Friday, February 11, 2005
I Was Wrong, There I Said It.
I've been corrected!
I received this message from my friend Jered, thanks man:
"hey man...actually marissa's little sister being away at boarding school was brought up quite a while ago...they just haven't talked about it much. Even though it was akward (which may have been on purpose due to marissa's lesbian inexperience but quite possibly also just bad acting) you have to admit seeing those two chicks kiss is hot...the chick that play Alex...wow, gorgeous, the only reason I'd kick her out of bed is to fuck her on the floor...oooh baby"
More Corrections Welcome. I'm a less than good source of information.
Until Later.
I received this message from my friend Jered, thanks man:
"hey man...actually marissa's little sister being away at boarding school was brought up quite a while ago...they just haven't talked about it much. Even though it was akward (which may have been on purpose due to marissa's lesbian inexperience but quite possibly also just bad acting) you have to admit seeing those two chicks kiss is hot...the chick that play Alex...wow, gorgeous, the only reason I'd kick her out of bed is to fuck her on the floor...oooh baby"
More Corrections Welcome. I'm a less than good source of information.
Until Later.
Billie Joe Armstrong... how about a punk rocker getting arrested for drunk driving and blowing a .18.
How about a Bill Gates mug shot? Who the fuck smiles in their mug shot...
Leaders and Followers
Read Mo Vo. 2 today. Good thoughts on Dubya and his foreign policy.
Following Jesse's lead here...
Song of the Day: "My Own Country" by Pennywise
Movie of the Day: The Sting
Movie line of the Day, Can you name the movie?: "Trent, the beautiful babies don't work the midnight to six shift on a Wednesday. This is like the skank shift."
Following Jesse's lead here...
Song of the Day: "My Own Country" by Pennywise
Movie of the Day: The Sting
Movie line of the Day, Can you name the movie?: "Trent, the beautiful babies don't work the midnight to six shift on a Wednesday. This is like the skank shift."
Like Water Down the Drain
It's been a few days, I hope you all enjoyed Dirty Forehead Wednesday.
I missed some class today because I stayed up too late, slept too long, and used an inept alarm system. Do I care? No, I do not.
Thursday Night TV Report:
Ok, I was wrong; that wasn't great -- eventful, but not great.
Caleb and Ryan playing pool? C'mon... cheesy, but I did like the The Color of Money reference.
Seth's meltdown was ammusing, but dragged on too long... how long before a return to Portland?
Kirsten finding out about Sandy kissing Rebecca ought to have Seth hitting the high seas again.
What's up with that story line? They don't need; there's enough going on. And they had to ruin the only character who up to that point had no major flaws. The voice of reason for the show is tainted. He should have just smoked up with her instead.
Finally, a Marissa and Alex kiss, but no Mischa Barton has been involved in the two worst, most uncomfortable looking on-screen kisses I've ever seen. She really sucks.
I'm glad they finally explained where Marissa's little sister went, you had to wonder about that.
That reminds me, The OC's creator Josh Schwartz was supposed to be doing a new drama series called "Athens," but apparently that show has been scrapped and they are doing an OC spin-off centering around Marissa's little sister at boarding school. Yeah, that will suck.
I wonder if Summer and Zach banged?
How long before Summer's comic book character stand up thing is on Ebay for like $500?
I did predict one thing right: Julie Cooper was due to fuck some shit up and her plot has begun.
This show is without a doubt in a downward spiral. And at this rate, will be on a maximum of four seasons -- and the fourth season will blow ass. They need to slow down on the absurdity, chill out, have some fun again. This is not good.
TILT:
I watched the fourth episode of TILT last night and was extremely bored. The writers are trying so hard to put in some really creative, quotable dialogue... and it's obvious; it sucks, it's falls into the same category as movies that suck, like The Fast and the Furious and its illustrious sequel. Jesse, made a good point last night that Tilt is moving too quickly, they needed to set up the characters a little more and how they got there. They are in the fourth episode and already they have reached the point where they have been heading since the beginning. It is very clear that movie screenwriters are writing this show and tv writers. They are moving the plot along much too quickly, almost like they are expecting the show to get canceled after 12 episodes, which wouldn't bother me.
What do you expect from writers who have written two movies starring The Rock?
This weekend has so much promise... I don't even know where to begin.
Go Badgers. Go Blugolds. C'mon T-Wolves... wake up! Pitcher and Catchers are on their way. March and April are great sports times... March Madness, Spring Training and Opening Day... now only if we could have the NHL to add to the list. I'm really looking forward to conference tournaments this year... the Big Ten and ACC should be excellent.
Take Care.
Deets Out.
