Holy Shit!!!!

Go watch this, right now you will not regret it.


I wish I hadn't written earlier today or I would fill up two pages on Cynthia "The white man is keepin me down" McKinney's press conference that I just watched.

Hey Cynthia, SHUT IT.

That's right your face, SHUT IT.

Everything is a racial issue with you, grow up and SHUT IT.

(Of course now that I've written this, Murphy's Law says that this will be the one time that it was actually race based., Effin' Murphy's Law.)

First a few pieces of business

1) Yes, Dave and I will be playing with Modern Skirts tonight at the Roxy. Show starts at 9, don't be late.

2) Dave and I will fly off of that stage and drive very fast to Athens for an 11:30 PM start with Funkle Ester at Tasty World. But we won't drive too fast because in today's Athens Banner Herald there was this small article.

Officers of the Athens-Clarke County Police Department in conjunction with the University of Georgia Police department will conduct safety road checks on Friday, March 31st, 2006. The road checks, to be conducted at unannounced locations, will check primarily for DUI, seatbelt use, and child restraints. Equipment violations and any other traffic offenses observed will also be subject to citations or arrests as warranted. Citizens of, and visitors to Athens-Clarke County are urged to always use their seatbelt and obey the laws. If drinking, do not drive.

Onto regular blogging stuff.

I'm sitting in Walker's Pub because of the free internet access and enjoying all the perks that come with being in Athens. Beautiful weather and great memories that come back with every step through downtown. I never get to come to Athens and just enjoy being here. There's always a gig to rush to or you can't enjoy downtown because of the crowds that come with football season. So this has been a nice escape.

But regardless I'm here or actually I arrived yesterday and attended the 30th birthday party of my freshman year roommate. After a few beers with them at a bar called Cutter's, I met up with Ln at The Village Idiot. I walked her back to the hotel and then I went cruising for music. I headed to Farm 255 to see if I could catch a few minutes of Squat. Nope, didn't happen. I headed to Tasty World to see who was playing. Being that I could hear every note clearly from outside and through the glass, I decided not to go inside and to further damage to my hearing.

The owner, Murphy, came out and over the course of chatting I delivered a message from Avalauncher which consisted of "Avalauncher says Shove it!". At which point he laughed, looked at me funny and asked, "How the HELL do you know Avalauncher?" I explained that I only saw one Avalauncher show, but I was asked to deliver that message from their drummer, Tony. He got a kick out of it and with a smile on his face told me to reply to Tony with a heartfelt; "Asswipe".

Murphy told me to go upstairs and check out the band up there. I heard one song, their final song. But it turns out I knew the guitarist, Ben Holst and I hadn't seen him in ages. Small world. More chatting and catching up. He's doing well, owns his own protools studio that he's running out of his house.

I was headed back to the hotel when I heard a very good cover of an 80's tune that I can't remember coming out of AMF. Into AMF I went and I caught the last 30 minutes of an 80's cover band called "Breakfast at Tiffany's" Good, very very cheesy, but also quite good.

"Hotel?" you asked. Because Ln is up here on company business, I took full advantage of having a hotel room in downtown Athens. We are staying in the brand spanking new Hilton Garden Inn. Compfy beds, cold A/C, flat screen tvs in the room, and a very very nice front desk staff. The rooms at the Foundry might be nicer but they can't hold a candle to the staff at The Hilton.

Off to Atlanta and The Roxy. Hope to see you there.

If you have kids and you expect me to buy them presents, I'm going to hunt down these books that Dooce found in a bookstore for their reading pleasure.

Which leads me to think that if those people can get published; so can I.

Dave B emailed me some info about a new Christopher Walken movie called "Balls of Fury".

After a brief run through the internet here's what I got.

According to Hollywood.com; here's the synopsis;

A washed-up ping-pong champion must reclaim his skills after being recruited by
the government to go undercover and bust a crime lord who hosts an annual
ping-pong tournament in which all the losers are executed.

Walken plays the underworld crime figure and the script is written by Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon, both of Reno:911 fame.

