Terrapin Tables

What the hell...

Apparently being a prissy little loser gets you into the Anne Arundel Co. Sports Hall of Fame. I live in Anne Arundel Co., can I stop paying taxes until they take him out of there? If this toolshed is in, how come Rick isn't in for all that wrestling prowless he undoubtedly displayed while at Broadneck?

OK, this makes me laugh, so I feel a little better.

NPR Interview with Ice Cube

I know I'm probably the last person you'd expect to post this, but I heard part of it while driving to Ohio a few weeks ago. Its pretty interesting, particularly his comments about trying to convey some of the things he learns while reading to his fans through his lyrics. Click on the "Listen" link at the top of the page to hear it through either Windows Media Player or RealPlayer.

Homecoming

I hate Virginia. You should hate Virginia. Remember this article from The Diamondback a couple of years ago? Hits it right on the head. Hell, their founder had a bunch of slave children. You stay classy UVA.

Moving on, there is a rather large football game on Saturday. It is another Noon start. I don't like them either, but such is the way it goes when we lose games we should win and end up on JP Sports for television. Check out the Tailgating page, click on the game and pick something to bring.

Other junk:
- Breakfast with Fridge on Friday morning
- The current line is MD +3.5 - check out 3 gambling morons and their crappy picks here. They'll be up later in the week.
- Someone get a job at Under Armour. You know, so we can all get a discount.

And remember - "it is one thing to yell at the game, it is another to yell at other people." Or whatever Paige said to those idiots sitting behind us a few years ago. See you Saturday!

I win, we all lose

It used to be like 12/10. Then, it was Thanksgiving. More recently, I cried when I saw a wreath and a pumpkin on the same porch. Now, KMart has killed my last hope for Seasonal Sanity...it's Christmas time, bitches. 9/25: Christmas time. I win: I'm the first to see holiday decorations. Bullshit.

Note the integral and highly visible application of cinderblock. Classy, KMart, you are a class act.

This deserves it's own entry

since it is one of the greatest links I have ever come across.

Say you were a baseball player . . .

. . . what song would you want played as you walked to the plate? I'm thinking the theme from What's Happening.

The Fishers

Remember how Hurricane Katrina forced Chad and Kristen to reroute their cruise? And how much of a pain in the ass that was for Chad - cause he is quite the people person? Well - they rerouted through......Galveston, TX! Naturally, Hurricane Rita has other ideas.

As an FYI, I heard from Chad last night - all is surprisingly well. They will be rerouted through Tampa, Miami or possibly Galveston after the storm (if anything remains). Needless to say, they are scraping the second part of their honeymoon and just getting home somehow.

So, consider this your PSA about people we know traveling through the Gulf of Mexico on a giant boat. We all know Chad; perhaps we should collect bail money in advance of him snapping a customer service person's neck.

For Chad

Not sure if this had been posted before...but it's funny...

Gentlemen of Fortune, our day has come!
Aye, me hearties, tis a day to celebrate. And who but me would see to it to leave the wenches on the shore, lock the prisoners in the cabins, and go a pyrating? But to be certain, we all enjoy a sport or two, and since Fortune has seen fit to destroy our port of New Orleans, two such contests occur tonight. I propose we stow the guns, take down the colors, enjoy these contests this evening, and leave off our feast until tomorrow. So tomorrow near 8 in the night, when you are through with your day of toil, and the decks have been scrubbed, find your way to the port of Skyrock to join this crew for a grog and the showing of our favorite moving picture show to honor other soldiers of the sea. Bring your crew, with any scallywags, wenches, and prisoners ye may be carrying. Should ye be celebrating at another port, I raise to you a toast: may ye see not but fine winds!

Here fishy fishy

San Fran

With apologies to Roy for stealing the format, here we go with highlights and lowlights from my first two-plus weeks in San Fran:

Highlights:
- cool job. Get to do what I wanted - managing all of a magazine's writing - for a magazine I like and respect.
- cool job. It's a hot rod magazine: I wear jeans and a T-shirt, cuss, fart, etc. I cannot survive in regular offices.
- went to rent a Hyundai Accent (fuck you, it's cheap as hell)...they were out, so I got a PT Cruiser with 4 miles on the odometer for the same price. It's a smal victory, but I got a brand-new car for the week...for free (thanks Work).
- Smooth plane travel. So far.
- Finally saw Candlestick (go to hell, it will always be Candlestick) with my own 2 eyes...PacBell Park looks real nice, too...what with the cove, it might give Camden Yards a run for best ambiance, or something.
- awesome Mexican food. The salsa is incredible.
- did you say Salsa? The shit is everyhwere, and it rules. Some joint in a strip mall had 10 kinds...TEN BITCHES:

- the weather is perfect, for me. Dry, crisp, clean air (this aint LA), temps in the high 60's all day long. Jeans and a T-shirt, baby.
- Car rental guy: "Go easy, the engine is still breaking in." Me, 30 seconds later: "sound of a PT Cruiser being forced to do what little burnout it can."