I missed some class today because I stayed up too late, slept too long, and used an inept alarm system. Do I care? No, I do not.
Thursday Night TV Report:
Ok, I was wrong; that wasn't great -- eventful, but not great.
Caleb and Ryan playing pool? C'mon... cheesy, but I did like the The Color of Money reference.
Seth's meltdown was ammusing, but dragged on too long... how long before a return to Portland?
Kirsten finding out about Sandy kissing Rebecca ought to have Seth hitting the high seas again.
What's up with that story line? They don't need; there's enough going on. And they had to ruin the only character who up to that point had no major flaws. The voice of reason for the show is tainted. He should have just smoked up with her instead.
Finally, a Marissa and Alex kiss, but no Mischa Barton has been involved in the two worst, most uncomfortable looking on-screen kisses I've ever seen. She really sucks.
I'm glad they finally explained where Marissa's little sister went, you had to wonder about that.
That reminds me, The OC's creator Josh Schwartz was supposed to be doing a new drama series called "Athens," but apparently that show has been scrapped and they are doing an OC spin-off centering around Marissa's little sister at boarding school. Yeah, that will suck.
I wonder if Summer and Zach banged?
How long before Summer's comic book character stand up thing is on Ebay for like $500?
I did predict one thing right: Julie Cooper was due to fuck some shit up and her plot has begun.
This show is without a doubt in a downward spiral. And at this rate, will be on a maximum of four seasons -- and the fourth season will blow ass. They need to slow down on the absurdity, chill out, have some fun again. This is not good.
TILT:
I watched the fourth episode of TILT last night and was extremely bored. The writers are trying so hard to put in some really creative, quotable dialogue... and it's obvious; it sucks, it's falls into the same category as movies that suck, like The Fast and the Furious and its illustrious sequel. Jesse, made a good point last night that Tilt is moving too quickly, they needed to set up the characters a little more and how they got there. They are in the fourth episode and already they have reached the point where they have been heading since the beginning. It is very clear that movie screenwriters are writing this show and tv writers. They are moving the plot along much too quickly, almost like they are expecting the show to get canceled after 12 episodes, which wouldn't bother me.
What do you expect from writers who have written two movies starring The Rock?
This weekend has so much promise... I don't even know where to begin.
Go Badgers. Go Blugolds. C'mon T-Wolves... wake up! Pitcher and Catchers are on their way. March and April are great sports times... March Madness, Spring Training and Opening Day... now only if we could have the NHL to add to the list. I'm really looking forward to conference tournaments this year... the Big Ten and ACC should be excellent.
Take Care.
Deets Out.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Home Again
Every time I won a big pot last night it was against either Jesse or Adam. I was up about 30 bucks from those two alone. Then I gave 15 to some dude across the way when I was in with AK and he was in with QQ. I hit a king on the flop, he hit his third Q on the turn.
It's really nice to be back on pokerpages.com, after a few stints on other poker sites. It brings me back to the days of signing up for the 11:30 freeroll with Will, Adam, Jesse, and Shane. It's kind of like being back where you feel your home is.
I'm looking forward to rolling in the 11 with JB tonight and playing some limit with the Connection, hopefully cleaning other people out this time.
You shouldn't shit where you eat.
Until Later.
It's really nice to be back on pokerpages.com, after a few stints on other poker sites. It brings me back to the days of signing up for the 11:30 freeroll with Will, Adam, Jesse, and Shane. It's kind of like being back where you feel your home is.
I'm looking forward to rolling in the 11 with JB tonight and playing some limit with the Connection, hopefully cleaning other people out this time.
You shouldn't shit where you eat.
Until Later.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Laughing at People is Fun
I have received the following two links from a few different people and if you are needing a pick-me-up during your day, then definitely check these out:
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Two
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Behemoths of the Gridiron and of the Stage
Saturday night I was in Stevens Point for the roommates' basketball game. They got beat, but they were a huge underdog going in and some things in life are going to happen no matter what you do, especially if you play a half-a-dozen different defenses in a very mediocore fashion against a good team. Anyway, you don't care about that.
You want to hear about what happened after the game, when we all came back to Wausau.
Here is the roster for the night's events:
The roommates: Will, Jesse, and Shane
Adam, Josh, and Nate, all East grads of 1997.
Scott and Cal - some Antigo compadres.
First we sat through a painfully long dinner at Green Mill during which all I wanted to do was get a pitcher of beer.
After the marathon dinner ended, we went to Pro Players, had a half dozen drinks, and watched Nate win 100 bucks from the Devil which is the blackjack machine.