Jen posted this, but the volume of awesome that this entails is too great to be contained by one blog.

Almost dying, but not really

Sunday morning Dave and I had to go to Athens for a rehearsal. At some point early on 316 East, a West bound vehicle lost a hubcap. Instead of rolling innocently to their side of the road it accelerated across the green median and proceeded to make a beeline for my car. Both Dave and I saw it at the same time and communicated that to the other one by saying, "uhmmm, dude?" At this point, my perception of reality slowed to a crawl, I actually wondered if this is how my life was going to end. Killed by a runaway hubcap on my way to 70's coverband rehearsal.

Contact with the hubcap of death was imminent, there was no way around that fact, it was just a matter of what part of the car it was going to hit. Lucky there was no one in the lane next to us, so I slid over into the right lane and the flying death disc collided with the side of the car and not the front where it could have made substantial damage. I looked in the rearview mirror to see two more cars avoid the remnants of the hubcap. My balls descended a few minutes later.

And now some music notes.

In their recent issue, Rolling Stone named the Top Ten Bands to watch this year. Among them was Athens' own The Whigs. I've seen these guys a few times and they do put on a good show. The RS article was an average article but it's always nice to see people get some recognition.

This Friday could turn out to be a very busy one. See Modern Skirts are opening up at the Roxy and Funkle Ester is playing Tasty World in Athens. Dave and I are trying to figure out if we can be scheduled early in the MS set to give us time to book it to Athens to make our midnight start at Tasty. Regardless, if you're in Atlanta, you should go see the Skirts and if you're in Athens you should come see Funkle.

Green's Cherry

We had a gathering of people over this past Saturday and judging by the amount of beer and Jack Daniels stains on our kitchen floor, it was a success. I wanted to provide a beverage at the gathering and being that this would be the first keg of beer I have bought since college I was not settling for Bud Light or something similar. A large heavy can of 420 sounded like a great solution.

Tony has written about Green's Package Store several times and I've always wanted to go check it out for myself. But I have never ventured to Green's because it's on Ponce and I don't find myself in that neck of the woods very often.

I arrived at Green's after the failed World Series of Pop Culture audition and was not immediately impressed. At first glance, to get my bearings, it seemed like any other liquor store. And I was wrong, very, very, very wrong. I glanced to my right and there was the largest selection of beers I have never tasted in my life. I gaped at the wall of fun for at least 6 minutes until a sales person asked if he could help me. In my state of awe I mumbled something unintelligible about Jessica Alba. They took this as a compliment and then pointed out the Belgian cooler. Yes, that's right, an entire cooler set to 55 degrees filled with Belgian beers. I only allowed myself two minutes in the cooler for fear of draining the savings account.

I left and went to the counter to obtain the keg. They directed me to an area where I filled out the appropriate paper work and waited for my keg. Just as I was about to wander back into the Belgian cooler and spend every dime in the bank, my keg appeared and I went to the front to check out.

After paying the lady at the counter said the best thing I have ever heard at a liquor store. After ringing me out, she grabbed the store paging mic and said with a thick southern accent; "Igottakegreadytoroll, no ice."

To sum it all up. I can't wait to go back to Green's when A) I have more time to stand there and appreciate the selection of beer and B) I have saved enough allowance to stock the house appropriately.

By the way, we still have about a quarter of a keg of Sweetwater that I'm icing down religiously. Stop by whenever to do your part. It's not going back to Green's until it's empty.

With three basketball games still to go; this year's bracket challenge is over. Not a single soul correctly picked just one of the two teams that will play in the final game so the max amount of points has already been awarded.

So, the winner of the 2nd annual Bracket Challenge with a score of 56 points is

Matt "10-10" Tinnell

Thanks to all for playing.

And speaking of contest winners; Gunner has announced the winners of his second annual haiku contest.

***UPDATED***

If you have a retail job and you're lucky enough to get Saturday off, you shouldn't have to get out of bed until your body says; "I've caught up on all the sleep you deprived me of during the week." Not so today. Up and going by 8:30 so I could be at Stacy, Whitney, and I's audition for the aforementioned, VH-1's World Series of Pop Culture.

