Thanks for the numbers we hit over the weekend. Light posting this week, I'm taking a mini-vacay up to North Georgia for some time in the mountains.
Also, I know it's about time to get your season ticket paperwork in. If anyone is able to order 2 extra seats to Oklahoma State let me know, I don't think my contact is going to have that flexibility with his point level.
If you are able to get me a couple of tix we'll meet before the game and find a bar somewhere in the Gomorrah-esq town of Stillwater and the first round's on me.
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Important Dates
Just so you know:
28 more days until G-Day.
176 more days until Kickoff in Stillwater.
...these can't come soon enough.
28 more days until G-Day.
176 more days until Kickoff in Stillwater.
...these can't come soon enough.
(occurances that shall not be named)
As many of you know I'm a slightly superstitious person (see GameDay traditions) and I hesitate to bring this up for fear of jinxing it. Therefore I will refer to them as (occurrences that shall not be named).
You know what I'm talking about, and it is still early yet. But I think the best way for the Georgia Bulldogs to prove they are serious about improving team discipline would be to completely eliminate off-season (occurrences that shall not be named).
Of course, like I said, it's still WAAAAAY early. But the fact Everyday Should Be Saturday already has their Fulmer Cup scoreboard up again shows it's openseason for off-season (occurrences that shall not be named).
A tall order? You're damn right it is, do you know how tough it is not to jay-walk in Athens?!? But the coaching staff has gone so far beyond beating a dead horse on the penalties/discipline issue it is nearing the point of necrophilia and molestation charges. There is a fiery red-headed team leader who is stepping up to take charge and will play Little Spoon to no one...well...except.......you know.
So that's my challenge to the Dawgs this Summer. Focus on your game, not your downtime. This will prevent off-season (occurrences that shall not be named) AND improve your skills/talent. If you want to party, party in the weight room. You can do either to the point of vomiting...believe me I know because I puked in the bushes outside the Marietta Salvation Army office when I thought I could hang with my wife's bootcamp class.
Our 2009 class is finalized, we got who we wanted. Now it's time for the coaching staff and upperclassmen to step up and mould these guys into NO LIMIT SOUL-JA's so we don't get our fudge packed when I make a trip down to Jacksonville this Fall.
GATA!
...also Happy Friday, suckers.
You know what I'm talking about, and it is still early yet. But I think the best way for the Georgia Bulldogs to prove they are serious about improving team discipline would be to completely eliminate off-season (occurrences that shall not be named).
Of course, like I said, it's still WAAAAAY early. But the fact Everyday Should Be Saturday already has their Fulmer Cup scoreboard up again shows it's openseason for off-season (occurrences that shall not be named).
A tall order? You're damn right it is, do you know how tough it is not to jay-walk in Athens?!? But the coaching staff has gone so far beyond beating a dead horse on the penalties/discipline issue it is nearing the point of necrophilia and molestation charges. There is a fiery red-headed team leader who is stepping up to take charge and will play Little Spoon to no one...well...except.......you know.
So that's my challenge to the Dawgs this Summer. Focus on your game, not your downtime. This will prevent off-season (occurrences that shall not be named) AND improve your skills/talent. If you want to party, party in the weight room. You can do either to the point of vomiting...believe me I know because I puked in the bushes outside the Marietta Salvation Army office when I thought I could hang with my wife's bootcamp class.
Our 2009 class is finalized, we got who we wanted. Now it's time for the coaching staff and upperclassmen to step up and mould these guys into NO LIMIT SOUL-JA's so we don't get our fudge packed when I make a trip down to Jacksonville this Fall.
GATA!
...also Happy Friday, suckers.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
New Cah'
I finally found a replacement for my truck some douchenozzle totalled when he ran into me. I'm now the proud owner of a 2009 Honda Pilot. It's well equipped, got a 100K mile Honda warranty, and I got it $1,000 BELOW Kelly Blue Book's dealer invoice.
So in honor of my new toy, I give you Frank Zappa with a moving rendition of Joe's Garage straight into Why Does it Hurt When I Pee? Of course Joe's Garage is the only relevant song to this post, but I can't edit out the latter movement (pun completely intended).
In the Frank Zappa movie, his role is destined to be performed by Dustin Diamond.
So in honor of my new toy, I give you Frank Zappa with a moving rendition of Joe's Garage straight into Why Does it Hurt When I Pee? Of course Joe's Garage is the only relevant song to this post, but I can't edit out the latter movement (pun completely intended).
In the Frank Zappa movie, his role is destined to be performed by Dustin Diamond.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Comparison: Rotten Apples to Oranges
...if Paul Westerdawg doesn't have to update, then I don't either!
Sorry posting has been light, work is a harsh mistress right now.
Until then I want you to check out my buddy The Goat(or as his ambulance chasin' lawyer buddies call him "Joe")'s blog, A Lucid Interval. At the moment he's covering mostly Braves stuff but I'm sure once football season rolls around he'll be all over the Dawgs.
As a little backstory, The Goat was one of my college roommates. Over the course of the second half of my freshman year this made him completely repulsed by the following:
-Pink Floyd
-Older women
-PT Cruisers
-Roommates who only wear band t-shirts
-Roommates who only sleep on the couch
-Ramen
-Green throw-up on St. Patricks Day
-Red throw-up on Valentines Day
-Pastel colored throw-up on Easter
-Miller High Life
-PEZ
He put up with a lot of my crap until I moved into the fraternity house...then he was able to reach equilibrium while my life continued to spiral out of control.