Then we debated where we were going to go next. We knew it was either the default watering hole: The Dom - or it was the strip club: Grand Daddy's. We just didn't know what order it was going to be in. Some wanted to get more drunk before hitting up Grand Daddy's, some wanted to save the Dom for last so we could do a strip club rehash there over the night caps.
We decided on Grand Daddy's. We ran into a few high school friends, which was pretty much expected, then we all grabbed our drinks and a chair to take in some fine adult entertainment. About 20 minutes in to our visit, I feel my hair being pulled back and this woman says, "Come on, get up, let's go." I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck is this, just let me sit and watch." Well that wasn't going to work, grabbed me and I reluctantly followed her around to the other side of the stage. On the way I see a group of my friends giggling in my direction and I know what they've done. They bought me a lap dance from the oldest, ugliest, biggest, holiest stripper I've ever seen in any of my strip club experiences. She was probably about 35, not attractive at all, on the thick side of things - the only thing she had going for her was that she had some pretty nice tits.
So she ushered me into a private booth, told me where to sit and where to keep my hands. She started her dance by stratling me and we talked about where we were from and shit like that... Then I noticed that she has quite a bit of jewelry dangling between her thighs. So, being the curious creature that I am, I ask, "How many piercings do you have?" She responds by standing, spreading her legs, slightly turning to the side and saying, "Count them," in a very giddy voice. So, I start counting, and when I feel I have a pretty accurate guess, I say, "12?"
"Yep," she proudly says, as she dangles away. Josh coined her "the spiral notebook." What else are going to call a girl with 12 rings waiting there to bind paper together?
When she puts her hands on the floor and her feet over my shoulders, like she's doing a push up with her feet on the wall, I look past her and see my friends through the gap in the curtain that she didn't try hard to pull down at all. They are really enjoying every minute of this, me watching this behemoth of a woman shake her shit for me.
When the song was over I dropped a couple singles in her shoddy tip basket and returned to my friends, whose first question was, "Did you get a hard on?"
My response: "No, 0%, thanks a lot guys, you could have picked one of the handful of pretty attractive girls who aren't even close to 30."
But that wouldn't have been as fun for them.
The night concluded with the recap at The Dom and an unnecessary trip to Perkins.
For the Super Bowl our group, minus Antigo, came to Eau Claire to watch the game at our house. Jesse and I left the earliest so we could get back in time for me to make a crock pot full of Sloppy Joe's, or maybe since it was Super Bowl Sunday, Sloppy Montana's would be more appropriate.
Side note: Our house, my room especially, is so cold that I might have to take a break from writing this because my fingers are freezing. They are getting so cold that it is becoming hard to bend them. Good thing I don't have a girlfriend.
The Super Bowl:
Sloppy. If McNabb plays a good game, The Eagles win. Even in throwing for 350+ yards, he still threw some really horrible passes and seemed to be choking under the spotlight.
I won some bets during the game. I won the "Guy to score the first TD" bet and a few other in game bets. One of my MVP choices, Rodney Harrison, very well could have won that award, but you can't argue Branch getting it, even though if Harrison doesn't pick off two passes the Eagles win.
The Commercials:
Favorite: The cat and spaghetti one.
Overall: blah, fuck the FCC.
And this whole thing with FOX pulling the godaddy.com ad that was to run in the second half is just plain stupid.
America, HELP GET THE RELIGIOUS RIGHT OUT OF OFFICE! We'll all breathe easier then.
So that's that.
I found a few mistakes in the Sports Guy's Super Blog II, so I sent him this e-mail, we'll see if I can make a mailbag:
"Ok, I'm going to be your Stat Boy here and tell you about the mistakes you made in your Super Blog II.
Marissa and Alex have never kissed on The OC, as you said they have.
In your last pic from media day, you wrote in the caption that it was a "bird's eye view," however, the pic was taken at field level. A bird's eye view would have been from above.
About not winning an Oscar if the Wayans Brothers are in your movie... well, no one has, that I'm aware of, but, and I didn't have to look this up, I'm just a movie geek, Ellen Burstyn was nominated for her role in Requiem for a Dream, in which Marlon Wayans co-stars.
I also think your Coppola/Scorcese analogy for Parcells/Bellichick is flawed because Parcells doesn't have an Apocalypse Now! in his credentials, another stand out achievement. And, we'll see what happens now that Weis and Crennel are gone."
Until The Next Time.
You want to hear about what happened after the game, when we all came back to Wausau.
Here is the roster for the night's events:
The roommates: Will, Jesse, and Shane
Adam, Josh, and Nate, all East grads of 1997.
Scott and Cal - some Antigo compadres.
