Revisiting Tildebang

Last night was wacky. From a bar experience that covered the good/weird/bad gamut in 45 minutes flat, to my severe overestimation of my ability to quickly imbibe malt liquor, it ended with vomit for one, temporary tattoos for two, and headaches for most, I'm sure.

To start it off, though... I was incorrect about Tildebang. That, or they were just off back in March when I saw them previously. The set at Ruby's was really tight, Adam looked alternately joyous and nervous while completely rippin' it, and I'm sad that I'll never be able to see what might have been with this band.

I made the mistake of boasting that I could annihilate Edward 40-Hands in half an hour's time. I did this while sharing space with Nathan Renkes. He obliterated me. Not only that, Andrew beat me out. I had to settle for third (thanks, Chops). However, I wasn't passed out at the end of the night like the other three, so who's the real winner, huh? My time: 90 minutes. Renkes took care of biz in 40. I bow to his superior gullet.

I want to see License to Wed, solely because I have a man crush on John Krasinski. You know, the guy from The Office. Funny I should mention that show...



I'm shameless.

Essentially, this has just become a Jenna Fischer picture blog

I'll post stuff, talk about my day, what events transpired, try to give you all a cursory chuckle. But let's be serious. Everything's a prelude to the post ending Jenna picture. I've come to terms with it. It's okay.


Ahhhh, that's better.

Sorry. I couldn't wait until the end of the post. I don't know how I'm going to top this, though. Sallying forth.

University of Oklahoma had to vacate all of their 2005 season football victories because they were PAYING PLAYERS. Poor Cody. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously though, you pay guys to play for you and the extent of your punishment is a vacated season (which means nothing, ask Ohio State), and the loss of a whopping TWO scholarships? They shouldn't even be bowl eligible this coming season. Got off LIGHT.

So, I went to the first part of a six week discussion group at my church last night. The focus is on God versus Science, and it was pretty lively as far as discussion went. Nice cross section of folks, I learned a lot, and I can't wait to go back next Thursday. Point of interest; I wore my Zombie Squad t-shirt to the session. I had second thoughts walking out the door, but if you stop and consider that Jesus himself was actually the most famous zombie there's ever been, I suddenly felt bad about all the years I've been going to church not wearing a Zombie Squad shirt. Sorry, Jesus.



~! the band is playing what looks to be their final show at Ruby Tuesday tonight on Summit. I've only seen them once up to this point, and it really wasn't my cup of tea, despite having the best band name this side of Poco. I will give them my money and my time tonight, however. Farewell, Tildebang. We hardly knew ye.



Speaking of musical endeavors, everyone hop on over to http://www.mediafire.com/?9ztpoebmegv and download Andrew's 12 track "mixtape". It's better than cancer. Well, maybe not the Poets of Rhythm track, but there's some choice cuts on here all the same.


It's creepy that this exists.

I don't think I can go out like that. Something good... something good.

I'm going to see Jimmy Eat World in two weeks!


NAILED IT!

PEACE, CONNECTICUT!

UNKRUNKABLE~!

The night never ends when you start the pitchers at 7.

Quite the broccasion, though.

Not a whole lot to complain about. Just minor things. I'm looking at you, alternate "Psycho Killer!"

I think we had discussed trading up to LaBatt at some point. To be honest, I'm glad we stuck with Bud Light so I could continue to MELT AWAY THE POUNDS.


My night did not end with Jenna Fischer grabbing me by the tie and pulling me close to her. Anything less is just a god damn shame.

Dinkin' Flicka

I had dinner with Andrew, watched the last six season two episodes of The Office, the new Patton Oswalt DVD, and the first season three episode of The Office. Then I went over to Annie's new apartment, ate some boss angel hair pasta, and watched the first four season two episodes of How I Met Your Mother. So... big day.

Cripes All Friday... Saturday... Kennedy

I figured that now was as good a time as any for a redesign, and I must say, I LIKE IT. My number one goal is to lead a more interesting life in the latter half of 2007, thus giving me more things to post about. But how to kick off the third (fourth?) era of this blog? ...PICTURE PARTY!


Do I even need to caption some of these?


Again, what can be said? Dude was commanded to wank, apparently.


I fucking hate Ewoks. Have you ever seen "Caravan of Courage" or "Battle For Endor"? Fucking terrible. Dave, Chops, and Renkes all have big problems with my Ewok hatred. Fuck those guys. Ewoks suck.


He's NOT gay.


I hate most of these cat pictures, but for some reason, I can use this one.


This is incredible.


Stacy is still mad hot, and "Transformers" was a super cool movie.

On a closing note, fuck Chris Benoit. Hopefully that's the last time I'll mention it here.

PEACE!

Check this space on 07/07/07

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

BALLIN'

The Buckeyes need to adopt this as their logo.

It Is Finished

I'm home. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. More later. Too tired.


Me as a sleepy cat.

Eurotrip

Yes, Michelle. Free them... free the Trachtenbreasts.

Well, I'm off in a few hours, bound for the mighty and most worthy Federal Republic of Germany. Ten days of the ease and convenience of the Euro. I can't wait. I'll be taking copious notes and making every effort to bore you to tears while I'm overseas at Internet cafés, so I'll spare you a preview of all the art and culture and bullshit for now. What I'd like to address is what I'll be missing out on, though. I have a list. Okay, here we go.

1. Getting my new e-fed off the ground (NERD NERD NERD)

2. The release of The Hills Have Eyes 2 (now with less DOUG~!) and my fear that people will see it without me.

3. Next week's RAW and THE SUPERKICK OF FUCK that I'm sure is to come.

4. Playing through Shenmue again (this is something I can do at any time, but I just dug it out of a drawer and I'd been looking for time to get into it).

5. Next week's editions of America's Next Top Model and that "Be a Pussycat Doll" show that I haven't learned the name of yet.

6. Some of the final precious days of Jonathan's life.

7. The next seven episodes of Pardon the Interruption and the NCAA tournament analysis they would bring.

8. Oh, and the FUCKING FIRST FOUR ROUNDS OF THE NCAA TOURNAMENT. Woeful trip planning.

Hate hate hate.

Anyway, I'm off to the races. Go Bucks, go Cena, Go Diego, Go!

A Boy and His Dog

I was planning on posting something next week before I left for Europe, but something happened yesterday that I thought was worthy of mention.

In December of '05, I wrote about my good friend Ben and his passing away where he was stationed in Hawaii. It was a terrible thing to lose him so young, and I don't think a day has gone by since then that I haven't thought of him or his young wife and daughter.

Yesterday, Ben's dad Michael called and told me that Ben's dog Sparky had died. He was 15.

Sparky's always been connected to Ben in my mind. His sister got a cat, so Ben had a dog. It was his dog. Sparky slept in his room, he played with him, took him to the beach on vacations with us. The first three quarters of Ben's life, when I knew him best, they were inseparable when Ben was at home. So whenever my parents and I would go over to Charleston and visist Ben's parents this past year, it was nice to see Sparky, old and gray as he was, still beboppin' around. And now he's gone. And in a way, it feels like Ben's been taken all over again.

I don't want to get overdramatic about a dog, but I guess the two were just so connected in my mind that it was inevitable that I'd be a little teary about it. He was a really good dog, just a little Jack Russell that never hurt anyone and was a friend to Ben unconditionally. I'll miss him.