cap from the other team. no points are exchanged on counters but it continues in order as long as caps are made, only the threat of drinking remains as punishment of a miss. Many variations of this game exist as well. Standard rules are to 11, win by two. STEEL CONDOMS!














There truly is nothing better than a caps league, complete with running commentary on all the games from Hertel. That crazy bastard is probably dead now.


Stay tuned for the top 5, coming sometime in the next week if I feel like it.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Super Bowl build up

First let me say, I am pro Bears. Frankly I want this guy on my side.


All I know is if I don't offer some sort of SUPER BOWL preview/ analysis this blog is fucking worthless and probably against everything I stand for.

Hmmmm. I am definitely for the old Super Bowl replays on NFL Network. For ezample here is a horrible ghetto-style screenshot of the steelers defensive line in 1979.


And here is a steelers linebacker with his hand down his pants.


Thats it for now. I've got nothing funny to say, so here's a crocodile eating cinderella. I did not make it and have no idea where it came from.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

I am posting this for my own edification

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh soccer.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

thats a shame

For all those depressed eagles fans out there, enjoy this.
Its Eagles highlights from 2004(?) set to Prodigy's "Smack My Bitch Up"




And remember, theres always Romo

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Its a bird ... Its a plane ...

ITS B-DAWK!

So there's kind of a big game on Saturday. Playoff game in the Superdome. I'm going to avoid making a Katrina joke, cause thats just in bad taste.

This mspaint masterpiece is from Kissing Suzy Kolber.

I do think thats how G-Dub wears his hats.

Monday, January 08, 2007

If I'm still working at this newspaper a year from now, shoot me in the head


"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING STUPID SON OF A BITCH. SERIOUSLY, FUCKING STAB ME IN THE MOTHERFUCKING EYE." -Me

You know why my job sucks? The Eagles won a playoff game today, and I still hate the world right now.

Not to mention this afternoon before work I caught the matinee of Children of Men, which fucking rules. Seriously. Strawberry Cough.

So, to recap:
-"my team" wins playoff game
-best movie in the theater in the last 5 years
-i just punched myself in the eye hard enough to give myself a shiner

Two resumes are getting mailed out this week. So long West Chester, its been fun.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Late Breaking: Tree Goats


There's another picture here

Bonus points awarded to anyone who can tell me what language they speak in the land of tree goats.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Halloween in Madison


This post has been a long time coming.

Two out of the three riots I've been in where in the same place on the same day of the year. When thousands of Badger students, along with students from all over the upper midwest gather in the land of cheese and beer it tends to get a little crazy.

First time:

I drove up with a bunch of NU peeps + Jenny. Not sure exactly what happened. A few memories remain:

Heuch, aka my nemesis, getting hit on by presumably gay dudes because he was rocking the sailor costume. I really wish I had that pic of him with the big black dude in a tutu.
Jenny (drunkenly) driving us back to Evanston in Joe's car (with Joe and Paulie passed out in the back). A two and a half hour drive. Good old Dodge Avenger. For american 90s era beater cars, the Avenger is only surpassed by the Ford Taurus.

My costume consisted only of glue-on fangs, a black hoodie and fake blood. Sketchy at best, especially cause I kept scaring the shit out of random people. Also, thats where the fake blood came from.

Second time:

This time I was living in Madison, so I got the full weekend experience.

The first night we got drunk sans costumes, I forget where.

I think we ended it at city bar, Melville and I, and we were walking back up State St. talking shit to anyone who would listen. Mostly each other.

Some chick in a bumblebee costume walked past, and Bob proceeded to heckle the shit out of her. I believe the gist was "YOU ARE A FAT BEE!"

So this leads to her accompanying dudes getting in Bob's face, and eventually tackling him. The one guy has him pinned to the ground. All I see is this random guys back, so I hit him repeatedly in the kidneys. That guy pissed blood the next day. We fled back to our house, fortunate to avoid arrest by the plethora of Police who were out, presumably to prevent events such as this.


The next night we all went out.

Roster/Costumes

Me/Sketchy Lil' Jon, and later after I met up with Adams, some sort of ridiculous gangsta
Bob/Agent Smith from the Matrix, not from Men in Black
Warden* and Maker/ the Bow(?) brothers, aka some crazy-ass fuckers they know who may have mullets
Pietro/Drunk Italian with a mustache?
Snight/something lame I'm sure (may or may not be a real person)
later we met up with John Adams/Lil' Jon

there were probably others there, but I forget

We went to some apartment party and took control of the keg, administering keg stands at leisure. After we got thrown out of there, and Bob tossed a beer on one of the hosts as the elevator door closed, we hit up State St.

This is all a blur, but I do remember Warden slapping ass and drunken video hijinks. I wish I had that video. I think Warden was interviewing random people on State street. Impersonating some sort of video producer kicks ass.

Yeah -- so neither time was I actually in the riot, but thats just cause I was smart enough not to get tear gassed.

*Warden=Rehfuss

Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Years, bitches

This post was delayed unfortunately, I started it on New Years Eve Day, but decided it would be a better idea to be on no less than 5 drugs at the same time. Took a little while to recover. At least now I have some more resolutions that could actually come true, besides "don't ever go back to Vegas"



"You and me, we'll all go down in history, with a sad statue of liberty, and a generation that didn't agree." -SOAD

So if your not stuck in 2006 like French protesters, here's some crap for your general edification in the new year.
Four out of five Fainting Goats agree, these 5 pieces of (old-fashioned) media are worth checking out. I saw them all in 2006, so there's your poorly conceived connection with new years. Enjoy.

5. Hells Angels by Hunter S. Thompson. This strange and terrible saga from the doctor of gonzo journalism put him on the map. Worth reading, especially if you enjoy the good doctor's work.

4. Brick. Out on DVD right now, I might even let you borrow it. Here's the tagline: A teenage loner pushes his way into the underworld of a high school crime ring to investigate the disappearance of his ex-girlfriend. Its even more awesome than it sounds.

3. Layer Cake. You know that guy who is the new James Bond? Yeah this is better than anything he'll do as 007. Its also on DVD -- and Encore just about everyday. Plus it has yayo.

2. The Daily Local News. Just kidding.

1. The Wire. Ground-breaking. Genius. Shakespearean? My shitty adjectives cannot do this show justice. Somebody please fucking watch this so I can talk to you about it. Seriously.

Thats it kids. I'll be updating this BS periodically, just to keep it from becoming one of the so-called 200 million abandoned blogs. Maybe I'll even put up a review of Children of Men after I see it. And drunken belligerence.