Eduardo's Soap Box

Problems, Problems

2008-11-13T22:06:00.001-06:00

http://www.tnr.com/politics/story.html?id=0ff27be1-d474-49ca-ab49-a145371c9eb3&k=10010

Ta-Nehsi's right. The Bush administration basically went shopping on a credit card for 8 years, and has now handed the bill over to Obama.

Emmanuel and Israel

2008-11-09T23:47:00.001-06:00

http://jeffreygoldberg.theatlantic.com/archives/2008/11/rahm_emanuel_and_israel.php

Jeffrey Goldberg expounds upon why Emmanuel may be an excellent choice as far as Israel is concerned. This is a problem I believe the US needs to address soberly and realistically. The Israel/Palestine question is not, as some Evangelicals will contend, a step on the way to the rapture.

Manly Men

2008-11-08T21:23:00.001-06:00

I f*****g hate this show yet I can't get the damned song out of my head. So, everyone must suffer with me.

From the Guardian

2008-11-06T20:53:00.001-06:00

http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/blog/2008/nov/05/john-mccain-sarah-palin/print

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

2008-11-06T20:50:00.002-06:00

http://www.motherjones.com/kevin-drum/2008/11/dishing_on_palindont_lie_you.html

Let the dirty laundry air out!!!

McCain and Khalidi

2008-11-03T15:05:00.001-06:00

http://harpers.org/archive/2008/11/hbc-90003795

This shows that McCain had much closer ties to Khalidi than Obama ever did. Very interesting.

Why I find Palin disturbing

2008-10-29T16:38:00.001-05:00

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/?pageId=79276

This is the kind of thinking that she represents. Its nothing more than people shamelessly manipulating religion in the name of a political agenda. Disgusting.

Effective

2008-10-29T10:35:00.001-05:00

The Lighter Side

2008-10-28T23:40:00.001-05:00

Given the horrible events of Monday, I thought this would be appreciated.

The GOP's Assault on Learning

2008-10-27T15:06:00.002-05:00

http://www.slate.com/id/2203120/

Although I have my issues with Christopher Hitchens, I think he makes a couple sound points at the end about the potential direction the GOP is headed.

Part II

2008-10-23T23:46:00.001-05:00

More McCain Rally nonsense

2008-10-23T23:39:00.001-05:00

Ugh...

Seriously...

2008-10-23T13:27:00.002-05:00

This is exactly what I want: James Dobson calling the shots for a GOP led administration. Seriously, how can republicans still preach small government and less-invasive government with a straight face?! This is a joke. The republican party will not be able to survive if the only groups left in the tent are ditto heads and religious conservatives.

Dumb and Dumber Pt. 3?

2008-10-23T13:19:00.002-05:00

Click the link. I know it's mean, but right now I don't care. I've made no secret of the fact I despise Palin.

Yikes!

2008-10-21T14:40:00.000-05:00

I really find this kind of reasoning frightening.

Jon's pissed

2008-10-21T13:18:00.003-05:00

I'm trying to embed the video of Jon Stewart's devastating look at Wasilla on last night's show. If it doesn't come through though, click the link to Andrew Sullivan's blog. You can find it there.

Confronting Hatred

2008-10-21T11:54:00.001-05:00

This is reassuring to see.

Bird-Brained Idea?

2008-10-20T21:40:00.001-05:00

Just one of numerous reasons why I love this team. I have a feeling big things are in store this year.

http://sabres.nhl.com/team/app/?service=page&page=NewsPage&articleid=387685

Coates on the McCain Strategy

2008-10-20T21:23:00.002-05:00

http://ta-nehisicoates.theatlantic.com/archives/2008/10/do_it_rick.php

Ta-Nehisi Coates gives voice to what I think a lot of others are thinking. What McCain is doing is not republicanism, it is not conservatism, it is disgusting.

Conservative = Fascist?

2008-10-18T16:34:00.003-05:00

On 17. October 2008, conservative talk show host Lars Larson appeared on the Larry King Live show to provide conservative analysis of the Presidential debate this past Wednesday. He argued that because of his economic policies, Barack Obama is a Marxist.

