Friday, April 28, 2006

Here's the story: “RBI Game Six” Story

But sometimes these news websites make you pay for the story, so here's the important link:
RBI Game Six

In a nutshell, unemployed guy recreates bottom of 10th inning of game 6 of the '86 Mets / Sox World Series on a first generation Nintendo.

My Fraternity in the News

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

This could be my last post. I purchased 5 tickets for tonight's $265,000,000 Megamillions lottery.

Good office prank: Link. It beats the hell out of operation stinky cheese.

Monday, April 17, 2006

I received an e-mail from Jason Broome. He's playing a gig at my old fraternity house on Friday. Well, actually, at their new house, but c'est la vie.

* Keep it focused on breakfast products. I don't want to hear about any french fries. Link

From best to worst:

FOUND magazine

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My Receipts





Friday, April 14, 2006

This probably doesn't mean much to some of you, but I watched A History of Violence (2005) tonight and saw a guy actually get his nose pushed into his f***ing brain.

Looks like every retired general the army's got is calling for Rummy to resign. Zimm, you're retired, please comment.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

No sense of smell. I couldn't smell the smoke everyone else did as we exited the building during a fire alarm. As we got closer to the ground, "yup, I definetely smell smoke." We exited onto the street and smoke was billowing out of the garage. Nothing. I'm told it was a dumpster fire. As I crossed the street to my garage, I passed a man going the other way. "Burn baby, burn. I love this [mumble mumble]."

I can't taste anything either. I think that's why I drank so much wine last night. Yup, the cheap stuff goes down easier if you can't taste it.

Monday, April 03, 2006

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Stuffed nose, taste buds shot. Kids are germ merchants.

I was out working in my yard in suburban Baltimore when I hear this woman screaming "aaaaahhh. aaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaah". Before I can turn around and look, I hear the a dog barking, "ruff, ruff, ruff." More screaming. I wheel around and see the woman is a jogger and who is in fact quite close to me, and she's literally screaming at the top of her lungs. "aaaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaah." The woman runs into my neighbors driveway and jumps on to the back of their mini-van. She's standing on the bumper screaming, "aaaaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaah." I hear the dog, again. "Ruff, ruff, ruff". Across the street, I see the beast and its owner chasing after it. This monster, which I have now identified as the "standard schnauzer", has moved to the edge of its yard "ruff, ruff, ruff" "She's very friendly," the man calls out. "aaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaaah. aaaaaaaaah." I'm not sure if it was the owner picking up the great beast from across the street or if the jogger actually saw the dog that was menacing her, but she stopped screaming, hopped off the minivan and continued to jog down the street. The man, my caddy-corner neigbhor whom I've never met, with the dog now subdued in its arms, moved towards his backyard. The whole thing was absurd.

I just saw this, "Rep. Tom DeLay will announce on Tuesday that he will not seek re-election and will leave Congress within months." This makes me happy.