First we sat through a painfully long dinner at Green Mill during which all I wanted to do was get a pitcher of beer.
After the marathon dinner ended, we went to Pro Players, had a half dozen drinks, and watched Nate win 100 bucks from the Devil which is the blackjack machine.
Then we debated where we were going to go next. We knew it was either the default watering hole: The Dom - or it was the strip club: Grand Daddy's. We just didn't know what order it was going to be in. Some wanted to get more drunk before hitting up Grand Daddy's, some wanted to save the Dom for last so we could do a strip club rehash there over the night caps.
We decided on Grand Daddy's. We ran into a few high school friends, which was pretty much expected, then we all grabbed our drinks and a chair to take in some fine adult entertainment. About 20 minutes in to our visit, I feel my hair being pulled back and this woman says, "Come on, get up, let's go." I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck is this, just let me sit and watch." Well that wasn't going to work, grabbed me and I reluctantly followed her around to the other side of the stage. On the way I see a group of my friends giggling in my direction and I know what they've done. They bought me a lap dance from the oldest, ugliest, biggest, holiest stripper I've ever seen in any of my strip club experiences. She was probably about 35, not attractive at all, on the thick side of things - the only thing she had going for her was that she had some pretty nice tits.
So she ushered me into a private booth, told me where to sit and where to keep my hands. She started her dance by stratling me and we talked about where we were from and shit like that... Then I noticed that she has quite a bit of jewelry dangling between her thighs. So, being the curious creature that I am, I ask, "How many piercings do you have?" She responds by standing, spreading her legs, slightly turning to the side and saying, "Count them," in a very giddy voice. So, I start counting, and when I feel I have a pretty accurate guess, I say, "12?"
"Yep," she proudly says, as she dangles away. Josh coined her "the spiral notebook." What else are going to call a girl with 12 rings waiting there to bind paper together?
When she puts her hands on the floor and her feet over my shoulders, like she's doing a push up with her feet on the wall, I look past her and see my friends through the gap in the curtain that she didn't try hard to pull down at all. They are really enjoying every minute of this, me watching this behemoth of a woman shake her shit for me.
When the song was over I dropped a couple singles in her shoddy tip basket and returned to my friends, whose first question was, "Did you get a hard on?"
My response: "No, 0%, thanks a lot guys, you could have picked one of the handful of pretty attractive girls who aren't even close to 30."
But that wouldn't have been as fun for them.
The night concluded with the recap at The Dom and an unnecessary trip to Perkins.
For the Super Bowl our group, minus Antigo, came to Eau Claire to watch the game at our house. Jesse and I left the earliest so we could get back in time for me to make a crock pot full of Sloppy Joe's, or maybe since it was Super Bowl Sunday, Sloppy Montana's would be more appropriate.
Side note: Our house, my room especially, is so cold that I might have to take a break from writing this because my fingers are freezing. They are getting so cold that it is becoming hard to bend them. Good thing I don't have a girlfriend.
The Super Bowl:
Sloppy. If McNabb plays a good game, The Eagles win. Even in throwing for 350+ yards, he still threw some really horrible passes and seemed to be choking under the spotlight.
I won some bets during the game. I won the "Guy to score the first TD" bet and a few other in game bets. One of my MVP choices, Rodney Harrison, very well could have won that award, but you can't argue Branch getting it, even though if Harrison doesn't pick off two passes the Eagles win.
The Commercials:
Favorite: The cat and spaghetti one.
Overall: blah, fuck the FCC.
And this whole thing with FOX pulling the godaddy.com ad that was to run in the second half is just plain stupid.
America, HELP GET THE RELIGIOUS RIGHT OUT OF OFFICE! We'll all breathe easier then.
So that's that.
I found a few mistakes in the Sports Guy's Super Blog II, so I sent him this e-mail, we'll see if I can make a mailbag:
"Ok, I'm going to be your Stat Boy here and tell you about the mistakes you made in your Super Blog II.
Marissa and Alex have never kissed on The OC, as you said they have.
In your last pic from media day, you wrote in the caption that it was a "bird's eye view," however, the pic was taken at field level. A bird's eye view would have been from above.
About not winning an Oscar if the Wayans Brothers are in your movie... well, no one has, that I'm aware of, but, and I didn't have to look this up, I'm just a movie geek, Ellen Burstyn was nominated for her role in Requiem for a Dream, in which Marlon Wayans co-stars.
I also think your Coppola/Scorcese analogy for Parcells/Bellichick is flawed because Parcells doesn't have an Apocalypse Now! in his credentials, another stand out achievement. And, we'll see what happens now that Weis and Crennel are gone."
Until The Next Time.