When Larry King confronted Larson on this accusation, and asked if that meant all Republicans can be considered fascists, Larson said absolutely not! Conservatism in America, he explained, celebrates the individual, while fascism celebrates the country.

Unable to resist, I send Larson the following email:

Mr. Larson,

On your October 17 appearance on Larry King Live, Mr. King asked you if
the right could be defined as fascist because you labeled the left as
Marxist.  In response, you argued that conservatism in America could not
be equated to fascism because American conservatism celebrates the
individual, while fascism celebrates the country.

The slogan of the McCain campaign is "Country First."  Does this mean
you are equating the McCain/Palin campaign with fascism?

Greatest Advertising Strategy Ever

2007-02-01T01:02:00.000-06:00

How cool is this? The (Lite-Brite) Mooninites have managed to shut down the entire city of Boston as a Terror threat! Who does this reflect worse on? Cartoon Network, for a poorly planned advertising strategy, or the people of Boston, who thought a couple of cartoon characters were the latest Al-Qaeda plot.

The impressive thing is, they did it without the Foreigner Belt.

Ignignot: Let us leave this primitive rock because there's nothing but cavemen here.

Ur: Say goodbye, cavemen. Go beat rocks together, you sissies! Freakin' nerds!

O' Archduke

2007-01-29T23:16:00.000-06:00

http://www.avclub.com/content/videocracy/103

Yes, I realize its been forever since I've written. I'll pick up again soon when NHL playoffs arrive (or perhaps sooner). In the mean time though, I thought I'd offer you all this link. Click it for the funniest thing I've ever seen. Props to Greg for finding it. I must warn though, I absolve myself from any responsibility for those who view.

Enjoy!

A random thought or two

2006-11-25T00:00:00.000-06:00

Today was black friday. It was also national sleep-in day. Take a guess which one I chose to partake in? Kudos if you guessed the latter.

It's good to be back home. Minneapolis is nice, but when it comes down to it I still think Buffalo is better. Good people, good food, GREAT hockey. That being said, this place better get its financial house in order. People are too damn resistant to change here.

Long Live Satish!!!

I wanted nothing more than to go out to breakfast this morning with my dad, but he stiffed me because he says I order too much. So, I stayed at home for most of the day and had to settle for a bowl of honey graham life cereal. Don't underestimate it.

I made up partially for it by getting Dunkin' Donuts coffee. Ain't nothin' wrong wit' dat!

Tenacious D, Pick of Destiny was over rated in my opinion. It had its moments, but was no Borat. Now THERE's a film. I should go see it for a fifth time.

I just noticed my dad uses Paychex to provide his payroll services. Tom Golisano would be happy.

I'm out.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2006-11-23T22:41:00.000-06:00

So, having been prompted by several people, I've decided to start posting to my blog again. I would have done so last night, but ended up feeling quite good after a string of Molsons at Coles. How good? The night ended with me serenading my dear friend Freddie Funbags with Madonna's hit song Papa Don't Preach. I'm sure he loved it.

Today I enjoyed breakfast w/ dear ole' dad, and then ran off the excessive caloric intake from the night before (in addition to the several molsons I also took advantage of a $2 pizza deal before all was said and done). Dad on the other hand decided Thanksgiving was the perfect day to change the brakes on the car. That was cut short however by an eye injury suffered in the garage. He is currently listed as day to day on the injury report, and will be a game time decision tomorrow.

As for me, I have no idea what tomorrow holds yet. Hopefully pancakes for breakfast, but we'll see. All I know is that now there are cookies and cornbread sitting in the kitchen that have yet to be eaten. Heresy! I must take care of that...

Quest for the Cup 2007

2006-10-04T01:13:00.000-05:00

That's right, it is now officially October 4, that means....... yep, you guessed it......... HOCKEY SEASON HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!!!!!! That being said, I have a feeling this year about the Sabres. I have a feeling this will be the year of the slug.