I left the house about 9:15, stopped by Chick-fil-a for some sustenance and wake-up juice. I made it to the Sheraton on Courtland around 9:40, found a newspaper and a bench. Stacy and Whit showed up shortly after and we registered with some lady with a powerful looking clipboard.

After standing in a line with 21 other teams, we entered a standard hotel meeting room with tables and chairs in a classroom-like setup. At each place was a large envelope with a blank answer sheet and non-disclosure forms attached to the outside of it, a pen and a tube of astroglide. Of course I'm kidding, there was no pen.

We were told to sign the non-disclosure form, which only prohibits me from telling you what was on the test, not about the experience. We signed the form and on cue we all opened the large envelope and removed a 50 question, short answer test. We had fifteen minutes to complete the test. Every member of your team had to pass the test as individuals to make it through this round. From a pop-culture standpoint, the test was thorough. It covered multiple decades and mediums. There was no way you could have prepared for this. You either knew it or you didn't.

Turns out, we knew it. We were one of 6 teams to pass this portion of the audition. Everyone else was sent packing. They called out the teams that passed and excused everyone else.

Next up was the interview with the producers. It was held in a different meeting room and the teams went in as group one team at a time. The interview lasted about 12 minutes. They were really interested in Whitney's middle name and how she got. I leave that story for her to tell but if we get past this round, I believe it's her middle name that got us in. Overall, we were charming and funny, while showing a burning desire to kill and maim everyone else with our superior trivia knowledge.

That's it, that's the entire thing, we were out of there by 11. They started at 9 AM and were doing this on the hour for the rest of the day.

If we get past the interview session, we will receive a phone call by 9 PM tonight that will tell us when to show up tomorrow. And if we get to show up tomorrow then we start playing against other teams. The winner of the Atlanta regional is a lock for the show to tape in NYC. 7 other teams from Atlanta will get wildcard spots and also be a lock for the taping in April.

Update coming as soon as we do or do not receive a phone call.

***UPDATE***

We did not get a call back for today. This sucks for multiple reasons the biggest being I have to go to Athens for a rehearsal.

Happy World Tuberculosis Day!!! Yes, today is the big Three-Oh and I have been enjoying the peace and quiet of having the house to myself and not having to work. I've been kind of lazy in a "I'll get to it when I'm good and ready kind of way". Mom called me at 11:30 to remind me what she was doing exactly 30 years ago. Oh the guilt.

But I have gotten a few things done today.

I went to the bank to feed the account.

I stopped by Comcast to swap out a busted remote. I was third in line behind two people and there was only one customer service person working. 45 wonderful minutes of watching "The People's Court" later, it was my turn. I handed her my remote and she handed me a new one. That was it, there was no dialogue and I was serviced in under 20 seconds. Comcast might want to reconsider their store operations, but what do I know?

After getting home, I picked up the dog toys that had become scattered throughout the downstairs. Picking up after the dog is about as useful as making your bed every morning. Within 24 hours Savannah will redistribute her toys throughout the house while looking at me with the stare that says; "I had these where I wanted them yesterday you bastard!!!"

And the most exciting part of my day? I folded some laundry that had been staring at me from the dining room table for the last five days.

I still need to vacuum the downstairs and the stairs, but I'm putting that off for later this afternoon. Then maybe after that I'll start on the kitchen. But I think right now, a big ol nap is in order. I know, you all hate me.

Tomorrow morning is Stacy, Whitney and I's audition for The World Series of Pop Culture. Send happy trivia thoughts our way.

If you missed the endings of the Texas and UCLA games, you missed some amazing......uhm, endings.

Ok, Read this and then come back to me.

People that get their panties in a wad over shit like this shouldn't be allowed to breath, procreate, own a cell phone or more importantly be an officer of the law. Focus on stopping real crime and leave people that are not breaking the law the fuck alone. But in the mean time you, Mr. Occifer, are going to waste my tax dollars trying a case that will be thrown out. Way to go. You are the Darwin Institute Employee of the month and you've made all that wear the badge proud.

