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Sweet. I wonder if I can pick up a "tUoOS" t-shirt at the university bookstore.

Heh. Let's not be hasty here. I just like messing with you guys. God, you guys salivate at the mention of that guy's name! Its creepy.

Eh. If this guy is as good as advertised, he might not stick around that long. I'm just curious to see how Tress adapts the offense to his skills. That's the part of this that hasn't made sense to me from day one--why a guy with this skill set would volunteer to play in a system that is likely to tie one arm (and maybe a leg or two) behind his back. Even in Troy Smith's Heisman year, I thought there was a tendency to under-utilize most of their offensive talent.* * - I also might be the only resident of Columbus who finds myself critiquing Tress moreso than I ever did Cooper...which doe

Less Thank You Think>Drone>Spiders>Drone>Reservations>Drone>Poor Places>Drone>Spiders>The Other One>Space>Drums>Dark Star>Casino Queen>Drone

Wait...you guys still have a team up there?? That's cute. So when does football practice start, anyway? Maybe that other coach you guys snagged from WVU will have better luck with his team. I'm actually relieved that OSU didn't make it. Its so much easier to objectively fill out a bracket when you don't feel obligated to advance your alma mater at least a round or two. I don't have the "divided loyalties" problem this year since Georgetown is the only one of my favorite teams that actually made it...and I like their chances.

Well, the Buckeyes stunk it up today. Probably shot their tourney chances to hell. Oh well. The great thing about being an alum of a football school is that its easier to shrug it off when they lose in other sports. Now I can get back to the more serious business of cheering on Georgetown.

Yeah, if it wasn't for being underpaid and the constant fear of the company folding, it was a pretty ideal place to work.

Yeah, I'm a programmer and the last couple jobs I've had have been for companies that make financial software. Its mostly the banks we work with that insist on testing us. For some reason they get all uptight if we get zonked and make the teensiest little mistake like misplacing the decimal point while processing transactions and adding a couple zeros on the end. Although, come to think of it, at my last company we routinely kept a fridge full of beer in the office. I guess that was ok. And, thinking about everyone I worked with there, I don't believe for a second that everyone passed t

Damn, I missed it!

No. Well, sorta. Pavement almost single-handedly introduced me to the world of indie rock, and for that I will probably forever buy anything that SM does. Even if I haven't really loved anything since Wowee Zowee. His solo albums have all been hit and miss for me. I'm giving the new one its first listen right now, and so far I think I like the sound of it better than any of the other SM records, but it is still not really clicking 100%. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. I dunno what Pavement albums you've tried to get into, but Crooked Rain is a pretty user-friendly place to start. If yo

Zits, man. Chocolate is a motherf@#%er.

It makes me sad when Maryland doesn't make the tourney, mostly because I'll miss watching Gary Williams' "my head is about to explode" antics:

Allman Bros - At Fillmore East Grateful Dead - Live/Dead, Europe '72 (going with the user-friendly choices rather than referencing DP Vols. #1 through 48,735.5)

You mentioned Gravity's Rainbow--a book which is probably directly responsible for my hesitance here. I like Pynchon, too, but that book has proven to be one of the more maddening experiences of my reading career in that I will come to it and read avidly for the first few days and then I inevitably put it down for a few days and when I come back to it I'm like "Wait, WTF is going on?? I can't even remember what I just read a few days ago!" And I end up starting over and the cycle repeats itself endlessly... Somewhere on my list of things to do before I die is "Finish reading Gravity's Ra

I have commitment issues with that book. It was on my to-do list for the longest time, but realistically I don't see it happening. If I was ever going to read it, it would have had to be when I was younger and had an infinite amount of free time. With my current reading pace of 5 pages here, 20 pages there, I would probably be lugging the same book around with me for the next 15 years, and that is just bound to do some damage to my spine after a while. (that book weighs more than a Volkswagon!)

What lists? I've added everybody on this site to my ignore list.

I'd go see that.* * Though I doubt they'll be coming to my neck of the woods since I think they only played sheds when they got together last year and my local outdoor venue is now sitting empty and surrounded by bulldozers, waiting for somebody to buy the land.

Snarky comment rescinded, then. This is honestly the first article I have actually read on this subject--so far the headlines have told me all the relevant info without having to wade deeper (ie, Spitzer caught, Spitzer resigns)--and so I just happened to pick the article that talks about the escort's musical ambitions. I just assumed it was a trend.

My first exposure to them was seeing them play live at some festival while they were promoting "Ladies & Gentlemen..." I loved it and immediately ran out and bought the album...which, frankly, doesn't really do anything for me. There are a couple tunes I kind of want to like, but nowhere near as cool as I thought they sounded live that day.

Spitzer's escort: 'I love who I am' On the bright side of all of this, I bet somebody is going to get a record out of this publicity.

Not true. I have always been passionately semi-interested in his music.

I can't find it either, but I remember it well. I was simultaneously ecstatic (because it was awesome) and freaked out (because of the way he clutched his ribcage on the way into the end zone). As long as we got some Skins fans here, I've got two words for you guys: Timmy Smith

Does it get any better than Art Monk? I don't think so. I posted a Riggo pic a few pages back--I held back from also posting the Hogs and the Fun Bunch. Thought it might be overkill. Add in a young Cal Ripken and Eddie Murray and my childhood sports shrine is complete. Oooh, another one. Rod Langway. Helmets? We don't need no stinkin' helmets!

Allman Bros Band, The (and/or Bob Marley) Creedence Clearwater Revival Dismemberment Plan, The Elvis Costello Fugazi Grateful Dead Hold Steady, The Isaac Hayes? (I'm kind of low on "I"s) John Lee Hooker Kinks, The Louis Armstrong Morphine Neil Young Otis Redding Pavement Q and Not U Rancid Sonic Youth Tom Waits Uncle Tupelo Van Morrison Wilco X Yo La Tengo Zappa, Frank

Yep. I started off with singing "My Darling" to my firstborn, as well. Though, as time went by, Tom Wait's "Coney Island Baby" has taken on a special significance for her. My second daughter I used to sing Neil Young's "Helpless" and Wait's "Ol' 55" when she was first born. No logic behind those song choices--they just popped into my head to sing to her and she liked them, so I kept singing them. My third daughter really likes the Grateful Dead. So, I dunno, maybe "Truckin'" or something.