"What happened?"

Obviously, much more emphasis has historically been placed on efforts during the Fall season compared to anything else.  Only one example to prove my point is necessary, and it's the sticky tiled (or what's left of them) basement of the Bang House, an aftermath of the Spring term last year.  Now, we find ourselves in an interesting position.  Other than the Daddy and the Stingy Norwegian, all of the other six top players are in a total funk right now.  Let's see, Caddy is busy getting hit in the face by both fists and full cans (by the way dude, jesus christ), Mozz, myself, T-Bar, and Kip City are all variously crippled, thus leading meaningless lives, and A.Scott doesn't even live in this country anymore.  Even his compatriot, the O, is having hamstring issues, but I'm convinced he's just being friendly and trying to fit in.

So... what happened?  A lot of us are just... just old.  I guess that's what happens when you get old.  But T-Bar's youthful spirit is hoped to not be as utterly pulverized as Caddy's face is by now.  I guess we'll see in a couple months.  In the meantime, you can find me getting huge in the weight room with Pretty Ricky, who has absolutely no affiliation whatsoever with that building or any teams that use it.  Other than being a bro, of course.

Many of our hopes now lie within the gleams of this bold visage.

Pros / Cons of Updating this Website

Pros:
-Celebrating timeless photos of the Mozz (and Soul, in this particular case).
-Reflections upon various accusatory allegations of underclassmen (Coors) hooking up with "a two."
-Presumably becoming mortal enemies with people I do not know but in some way horrifically offend.
-Delving through the deepest depths of the interwebs to uncover photos/information that people thought a simple untagging would bury.
-Creating weekend betting lines and wondering how many Domino's pizzas are going to be ordered.

Cons:
-Photos being incriminating or the wrong people freely choosing to view this website.
-Various allegations become publicly known as pseudonyms are not very obscure.
-Being shanked by someone I've never met.
-Wasting time sifting through all the bullshit on Silvey's myspace that he forgot about just to link a shot of him being a doofus.
-Trying to think of interesting new betting lines, and partially forcing myself to eat an entire domino's pizza every weekend.

In any case, if this is to all be undertaken again, much accounting and economics reading will have to be forlorn to allow ample time for me to not win lots of money on Streak For The Cash while being heckled by Soul.  God... Dammit....

There are many things that need a recap or update, and I'm quite excited.  Just a quick preview:
-Possible new feature:  Where in the world is A.Scott?!
-Pullups


I guess that's about it then, right? 



One order of five large domino's pizzas was placed last weekend.

For you, Lady Geiga

Well, I don't think Big Bob headbutted any "lezzies" last night, which is probably a good thing for him, but not a very entertaining thing for us.  That being said, if anyone on the soccer team reads this, that last statement is good for at least most of them hating me before they meet me.  Classic.  At least things in that regard are back to normal. 

But more on what isn't normal.  Like hitting rock bottom last night with a gruesome combination of pizza, doughnuts, lack of pull-ups, and shitty bands playing at the Sundown.  So, I've taken almost three full weeks off any formal (pull-ups aside) kind of athletic endeavor, which would just about cause AI's face to implode.  But I think the agenda of getting after it to make up for... not getting after it (?) has kind of gone over the top now.  During the first three weeks or so of November I kind of pulled out all the stops and started eating foreign things only known to RC like "quinoa" and "leafy greens."  Now I feel as though I'm drifting through an endless savanna of Squilliam C-like decision making where I don't even know what I want anymore.  Might be time to get back in shape.   

Recent developments in 5629 should make for an intriguing situation.  Cowboy's excessively cool record player with lots of vinyl supplies is now in the living room, along with JJ's old PS2 that Soberding cleverly scammed off of him Scott-free.  In addition to these somewhat-precious materials in our living room is the presence of the Broom, Dino-saur (this weekend), and the ever possible D-Simms visit.  I may as well leave this laptop up there just so it can be that much more mildly catastrophic.  Or, for a disaster in a messier form, we could probably convince C-Mac to go upper-deck someone on the chixxe's team's toilet after a 1-2 GC finish at a beer pong tournament.  Just an idea, but unfortunately not actually something that happened.  Except for the tournament.  And the C-Mac rumor.  So close, maybe another time.  Let's see if we can people to really hate us!

Saturday evening

Le Malde has seen meat spin.  Oh yeah!

Weekend Betting Lines

Spreadings:
Dino's Return-to-Portland weekend fiesta (-10) vs. Miami vice living
Infuriated drunken cuss words from Michigan fans in Portland (-4) vs. Family friendly environment at the alumni pub
5629 plunging out of time-to-get-in-shape mode (-8) vs. Keeping everything in line until Nov. 22

Over/Under
Domino's orders: 1.5
Outlandish fantasy league trades made with Xmas: 0.5
Hours of Mario Golf played in 5629: 7.5

This weekend should be amusing with the many differing agendas.

Nothing Interesting

Nothing of much interest has happened in our house lately and I haven't heard of anything else going around (I'll just let the potential for a link on those words set in so you can use your own imaginations).  I guess the Mosby beginning the drinking season is kind of news, as is Chopkins absolutely blowing it on hole 18 last night while playing Mario Golf (+3, what a rube). 

It's difficult to write about things when nothing really happens.  I've been largely home alone the past few days because Tarry has become a fire hydrant-drawn ghost, the Cowboy seeks to estrange himself further, Chopkins spends his eves in the library, Mosby could be anywhere right now.  Maybe joining the Ringer in getting stuck playing with jellyfish in Mexico while bad things happen back home.  Lady Geiga has twice told me he's been working on a guest post and so far he's 0 for 2.  Soberding, after an embarrassing exposure of his robotics, has presumably gone AWOL, though I'm sure a replacement clone will turn up eventually.

Slay-J Kim is still growing and nourishing his balls in a futile attempt to try to kill me in Bond.  Please.


Looks like you'll never find A.I. in the state of Michigan...

Startling Theory Made Fact

Can YOU spot the Soberding copy?

Not going to say I'm surprised here.  This is an after-party of the newly elect governor of Michigan, Rick Snyder.  My best friend is seen in the back row/middle of this photograph, with the governor's son, another friend of mine, to his right. 

But... more importantly... The "guy"... with the glasses...  

We finally have photographic evidence.  Soberding is, in fact, a robot clone.  Now that he's been exposed I'll gladly assume his cushy internship in the white-collar world and build my way up to the top in order to get to the bottom of this.  Wait, what?

We shouldn't be surprised by this.  We've already seen a, "malfunctioned," shall we say, robot Soberding-clone wandering campus.  How many more are out there?  What does this mean for Soberding's girlfriend? Is she...?