Lowlights:
- it is expensive. Little things are only a little more pricey: 20 oz sodas at $1.30, for example, gas is actually cheaper, but other stuff adds up: a beer tax makes 6-packs like $9 (I think that is universal...more research to come). My rent in a studio, equal to about the private space that Rick has right now, will probably hit $800.
- Living out of a suitcase.
- Driving a PT Cruiser through the gayest part of the country. I won't even make eye contact with people...at least it's black.
- San Francisco sucks. "Cool" disricts like The Mission are just full of urine soaked junkies and idiots, gay districts are ridiculous (seriously, there are no Women's rooms in these places), everything else is either boring, touristy, or insanely expensive ($3-mil townhouses). Full House is so full of shit.
- Probably no real friends at work.
- I really just want to sit at Skyrock and watch football this weekend.
- Come to think of it, I am missing Bootapalooza. Fuck.
- I'm going to probably be poor and bored for the next few years. Weeeeee.
- I probably can't ever get a Niners ticket.
- The stewardess woke me up to offer me a soda. TWICE. Seriously, it is 7 am: Bitch I was SLEEPING.

Speaking of which, I flew out at 6:10 am Monday morning...you ever had to get up at 3:30 for a flight? Sucks. I get to my gate, see a bar (the one in the United terminal with all the jerseys) think, "hell yes, pound 'em, sleep well. Forget I am so damn tired." Sign says they open at 5 am - fine. So, I sit. And wait. Guy finally shows up at 5:30:

Me: You the bartender?
Big angry sleepy dude: Guuuuhhh, Yuh.
Me: Sweet, let's do this. (actual words)
BASD: State says I can't pour before 6.
Me: You motherfuh... (walks away)

So, I have a cool job in a place that has a little interest for me, but I am looking down the barrel of the broke/bored gun...welcome to being a grown-up, I guess.

The 50 Most Embarrassing Ways to Die

While I am not fascinated with death, I was wondering if being fascinated with death was inherently morbid. Like would it be redundant to say that someone has a "morbid fascination with death", or would it be implied if you simply said a "fascination with death". Can you have a healthy fascination with death? Maybe as a coroner or something. Anyway, here is the link.

Back to the Games

After a nice little vacation for Chad and Kristen's nuptials, we get back to the weekends of tailgating. This is from the last time we beat these annoyances:

Anyway, check out the Tailgating page, click on the WVU game, read the info at the top and sign up for something. I anticipate alot of people, so please make sure you contribute if you are showing up.
Other Items:
- Breakfast with Fridge is on Friday morning.
- Maryland is now hosting the old FridgeTV style content, so check out some of the multimedia for something to pass the time. If still done by Jess Atkinson, the "Real Terps" are usually pretty good.
- MD is favored by 3.5. Vegas is clearly drunk and/or blind. Check out our gambling idiocy.
See you Saturday!

Random Crap

College chicks dig Angelina Jolie. Rick just killed a kitten.
Frostburg field hockey player registers a 0.365 BAC.

Ma'am.

Pat will be magazine shopping.

Ma'am.

Thanks Guys

So yup - it actually happened this past weekend -- Kristen and I got married. A little post on this website certainly isn't appropriate to even begin to thank everyone for everything. I'll be talking to all of you in the near future to properly say "Thank You" -- but I just wanted an excuse to put this picture up.

Also, I have all the pictures from my parents camera and Pat's camera. If anyone else has any, I'd like a CD or something of them -- so just let me know.

No dentist for you!

John may never brush again.

most valuable football team

so forbes put out a list of the top ranked valuable football teams...washington came in numero uno!

Close One

Well, we won - it wasn't pretty, but it was a W.

Since this weekend's tilt vs. Clemson will be very unattended, and since I have been asked a few questions about this weekend's nuptials already, just a reminder on the link to their wedding page in case anyone has lost their newsletter. It might spare a few questions.
Oh, and Maryland is favored by 2 against Clemson right now on Sportsbook.com. No clue how that is. I believe there are tickets still available for sale if anyone needs a pair - I know I have 2.

Go Spret

So, I hear Maryland won...here's to Hollenbach for Heisman. Since I'm still chilling in San Francisco (by which I mean, working every day in San Francisco) I couldn't catch any of the game, so...discuss.

I (probably) killed Bambi

So I was on my way home from Cincinnati this morning when a young deer ran into the side of my car. She stood at the side of the road, looked both ways, and then ran directly into me. I'm pretty sure she made out worse than I did, she stumbled around, ran back into traffic, then finally ran off into the fog. I think the brown stuff on the lower left corner of my window is actually deer crap, which I am leaving on temporarily so my insurance company can't question what I hit. Stupid deer.

Odd

Baltimore Improv closed.