In with the good air...Out with the Javier....

There is nothing in the world like kicking ass in trivia and coming home to a rejection letter.

Yes, we came in 2nd last night and while that rocks we lost by two points. If we had only known what actor appeared in "Working Girl", "She's having a baby", and "The Aviator" then we would have not lost to our nemesis, The Old Guys. Another bright note was getting the presidents question right for the first time ever. Bean was the hero, she stuck her fingers in her ears and started singing The Presidents Song to herself. Two or three stanzas later she shrieked out the answer. Priceless.

If you have nothing to do this Sunday at 2 o'clock, you could watch VH-1 Classic air 99 Luftballoons for one straight hour.

For Brett, Trey, and Gunner; as an experiment, Jeopardy is hosting its first round testing online. Go here to sign up and then they give you a specific time for you to log on and take the test. Don't bother cheating. If you pass the first round online then you have to travel and take another one in front of a proctor.

I find myself growing more and more liberal everyday. Maybe it's my subconscious fighting my Snobb County surroundings, maybe it's because I'm slowly deprogramming myself from my upbringing, maybe it's because I'm growing a brain, or maybe it's because I'm slowly drinking my last few brain cells away. I don't know.

But as I sit here and watching The Birdcage for the 78th time and reading blogs, I'm thinking that what we really need is a political revolution. No Democrats, No Republicans, no parties. Just people that vote for the beliefs of the people that they are elected to represent.

Yes, I'm dreaming. But I like dreaming.

And on a funny note someone found their way to this site by googling "Team Sanchez butt pong". That is awesome, I'm glad I'm attracting some high end clientele.

I haven't had a chance to listen to it yet, but you can preview the new Morrisey album here.

So here's the game plan for the week.

Work tomorrow, followed by trivia.
Work Thursday followed by me hanging out at the house.
Friday, not doing a damn thing, maybe the driving range, maybe a golf lesson if I can get squeezed in, maybe a dinner out, maybe Chinese take out in.
Saturday, audition with Whitney and Stacy for VH-1's World Series of Pop Culture. I am stoked about this, but I also have no dream of success.

I started thinking of how I've changed over the past few years, and I've come up with this. 1) I'm more liberal and 2) I really really really like the tv show Scrubs. Other than that, I'm still the same asshole and you are welcome to bite me. Ahhh.....it's nice to know somethings don't change.

And speaking of church, I picked up a sweet Palm Sunday/Good Friday/Easter gig. Just in time to turn around and give that money to the Athletic Association for football tickets. Just when you think you can get ahead........

For those interested, The Skirts made it home from SXSW in one piece.

Funkle is back on starting March 31st in Athens at Tasty World. Mark your calendars, you want to be there, no excuses.

I left Snobb county for a few days to visit Bawcum and also get away from the job and the impending b-day. Turns out you can leave the job for a few days but as hard as I tried, I was unable to run from the impending b-day. I did my best, I even crossed into a different time zone and everything. Pbbtthhhhh on time. Turning the big three-oh has been slowly getting to me and I was starting to take it out on those around me. So I treated myself to a weekend where the only item on my to-do list was a two and a half hour nap which was very successful.

I'm still thinking about V for Vendetta and you should be too.

And for those that are curious here are the current standings in the 2nd annual Bracket Challenge.

Mike K
Josh B
Ln
Elson
Stacy
Gunner
Jim Cocks
10-10 Tennill
Corley
Trent B.
Kit K.
Todd B.
Bawcum
Darren
Mike O
Fred
Jermaine
Lamont

Go see V for Vendetta, I'll be seeing again soon.

Also, Nashville is fun.

I like some of you anxiously looked forward to an episode of South Park that was supposed to rerun this past week. The target of this episode was Scientology and made news recently because Isaac Hayes, a scientologist, abruptly quit the show this past week. The episode was pulled at the last minute with o explanation.

If you care about this, here's an article that you'll find interesting.