So, while I would like to ramble on longer about how I love Sabres hockey, I really do need to go to bed. Twins game 2 is tomorrow, which means I need to be at the bar by noon. ABD life certainly is wonderful.... Hmmmmm, me in a bar for 3 hours, followed by me teaching my night class for 3 hours. This has incident written all over it. Especially considering that I have to teach during the Sabres game. Bah.

Sabres in '07

Let's Go Sluggalo!!!

2006-09-16T00:35:00.000-05:00

Ahhh, its the time of the year when life will soon again have meaning. What time is that you ask? Why the start of hockey season of course! In the spirit of the time, I purchased this afternoon tickets to 6 hockey games in December. Basically, I figured out the next time I would definitely be back in Western New York, and bought tickets to every hockey game during that stretch. This year is a bonus. The last game I will see is against Toronto! Plus if we make the playoffs again, I get the option to purchase tickets ahead of time. Jackpot! Sadly, the Flying Slug Mullets will not be venturing up to the land of the skating Xmas trees this year. That being said, I am fighting an inner struggle with myself now on whether or not to purchase a new jersey this year. I was adamant that I wasn't going to do it, but after seeing them, its kinda tempting. ..

Oh, I should point out too, since the last time I've written, I have since achieved ABD status at UMN. That means I am now an official doctoral candidate at the University of Minnesota. Not like that means anything, just that now I kind of have something to show for three years up here.

One down,one to go

2006-08-28T23:21:00.000-05:00

Today I finally got something to show for my three years in Minnesota. I got my MA in history following the successful defense of my thesis. I'm now half the man that Fred is!

Comprehensive pre-Germany post

2006-08-07T19:34:00.000-05:00

So, I just got back from Deutschland, with plenty of pics to come. However, I first wanted to do a comprehensive post of what I'd been up to before then. So, here is the brief, Reader's Digest version (as my Russian teacher would say) of June and July, 2006. It includes my trip to Bethlehem, PA, a defacto minor league baseball tour, and my mid-western odessey.

2006-08-07T19:31:00.000-05:00

Downtown Bethlehem

While in Bethlehem, I took the time to scope out some minor league baseball. This is from Scranton Wilkes-Barre.

There was a rain delay for 1.5 hrs.

Eventually, they got the game underway.

The next day, I went to a ball game in Reading, PA. On the way I stopped at a very important site in Buffalo Bills history.

The football field of Kutztown University!

I'm in the endzone where the great Andre Reed once caught TD passes!

Reading was a really cool place to see a game.

The crowd really got into it.

Scoreboard shot.

The Moravian College campus in Bethlehem.

The grave of Brother Ettwein. Many of the diary entries we transcribed were either by or about this guy. So, one afternoon I went to find his grave.

Lightning struck here in the 18th century, and scared the bejeezus out of the missionaries.

The last game I tried to go to was in Trenton, NJ

Unfortunately, it never got going.

We had Wegmans in Bethlehem!!!

Joe, this is for you.

This one too.

What would a minor league baseball tour be without the Bisons?

On the way back, I stopped in Ft. Wayne to see the Wizards.

Ironically, I got in for free because someone left a ticket three rows up behind home at Will Call. How cool is that?

This is the 90 just south of Chicago on my way back.

On my way back, I met up with Mercedes, who was staying at this historic, octagon house from the 1860's. It was in Monroe, Iowa, as rural as rural can get.

This is Mercedes. I think there was some caption I was supposed to put with this picture, but I can't remember. I suppose this is why I shouldn't wait 2 months to post about something.

Mercedes wearing the wolf hat with Snake, a stand up guy and colonial re-enactor. He's a bit hon-ry though if you ask me...

Mercedes was armed and dangerous in Monroe.

She's also got guns, so either way she'll kick your butt.

I got talked into going to a pseudo-rendezvous at a county fair in Osh Kosh, Wisconsin over the 4th of July weekend.

Mercedes - the rendezvouser

Lazy-butt

I see you

Here she's having a conversation with Greg above her.

