Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Few things reveal a man's character better than what he has on his walls. Street signs command respect but that respect is based on the sign's overall quality. For example, a "No Parking" sign is a whole lot different than an Augusta National "No Women's Bathrooms" sign. Beer posters are fine, but be weary of generic ones.
Monday, September 26, 2011
ESPN.com- Chicago White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen was traded to the Marlins for two minor league players, according to a source close to the situation. Guillen gathered his players before Monday's game against the Toronto Blue Jays and told them that it would be his final one, according to sources close to the situation.
Mister Cobble is the coolest name I've heard in a while. He was shining on the defensive line for Kentucky on Saturday night during their 48-10 loss (probably should have lost by more). He was academically ineligible in 2010, but looks to make a big name for himself this year for the Cats. With a name like that, I know I'll be pulling for him.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
A journal other than The Heights has now written an article on us, don't ask me why. Thought it was pretty good until I saw them call me "Fatsby" and not Fratsby. Nothing like an eating disorder to make senior year more interesting I guess. Check it here. See you tomorrow night.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
"We talkin' about classes. Not a pregame, not a-not-not the postgame that I go out there and-and die for, and chay every Thursday like it's my last, not the postgame. We talkin' about classes, man. I mean, how Singler is that man? We talkin about classes. I know I'm supposed to be there I know I'm supposed to lead by example, I know that. And I'm not, I'm not shoving it aside like it don't mean anything. I know it's important. I do, I honestly do. But we talkin' about classes, man. What are we talking about? Classes? We talkin' about classes, man. We talk-we talkin' about classes. We talkin' about classes. We ain't talkin' about spittin' game, we talkin' about classes, man, when you come into Copperfield's, and you see me chay, you see me chay don't you? (Absolutely) You see me get everything they got don't you? (Absolutely) We talkin' about classes right now."
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sucks to soil the 177th top feeling with something usually only used to enhance it. You know the drill: it’s Thursday, so you change into something that screams “I’m 21” before heading to Copperfield’s. You stick some Aqua Reef on you and you’re ready to go. At the last possible moment you notice a white stain on the side of your shirt (like the chick in the picture). Who it is, how it got there, we do not know. All that can be confirmed at that moment is that the stain simply won’t cut it. What a waste. It’s not that there isn’t something else in your wardrobe that can replace your current shirt, it’s just a hassle to do so. Part of the reason is that the stain isn't immediate. It starts off faint, and doesn't blossom into a distraction until you're in your pregame. Also, this rarely happens, so when it does you’re caught off (Right) guard. Most deodorants don’t ever do this; when you switch up your deodorant game is when this happens. Sometimes you plow through the adversity, trying to ignore the splotch of sadness for the duration of the night. But with every encounter that night you know that you’re not at your best. You can see the little bastard smiling at you. It’s a spawn of Singler, and it doesn’t want you to succeed. I’ll figure you out one day, but I’ll never let you take a Thursday from me.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
This sound got me going back in the 3rd grade era. It only meant a couple things: I was either about to have interaction with my "gf" for the first time in a couple days (even though she was in my class) or I was about to draw up the weekly plans with my crew to ditch Micah or Noah after school the following day. Mom needed to use the phone? That could wait, this couldn't. Whenever I heard the beeping (circa 0:13 in the video) I'd know I was almost there. Quick check of the friends online (they were all on there because it was pre-coordinated), scope out the girls' profiles, filled with their friends initials and hearts, edit my profile (Screenname: baseballfanatic3426157 Age: old enough Sex: Good), then it was time to get it going. This sound brings me back.
Sportscenter brought "The Rundown” to the left side of the screen to show viewers what’s coming after the over-speculation on Manning’s neck, and I gotta tell ya, it keeps me tuned. It’s reminiscent of the old days. Middle-school thrived on it, high-school featured it, and I’ve missed it at the Heights--until now. When teachers would write the day’s agenda on the board, the class would scope it out and if “Hand in Homework!” was anywhere on that board, you knew someone wasn’t making it through the class. Out of those of us who stuck it out, there were some who spent the first 40 minutes of class drafting excuses in our notebooks, some to more avail than others. Others would find a bro who had completed the assignment and pass it around to complete during class, but those kids sometimes got nabbed. Either way, it was a good warning to have, and the times you came out on top were followed by celebrations. It’s always better to cheat the system and get away with it than to do what’s asked. That’s what I know, that’s how we live.
I’ve had this class twice here now, and both times the full-blown agenda was on the board. The PEPS didn’t mention this, but there was mention of the sporadic homework collection. I’m a betting man, so I’m gonna love taking my chances.
I know I’m pissing into the wind if I think the man’s gonna write “Homework Collection” on the board, but it’s still a great tool to use in fighting the great fight: in fighting the grind. Classes are long in the first week, but this one is particularly so. It’s brutal, but having the chafe list up there is great because as I tune in and out, I realize what bullet number we’re at on the board. This gives me hope, especially in a no lap-top class, that we are in fact getting closer.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
A 36-year-old man has been charged after he allegedly broke into singer Celine Dion's home near Montreal, raided the fridge and even took the time to pour himself a bath, police said Tuesday.
He was nabbed by police in the Montreal suburb of Laval on Monday afternoon after the alarm system went off.
Laval police spokesman Franco Di Genova said the suspect was getting ready to take a nice hot bath when police arrived with a canine unit.
"He opened the water faucets, was pouring a nice warmish bath (and) he even managed to eat some pastry that was in the fridge," Di Genova said.
"The suspect was coming down the big staircase and was asking: 'Hey, guys what are you doing here?'," Di Genova said.
"So the officers replied: 'What are you doing here?' and they proceeded to put him under arrest."
Di Genova said the man had jumped a fence to get on the property and used a garage door opener that he found in an unlocked vehicle to gain access to the luxury residence.
Daniel Bedard, a Laval resident, was arraigned Tuesday on charges including breaking and entering, auto theft and causing property damage.
Let's give credit where credit is due: this guy can party. However, if I were to break into someone's house who has an estimated worth of $320 million, I don't think I'd head for the bath. I'd probably just do a panty raid then get the fuck out of there, something along those lines. Gotta love his reaction to the cops showing up.