Placed fifth last night, not bad, not great, but not bad.

Off to Nashvegas for the weekend.

Thought of the Day

Sure, it may be hard out there for a pimp, but try being an under appreciated Oracle programmer for a public utility during a draught.... -- no one writes songs about that.

Hagood.net

Our trivia team name tonight was far superior to our actual trivia playing skills.

Because of Peter Tomarken's noble death, we decided a fitting team name would be;

"No Whammies, No Whammies......You won a plane crash."

The first time it was announced, the crowd greeted our name with a stunned silence followed a lone woman saying, "That's not right."

She later repeated herself when it was announced that we would be the recipient of a free round of beer.

Why is it that people who wear anti-violence t-shirts or braclets, the one segment of the population that I want to stab in the eye with a toothpick?


For those of you addicted to Postsecret, Usatoday.com post an article about it's author, the site and it's future.


Here's some news just for Mike O.


Trivia tonight but we'll be down a team member as someone is being a wimpy mcwimperson.

If you're doing the second annual bracket challenge, you need to get your picks in by tonight.

This has been the worst week at work ever.

I was going to write about this, but Stacy beat me to it.

Then I was going to write a big ol rant about this, but Kevin beat me to it.

Other than that the week has been pretty crappy but no work venting here.

OH and then I see that this happened. The nice guy side of me felt awful but the cynical ass jerk side of me laughed his ass off.

Just when I was content on letting the day slip by without writing a damn word....

I have a My Space page and I've never gotten all that into it, I don't think I filled in half the information you're supposed to. I don't go looking for friends and the only time I check on it is when I get notification about a friend request or a new comment. Despite some negative press, I didn't have a personal thing against My Space, it's just not my thing and I made a conscious decision early on not to get that into it. Hell, I have a hard enough time coming up with shit to write here on a daily basis.

But then just a few minutes ago, Candice enter my life with a message titled simply;

"I think we live in the same city."

Instead of reading her message, I clicked on her picture to go to her page to figure out if it was Candice from college that married a former RCB member. Yeah, not so much. this Candice is from Beverly Hills, Ca. I went back to read her message.

"hey your profile is awesome!

if you want to chat ill be online right now just hit me on my Yahoo name --> CandyLuvTaylor

we can chat for a while if you want don't forget I'll be on the Yahoo name --> CandyLuvTaylor

If I'm offline for any reason ADD ME to your contact list to message me later (Ill be waiting 4 u babe)!"

Excuse me? What the hell? No, we don't' live in the same city. No, I will not find you online later. No, I will not make out with you. Stop looking at me Swan!!!

Bracket This

The field of 65 (I hate the play-in game) is set.

A few days ago I sent out an email inviting you to play in this year's bracket challenge. It's free to play and the winner will get $25 to spend anywhere they choose. If you didn't get an email check your spam box first, it might be sitting in there, if you don't find it there, that means I don't have your email address. Leave a comment with your email address and I'll shoot you the invite. Good luck!!!

This is one of those posts that will cost me friends.

I just finished Walk the Line and it was just ok. I could have done without it and been a better person because of it.

First the good.

Reece Witherspoon was beyond amazing. I am still stunned by her. I'm pretty sure that I fell in love with her at some point during the movie, but then as soon as she accepted Johnny's proposal I was overwhelmed with happiness for her and I let her go. (Right...)

Joaquin Phoenix was good but he couldn't hold a candle to the power of Reece. I thought his best work was the detox scene at the lake house.

The music performances were also fantastic but not just from Reece and Joaquin. I thought the band and the actors that played, Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Waylon Jennings, Roy Orbison, etc, were very good. I found it interesting to hear Cash's music sandwiched by those artists. I never realized that they were all contemporaries of each other.

But, the movie, the whole package, did nothing for me.

For starters, I thought the casting of Robert Patrick as Johnny's father was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Patrick is probably best known as the T-1000 from Terminator 2 and as Agent Doggett from the X-Files. He's also in the new CBS series, The Unit. I've enjoyed his work in the past, but he severely over played this role. He stole every scene. Maybe that was the point, but it didn't work for me. But I work retail, who the hell am I to judge cinema?