Last year he did travel with me out to the wasteland of Columbia, SC for the nightmare of a football game the Dawgs played against USC. Sure it was mid-90's, no wind, no clouds, no shade, no gas on the drive home...but Georgia won so I shouldn't complain. It could have been worse though, if I was a USC fan I would have to spend 1/2 a season out in that warehouse district.
Sorry posting has been light, work is a harsh mistress right now.
Until then I want you to check out my buddy The Goat(or as his ambulance chasin' lawyer buddies call him "Joe")'s blog, A Lucid Interval. At the moment he's covering mostly Braves stuff but I'm sure once football season rolls around he'll be all over the Dawgs.
As a little backstory, The Goat was one of my college roommates. Over the course of the second half of my freshman year this made him completely repulsed by the following:
-Pink Floyd
-Older women
-PT Cruisers
-Roommates who only wear band t-shirts
-Roommates who only sleep on the couch
-Ramen
-Green throw-up on St. Patricks Day
-Red throw-up on Valentines Day
-Pastel colored throw-up on Easter
-Miller High Life
-PEZ
He put up with a lot of my crap until I moved into the fraternity house...then he was able to reach equilibrium while my life continued to spiral out of control.
Last year he did travel with me out to the wasteland of Columbia, SC for the nightmare of a football game the Dawgs played against USC. Sure it was mid-90's, no wind, no clouds, no shade, no gas on the drive home...but Georgia won so I shouldn't complain. It could have been worse though, if I was a USC fan I would have to spend 1/2 a season out in that warehouse district.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Movie Review
Since the Orson Charles story is now old news, I decided to post a movie review from my latest trip to the cinema.
Last Friday my buddy Adam Riggins (from the critically acclaimed AdamRiggins.com) invited me to go see Watchmen with him. I'd seen the previews and thought it looked cool even though I knew little to nothing about the movie.
The laughs started before the movie as we discovered a shared affinity for sneaking outside food in. Adam had a large soda from McDonalds stuck in his coat jacket (draped over his arm) and I had a dozen buffalo wings, a small order of chili-cheese potato wedges, celery, bleu cheese dressing, and a 40oz of King Cobra in the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt.
To sum it all up, if you're a fan of Richard Nixon, sex scenes, excessive gore, slo-mo action shots, incredible special effects, and you've always wanted to see a dude from Blue Man Group do full frontal nudity...then you'll love Watchmen.
The storyline was a bit of a mash-up the hardcore fans knew about. However, walking in not knowing anything other than these are a bunch of superheros I've never heard of, I was able to follow it well enough. The only problem was the dang thing lasted for nearly 3 hours and seemed to drag on during some parts. Sure it's for "plot development" but I wasn't so impressed with the story I felt it justified 3 hours.
Oh well, if you're familiar with the graphic novel or going with some other guys I say go for it. Chicks won't be impressed but if nothing else they'll get to see some wieners which I think balance out the boobs for the guys, it's really basic nudity to viewing pleasure mathematics.
Just whatever you do, don't refer to it as THE Watchmen while in line to purchase tickets...all the Georgia Tech fanboys will be quick to correct your titular misnomer. I'm sure the fact they know the proper name of a graphic novel from the '80s gets them poon lined up and down the block so more power to 'em.
Last Friday my buddy Adam Riggins (from the critically acclaimed AdamRiggins.com) invited me to go see Watchmen with him. I'd seen the previews and thought it looked cool even though I knew little to nothing about the movie.
The laughs started before the movie as we discovered a shared affinity for sneaking outside food in. Adam had a large soda from McDonalds stuck in his coat jacket (draped over his arm) and I had a dozen buffalo wings, a small order of chili-cheese potato wedges, celery, bleu cheese dressing, and a 40oz of King Cobra in the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt.
To sum it all up, if you're a fan of Richard Nixon, sex scenes, excessive gore, slo-mo action shots, incredible special effects, and you've always wanted to see a dude from Blue Man Group do full frontal nudity...then you'll love Watchmen.
The storyline was a bit of a mash-up the hardcore fans knew about. However, walking in not knowing anything other than these are a bunch of superheros I've never heard of, I was able to follow it well enough. The only problem was the dang thing lasted for nearly 3 hours and seemed to drag on during some parts. Sure it's for "plot development" but I wasn't so impressed with the story I felt it justified 3 hours.
Oh well, if you're familiar with the graphic novel or going with some other guys I say go for it. Chicks won't be impressed but if nothing else they'll get to see some wieners which I think balance out the boobs for the guys, it's really basic nudity to viewing pleasure mathematics.
Just whatever you do, don't refer to it as THE Watchmen while in line to purchase tickets...all the Georgia Tech fanboys will be quick to correct your titular misnomer. I'm sure the fact they know the proper name of a graphic novel from the '80s gets them poon lined up and down the block so more power to 'em.
Friday, March 6, 2009
EXCELSIOR!
Dear Head:
SUCK IT!
Love,
-Heart
Orson's a Dawg!
If we win a National Championship in the next few years I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have knock it over and shatter the blasted thing into a million pieces.
SUCK IT!
Love,
-Heart
Orson's a Dawg!
If we win a National Championship in the next few years I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have knock it over and shatter the blasted thing into a million pieces.
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