Sunday at the Potsdamer Platz

2006-07-30T08:22:00.000-05:00

Greetings from Berlin. I'm currently at the Sony Center at Potsdamer Platz in Berlin, Germany. Potsdamer Platz used to be one of Berlin's commercial centers until it was leveled during the war, and subsequently turned into a no-mans land by the wall for 50 years. Yet in the last 10 years it has undergone an incredible revival to once again become one of Berlin's most bustling areas. While I wanted to do work here this afternoon, I've found myself taking advantage of the internet access to just randomly surf for the first time in 2 weeks, as well as serving as the defacto computer guru for the dozens of other people who brought their laptops, but can't seem to get wifi.

2006-07-30T08:17:00.000-05:00

My view from the Alex Cafe in the Sony Center at Potsdamer Platz.

The roof of the center.

My pretentious "work picture."

Fun with the family, or My Brother Woobie: A Photo Essay

2006-07-08T12:05:00.000-05:00

While at home I of course had lots of quality family time, especially with my little brother woobie. In addition to still being tight with a buck, woobie has also picked up the habit of talking like Samuel L. Jackson. In other words, he drops the F-Bomb a lot. Now I'm not just saying he drops a MoFo here and there, I'm saying casual conversation in our household now passes for "Yo Mom WTF?!?! Thats Bull S***!" So, if you see woobie, just tell him he needs new shoes.

2006-07-07T23:47:00.000-05:00

Grandma: "You know, you could be makin' $50,000 a year cleaning port-a-potties. You don't even need a college education for that! How much are you making as a grad-student?"

Dad was saying something kind of funny here, but I can't remember now. I suppose that's why I shouldn't wait 2 months to blog about something.

Woobie likes to eat, and he's apparently pretty good at it too. He's in the finals for the 97 Rock Chicken Wing eating contest. Next thing you know, he'll be challenging that Japanese dude for the title.

This is still the cheapest man on the planet. It shames me deeply that such a cheap bastard is advertising a fine institution like the University of Minnesota. If you see him though, tell him he really needs new shoes.

I think he's starting to get pissed at me here. Either that, or he's giving me some wierd, "Woobie look."

He's getting madder... this is like watching a tea kettle boil! I really don't think the U would be happy if they knew they were associated with such an individual.

work it, work it...

I am sooooooo stoned right now...

You can tell we're having a barn-burner of a conversation here.

Gotta stay clean fo da laaadies!

I'm cool as a cucumber, you can't phase me with all the pictures. Look at those big ole' slots in my cheeks.

Mom! Tell him to quit taking pictures of me!

Wow! Look at the size of that booger!

Mission complete! We have a visual F-Bomb! In front of Grandma nonetheless!!!! Oh woobie...

It's Always Hockey Time in My World

2006-07-07T20:08:00.000-05:00

So, I'm starting to hear it about not regularly updating, so I've decided to work through the litany of pictures I took over the past month. Hell, it beats writing my prelim exam. These pictures are from the end of May when I took a road trip to Raleigh, NC to Game 5 of the Eastern Conference NHL finals. Sadly, Buffalo lost the game, and eventually the series, but that did not prevent this from being one helluva fun trip. Enjoy...

2006-07-07T20:06:00.000-05:00

Navigator Woobie

Big Ed the driver

Freddie Funbags, the studious scholar

Self portrait of me, the spirit of the trip

We drove through hillbilly country.

"Excuse me, what exactly does the buffet consist of?"

No place like Shoney's for breakfast buffet.

Excuse Me, what exactly does the buffet consist of?

On the journey, woobie was an avid video gamer.

As was Freddie. If you go to his blog, you'll see that as they were gaming, I was doing my Kanye West impression.

Before the game, we went sight seeing in down town Raleigh.

RBC Center, you'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany...

Fred insisted I take this one, because I'm a TA.

True hockey fans...

These dudes asked the ticket lady if the game was sold out. We didn't hear her answer, but they burst out lauging, so I'll assume it was no.

Big Ed and Woobie fraternizing with the enemy in a sea of red. So embarassing...