Additionally, there were forced moments throughout the movie that served no purpose. For instance, when they were in Las Vegas, the elevator scene that revolved around the starched shirts...Was that necessary? Or as he makes his way to June who is sleeping in the back of the bus; he stops to put out the cigarette of a band member. Again; was that important enough to include in that scene? It was moments like those that didn't fit. They were extraneous and could have been left on the cutting room floor.

So, that's my take. I realize that some of us will never speak again because of it. Truth be told, I'm ok with that. I didn't like you that much to start with. Say good night Gracie.

***UPDATED***


This is awesome.

The European version of the World Series of Poker is culminating today at Monte Carlo, Monaco. According to the Associated Press Story, they resumed play at the final table a few hours ago and the lone American left is 19 year old and UGA Freshman, Jeff Williams. He won a $40 satellite that paid his entry into a $650 satellite. The top nine finishers in that tourny won their entry fee and travel money into the European Poker Tour's Grand Final where first prize is about one million American.

There is a blogger there detailing the action and as of this post Jeff is in a commanding lead with five players remaining. He has more than three times the stack of his closest opponent. If you care, you can follow along here, you just have to click refresh every few minutes and scroll down to the end of the first entry to see the updates.

IT'S OVER
Jeff Williams won!!!
GO DAWGS!!!

When we lived in Athens, we ponied up for the premium cable channels. Ever since leaving we found we could do without. But there were two shows that I loved, both on Showtime. Bullshit and 6 Feet Under. While I've purchased the dvd sets of Bullshit, I have not been able to convince myself to purchase 6''. But now, thankfully, there is no need. Bravo has purchaed the rights to the show and will probably begin airing episodes this fall.

Plans for the next few days. Religious gig, work, work, work, then...Barring any unexpected deaths, I will be driving as fast as I can out of Marietta on Friday for a weekend away from home. Nashvegas bound, the original trip had two ideas purposes behind it. 1, see Bawcum in his homeland, 2 watch Odyessey at the WGI Regional. Convenient? Yes. Unfortunatly, Odyessey has changed it's schedule and won't be making the Nashville show. I blame Keith, everything is always Keith's fault. Wait, that only applies when we're drinking.

Morale needs to improve.

I helped exactly two customers today before leaving early. I felt bad that I couldn't help customer number one, but as I explained to him, I had forgotten my magic wand at the house so he was sol.

I absolutely refuse to be a functional human being today.

It's not so much up to me as it is my body not cooperating with wanting to be useful.

So there, bite me.

Trivia team name for tonight?

How about;

"Don Leebern beat up my Dad and is banging my gym coach."

or

"I know what brings Supergirl to her knees. Cancer."


Any other suggestions?

Today I found a blog written by a former co-worker.
I read the whole thing from beginning to end.
I felt guilty reading it without telling her, but then again, she put it on the internet. There's nothing embarrassing to read, just stories about her friends, her family, and her battle with a soul stealing disease. It was stomach wrenching at times.

I should comment to let her know that I read it, but I don't think she would appreciate me reading it. We didn't end our friendship or co-workership on a good note. We're both to blame for that.


And on a much lighter note, here's a jem of a video done by Sky TV for their upcoming season of The Simpon's. It is the SImpson's intro but acted out by real people.

Gunner's Haiku contest is back. Go enroll yourself and spread your mind.

And speaking of contests, (did you see what I did there? It's called a segue.) The 2nd annual NCAA Hoops contest is around the corner so get your prognosticating caps ready. It will be free to enter and the winner will get a $25 gift certificate to the place of their choosing. As long as I can buy the gift certificate online and it isn't for anywhere gay like The Gap.


And for those of you that haven't posted a damn word since February or Mohammed forbid January, it's time to get off your collective asses and put your fingers to the keyboard. Job Smob, your taking up valuable internet space.

The cowpens remembered


Anyways, I'm off for three days and I just finished home project number one. Now, it's time for put away all the tools, fold some laundry and think about projects for tomorrow.

