July 21, 2008

Jesus is coming, look busy

We've been lazy busy lately. Furge is doing whatever Furges do after living the good life in a large metropolitan area, Jenn has taken to roller derby, and I've been jonesing for a posting. And no more booze.

So I bring you sports.

The team who I was raised to follow, the New Orleans Saints, have picked up the biggest tool in the world: Jeremy Shockey. The Ada High grad with as much sense as you'd expect has been dealt for two draft picks. Clearly, there is no God. He'll do his part in New Orleans recovery by paying plenty of women to show him their tits. No fatties.

The Columbus Crew recently had first hand experience with English hooliganism by brawling in stadium with the supporters of West Ham United, or, the English equivalent of the Columbus Crew. It went as well as can be expected, considering there were about 30 Hammers and 100 Crew.

And if you watched the Espys... we're sorry.

July 3, 2008

I don't want to be all presumptive about this...

but there is a distinct possibility that Furge and I drank a few too many 4.75 pitchers of Stag at the Weezer Tribute Band set.

This wouldn't be so bad if video didn't exist of me blasting lyrics, out of key, into the sweaty musty air of the Stagger Inn in Edwardsville.

For anybody wondering, Weezer before 1998 played (in no order because I can't remember without Ryan or one of the other So Many Dynabros helping me):

  • Buddy Holly
  • El Scorcho
  • The Good Life
  • I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams (with Natascha B. on vocals)
  • My Name is Jonas
  • Only in Dreams
  • Pink Triangle
  • Say It Ain't So
  • Surf Wax America
  • Tired of Sex
  • Undone (The Sweater Song)
  • Why Bother?
  • You Gave Your Love to Me Softly

    It was really great to hear, in 2008, what a pre "let's just stick to writing bozo songs that lack any kind of personal feelings or else the label will shitcan us" Weezer show could have been like. But without Matt Sharp, who is totally fundamental to everything.