I made up for their pathetic display of Buffalo pride.

Arena shot. I didn't like it.

Buffalonians brought the mayhem. We made our city proud!

Dear old dad did not know what to make of the chaos!

Weekend in Wisconsin

2006-07-03T23:35:00.000-05:00

I just got back from a night of camping in Wisconsin with a group of 18th century American historical re-enacters. An absolutely fascinating two days. If I can get off my lazy butt, perhaps I'll post the pictures I took. In the mean time, I thought I would add that the weekend also lent itself to a new found appreciation of Zydeco music (the re-enacter camp was connected to a local festival, that happened to feature a three day Zydeco festival). You haven't lived until you've heard Golddigger - a la Zydeco.

Robert Randolph and the Family Band

2006-07-01T22:49:00.000-05:00

I just found out that Robert Randolph and the Family Band are playing Thursday at the Square on July 27. Sadly, I will not be in Buffalo to see this (I'll be in Germany), but I want to encourage those of you who will be there to go to this show. Robert Randolph is an amazing steel pedal guitarist, and consistently puts on a great live show.

So, Joe, Fred, Scott and Dave, please see this one for me.

Rant time

2006-06-07T20:24:00.000-05:00

http://www.buffalonews.com/editorial/20060607/1046457.asp

I'm currently in Bethelehem, PA taking part in a German transcription seminar. I wanted to write about the incredible scenery here in the Lehigh valley, but decided to hold off on that in favor of a rant.

You see, today I went online to read the front page of the Buffalo News. Although I no longer live there, Buffalo is still my home, and I like to keep abreast of what's going on back there. That was when I read the article linked above, about an ongoing political dispute in my home town of Amherst involving the Town Supervisor Satish Mohan and the town board, who appear hell bent on doing everything to deep six Mohan.

So, now its rant time. Local politics is never pretty, and often involves petty disputes, political machines and obscene amounts of corruption. Sadly, Amherst is no exception. Mohan was elected on the republican ticket, but is far removed from the republican party machine. As a result, politicians on both sides of the spectrum have stonewalled his every attempt at reform, preferring to line their own pockets, and preserve their own patronage networks rather than do what is best for the people of Amherst.

Unsurprisingly the article highlights Councilmen Dan Ward and Bill Kindell as two of Mohan's most outspoken critics. Ward and Kindell are both careerist political hacks who are more concerned for their own survivial and the preservation of their own patronage networks than they are with doing what is right for Amherst. Mohan highlighted the lack of accountability with the use of town automobiles. Kindel blew this off as barely a dent in the town's almost $5 million dollar budget shortfall. He fails to see though that it is just this line of reasoning, blatant disregard for responsiblity, that has led Amherst to the position it is. Maybe gas prices do not amount to that much, but attempting to account for town auto usage indicates that our elected officials are responsible and accountable.

Both Kindel and Ward claim that Amherst is not suffering from a budget shortfall, and that unless concrete proof is provided, action should not be taken. I however think they are all to happy to ride the cash cow for all its worth, and then once the town really hits dire straits, both will resign their positions and either slip into obscurity, or secure some other political patronage job. They made the problem, but it will be the people of Amherst who need to clean it up.

Therefore, to the oh-so large number of people who read my blog and can vote in Amherst elections, I urge you to take a stand, back Mohan and vote out the political hacks Ward and Kindel. They have proved they are not worthy of the public's trust.

Seventh Heaven

2006-05-31T14:30:00.000-05:00

We can do it. I don't think anyone is ready for this ride to end yet.

Let's go Buffalo!!!

I believe

2006-05-29T22:58:00.000-05:00

Never give up. We will not lose Game 6 at home. Any team that has stupid Ric Flair as their head cheer leader does not deserve to win anything.

Oooh Ahhhh Sabres on the War path!

I stand corrected

2006-05-26T23:09:00.000-05:00

Five hours later, it decided to post.

BBVD in B-Lo

2006-05-26T23:04:00.000-05:00

So I posted earlier today about random thoughts from my trip home earlier this week, but apparently blogger wants to be difficult, and refused to post it. Let's just say that it involved driving into a swarm of flies on the 94 in Wisconsin, and my new found love of the song Golddigger.