Natalie Portman hosted SNL last night and had a hilarious video short. If you missed it, click here. (Not safe for work due to the large amounts of cussing.) Thanks to Kevin for emailing me the link.

According to the email I received today; the 2006 Brewfest is sold out. They sold out in one week which is a testament to the event, but a bummer for me not thinking ahead. If you're hard up to go, they still need "responsible volunteers".

Oh!!!, I so want to try this.

Can you imagine the debates?

Yes, I changed the name of the blog. Why? I got bored. The credit for the new name goes solely to Bambi. She pulled it out of one of my posts and used it as the description of my blog on her links page.

I've been tinkering around trying to change the look as well but to no avail. Me thinks I will have to ask someone with more knowledge to assist me.

Speaking of Bambi, I saw Radio Cult last night and there were fantastic.

Tonight will be dedicated to surfing the couch and doing nothing.

In honor of Ash Wednesday; last night's trivia team name was: "What's that dirt on your forehead?" We got off to a good start but unfortunately we succeeded at taking ourselves right out of the game in the third round. But the wings, beer and company were good. Jamil even dropped by to say hello.


The Oscars are around the corner and I could care less. I will tune in for the first 10 minutes to see this year's set and to listen to Jon Stewart's opening monologue, but that's it.

But...Did you know that of all of this year's nominated movies; Crash has the most profanity with 182 occurrences including the word "fuck" 99 times. That's one "fuck" every 68.4 seconds. Did you also know that of all the Oscar nominated movies of all time, the movie Platoon has the most profanity of them all with 329 expletives. That's one cuss words every 22 seconds. That's something to aim for Disney. You can read the full article here.

More later today when I get to work and have time, but tonight, Radio Cult is playing Peachtree Tavern in Buckhead. Come support people that play music for a living.

A few months back the NCAA told Ga Tech that they had to vacate lots of wins due to academic violations. This means that Ga Tech has not beaten Georgia since 1990 or 16 years. This period of time has been deemed "The Streak" and the Georgia sports blog has an amusing "Georgia Tech has not beaten Georgia since...." list.


For anyone who loves the West Wing like I do, a ton of former cast members are coming back for the final episodes. Listed in the article are Mary-Louise Parker, Anna Deavere Smith, Emily Procter, Marlee Matlin, Gary Cole, Tim Matheson, Timothy Busfield and Annabeth Gish.


The Georgia Aquarium welcomed it's 1 millionth visitor today. They reached that mile stone rather quickly. I still haven't been and still want to go. Need to work on that.


And if you haven't heard, there is a leak regarding the NASCAR Hall of Fame. The leak is that NASCAR will announce Monday that Charlotte will be the new home. When the leak hit the media, Mayor Franklin with other city leaders just inflated the already large bid another 15 Million dollars. They are trying to change NASCAR's mind at the 11th hour. This is the same city that can't seem to find two nickels for the new Atlanta Symphony Hall or any other projects. I'm not saying that one project is more important than the other (even though I have my opinions on that too). What I am saying is don't tell one group that there's no money then turn around and give another project 15 Million in an 11th hour move to save face.

I've had the past few days off and I've used them with mediocre success.

Entertainment center - assembled
Stereo - halfway rewired
Laundry - cleaned but still living on the dining room table
West Wing reruns - watched the hell out of
Poker - won more than I lost
News - Got you covered


At Moondogs last night, not surprisingly, the talk was all about the missing Ga Tech student. There's a picture of him above the cash register. Very sad.




I'm working the next few Saturdays which does not make me happy, in an effort to not work the following few Saturdays, which will make me very happy. I'm hoping to go to Nashville for St Patty's weekend to see Bawcum and attend a WGI regional. And the weekend after that is the birthday weekend with Stacy, Whitney, and I auditioning for a game show. More on that in the coming weeks.


I miss Athens today. The weather is almost right to spend the entire day drinking coffee outside Blue Sky, reading various newspapers while watching people go through their day.