While you were away...

While I was "hangin' with the smart kids" during my rolling roadshow of Texas (Austin to Houston to Austin to Burnet to houston to Austin) there was another event that involved me only in a third-party kind of involvement. While I was off drinking poolside with the geniuses, people were at my house drinking my Guinesses.

Saturday night (5/26/07) was UFC 71. Now, C-Bass being the ever vigilant UFC fan as he is asked if he could watch the Pay-per-View event at my place. I agreed, ordered the show, and set up the DVR to record it as he and some of our fraternity brothers watched the fights. I was happy to be hospitable, but I was a little scared of my house going from nice to not:

I was quite relieved when I got home and found it nicely maintained. That wasn't the only thing I found either. There was money paying for the pay-per-view on my bed and this little souvenir in the fridge:

I mean what can you say about guys like dese? I'm glad everyone had a good time. I finally got to watch the fights on Monday and because everyone should see what I saw, here is the link to watch the fight.

Staples... that was easy

And the day seemed to be going so well: I woke up, went to work, went and did my GPR scans near campus, met up with the guys for Bunch Lunch, and went back to a boss-less office. After I got all my paperwork stuff taken care of, I decided to rearrange my office (so you can't see my monitor from the hall). Anyways, while I'm moving my desk I heard a loud crash. Then I realized it came from my head. When I touched my head and brought back some bloody fingers I decided to ask if someone would drive me to the minor emergency center. A couple shots and staples later I was back at the office to finish up my day. "What did it look like?" you ask, well let me show you:

But you should see the other guy: (notice the curvature of my head where it hit me?)

So what did we learn from this kiddos? Don't get hurt so you can drink on Friday nights when friends come into town.

brewmen

The previous pen and paper exploits of brewmen will soon be making its way to the world wide web. After a 2 year hiatus, me and codimus got ourselves some shitty beer and a shittier movie and combined our powers for a night of derisive comedy. What is brewmen you ask. It’s a beer/movie rating system based on loosely on the mst3k and shame/failure. Beers are given a rating in 1 to 3 kegs and movies are rarely deserving of anything other than scorn. This week’s ratings should be posted tomorrow, I was too busy puking this morning to get the requisite beer bottle picture for the post.

The following video is for cody, because he will appreciate it more than any other viewer of this blog.

the bar

I believe my truck has now nearly paid for itself, from the many home depot runs to the recovery of a treasured pool table. Yesterday i moved a bar, and by a bar i mean "the bar" the behemoth that's so tall that girls need heels just to see where their drink is located, and so sturdy that Marshall has confidently danced on top. Now located with one of it's proud architects the beast will live on… as soon as we find a tap.

chi phi roll

we couldn't let the old girl go, so thanks to a couple hard working a bro's and a sweet new hernia the table has found a new home.

Comrade Optimus

Just caught this picture without an explanation attached except for the information that it came from Russia.

Comrade Optimus?
Road Warrior part dos?

Only good things can come of such a monstrosity. Maybe this is what it takes to protect vodka shipments from the Kosaks these days.

durant

In unrelated news cody can bench press more than kevin durant, Rick Barnes has went on to state

"If people question his strength, they're stupid," Texas' Rick Barnes said Tuesday, according to The Dallas Morning News. "If they are looking for weight lifters to come out of Texas, that's not what we're producing. There are a lot of guys who can bench press 300 pounds in the NBA who couldn't play dead in a cowboy movie. Kevin's the best player in the draft -- period, at any position."

I dare the sonics to pass.

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kitchen

I dont know how many of you saw my old house, needless to say it had not been updated much since its construction in 1960. Here is a pic of what is developing into a kitchen that doesn't look like nearly as shitty as it did last month. It is now worthy of the icehouse it contains.

UFC 75

As many of you know i am big fan of the UFC, here is the preview for one of the top events this year.  Its a good buildup to the fight, with some deep fighter backgrounds.

Hangin' with the smart kids

Last weekend, during my rolling roadshow tour of Texas (Austin to Houston to Austin to Burnet to houston to Austin) I was at Ross's mom's house near Camp Longhorn just outside of Burnet, TX. Michelle and I were there for a Ross's birthday dinner, along with some of his close friends.

As I do at all parties, I started telling stories. One of my favorites, at least when I'm standing next to a pool and jacuzzi, is from back in high school. Now the guys I'm relating my little tale to, Ben and Brendan, are very cerebral gentlemen. Let's just say they could join Mensa in a heartbeat... if they weren't already in it (guys?). So anyways, I'm telling the story about how my friend left his pool heater on the night before he had a party and when he woke up the pool was about 110-degrees. At this point, Ben looks at me in amazement and says, "Wow! It was boiling?!" To which Brendan had replied, "Farenheit, dude. Farenheit."

Now, this is a response that took me a little aback. This was the first time I have ever had to explain what temperature scale I was using during my story. I have never felt like people I was telling my story to were on a higher level more so than at that moment, and you know what, I thought it was kind of cool. I'm sure its one of those nerdy, Peter Parker kinds of cool, (but not Emo Peter), but I appreciated it.

Of course after finishing the story everything reverted back to fart jokes as our collective level of intoxication increased; sharply so upon the arrival of Mauri & Ray. The rest of the night was pretty fun: more stories, jokes, and a short-circuiting power line that showered sparks and caused brown-outs. I think I heard one of my favorite drinking stories ever from Brendan in which he and two other grad students were drinking on the roof of a bar and suddenly the other two grad students dissappeared as the roof gave way, on either side of Brendan. Great story. But I still can't beleive I had to explain I wasn't talking in metric units. Fellas, I salute you.

i pity the fool that drinks a twelver and finds clippers