Thanks for picking something insignificant to waste time and money on, Texas. You never let me down.
There does, however, appear to be hope for New York.
Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Thursday, May 05, 2005
There does, however, appear to be hope for New York.
9 Comments:
The Texas cheerleading story was definitely an essay question on my Comm Law final this morning. I thought Kenny P made it up. Now that I read the news story, I realize I might have answered the question wrong. Crap. Maybe I'll get points for sounding like I knew what I was talking about...
By 
Sarah, at
2:20 PM, May 05, 2005
Mercy in Comm Law?
If Charlie Marler were still teaching it, you'd be lucky to keep all your limbs.
By Matthew, at
2:32 PM, May 05, 2005
If you had Marler for Comm Law, then I respect you. Marler was already semi-retired my senior year, so I had him for Opinion Writing, but not Comm Law.
And the identity of Matthew (he of the Liberal Jesus) grows clearer yet murkier.
By Dan Carlson, at
4:02 PM, May 05, 2005
I had Marler as my Univ 100 prof. and while everyone else had the easiest class there was to have, we had a 27 essay question final. Good Laud! That's a lot of writing.
By Kyle, at
7:10 AM, May 06, 2005
Well I guess there's no reason for me to be secretive about last names, is there? Unless it would be fun. That would be a good reason.
But it's going to be a real downer when you all realize that you don't know me, or that I'm the a**hole that wrote a column dogging on your latest play, or whatever.
Lessee...Kyle mentioned Jeff Wilhite in a post on the LiberalJesus blog. Does it help if I tell you that Chad (Wilhite) is one of my buddies and Jeff is actually works in the same room as me? Like, he's sitting about eight feet directly behind me? Say hi, Jeff.
By Matthew, at
9:16 AM, May 06, 2005
Dan wins the prize!
First Name = Matthew
Last Name = Lowe
As soon as we've filled out all the paperwork, we'll email you a carton of deviled eggs.
By Matthew, at
11:58 AM, May 06, 2005
Sweet. I must say, though, that half the eggs should be sent to Ryan English, without whose name-guessing-of-people-older-than-me skills I never would have stumbled across the solution. Still, it feels good to win Thanksgiving food in May.
By Dan Carlson, at
12:17 PM, May 06, 2005
Matt Love! Yeah!! What's up, man? Crazy, man! Crazy! I really didn't know Jeff, I knew Chad. But I knew who Jeff was, I think. Tell him I said hi.
By Kyle, at
8:40 AM, May 07, 2005
You know, when i first read the Texas story, I thought of a vignette from Persepolis, about life in Iran during the revolution and iraq/iran war. This teenage girl is running after a bus and she is stopped by revolutionary guards. They tell her to stop running because when she runs her behind moves in a "suggestive and arousing manner." Her response?
"Then stop looking at my ASS!"
I thought that was awesome. Apparently they were too stunned to arrest her, which was definitely a stroke of luck.
By Jo, at
2:18 PM, May 07, 2005
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