In any event, the following pictures are from Thursday night's concert by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in downtown Buffalo. Its always the happenin' place to be. The night also involved food and a renewal of Joe's and my appreciation for Roll the Highlight Reel, the greatest calls of Rick Jeanerette CD. All in all, it feels very very good to be back in Buffalo.

That being said, I need to jet because tomorrow is an early day as we get ready for our road trip to Raleigh, NC to go see the Sabres play the Hurricanes in Game 5. Go Sabres!!!!

2006-05-26T23:02:00.000-05:00

Joe impatiently waiting for Dave to change before the concert.

Stage shot, lots o' people.

My too cool brother Woobie.

Three dudes enjoying their drinks. Dave liked this shot better because of the look he's giving the camera.

My lame attempt at a self-portrait during the show.

BBVB behind the stage. During "Go Daddio" Joe and I were loudly belting the chorus off to the side. We caught the attention of the trumpet player who kept egging us on. Very cool.

Apparently Thursday at the Square is also an indication that the apocalypse is nearing.

No city is more devoted to its hockey team than Buffalo. This was the scene on Chippewa.

Joe's shocked reaction to the bust in the parking lot behind him. We observed this as we chased a couple fire trucks to see where they were going.

Waiting for food at Jim's Steak-Out. Woobie apparently found something interesting in the paper.

Fabulously fun Freddie Schrock came back from Canada to grace us with his presence. Here we see the dejected look on his face as he checked door 2 of 3 at Baskin Robbins hoping to get in. No luck there, but we eventually found out that the third time really is the charm.

Back in B-Lo

2006-05-26T15:46:00.000-05:00

Some random thoughts after arriving back in Buffalo last night.

1) There is no cooler experience than driving through a swarm of flies on a highway. I did it on the 94 in Wisconsin. There were bug guts every where.

2) I hate country music with a passion after 16 hrs. on the road in the rural midwest.

3) I have a new found appreciation for the song Golddigger. I must get a recording of it.

4) Truck stops = Red Neck heaven

5) There is no place I would rather be than Buffalo, NY. Minneapolis is nice, but it doesn't have the intangibles found here.

6) I love being in a city that is actually passionate about its hockey team.

7) I think I had more fun in 5 hours last night with Joe, Fred and Dave than I did all of last semester in Minneapolis. While I have a good time in MN, its nice hanging out with friends where my little eccentricities are accepted as the norm, not looked upon as extremely wierd.

8) I need to go prepare for the big drive down to North Carolina tomorrow. I'm out.

Random Musings and Updates

2006-05-22T21:45:00.000-05:00

As I sit here now writing up my reading list for my comparative prelim exam in modern African history (my comparative field), with the Tenacious D album playing in the background (Wonder Boy) I feel compelled to just post some random musings.

First off, I passed my general and sub area exams last week. I found out over the weekend. Just in case anyone was curious...

Second: The Carolina Hurricanes just cannot win this series. They should still be in Hartford, and any city south of DC should not have a hockey team.

Third: Wayne's World just isn't as funny as I remember it as a 10 year old. Yes, the Bohemian Rhapsody scene was still worth a laugh or two, but that movie just does not hold up to the test of time.

Fourth: I realized this afternoon I still need an oil change on my car. Therefore, in between the litany of stuff I need to do tomorrow, I need to find a place to change my oil (have no fears Fred, it will get done!)

Fifth: I think I am going to try to make time like I've never made before tomorrow as I attempt to make it back to Buffalo for the BBVD show at TATS. I think it can be done.

Sixth: Why does Sam Roberts have to play a show in Cleveland the weekend I'll be in Bethlehem, PA? Why won't he come to Minneapolis?

Seventh: I'm tired of work. I want to be done already.

Eighth: Speaking of which, I think it's time to go back to work.

Road Trip!

2006-05-17T23:42:00.000-05:00

I have never, nor will I ever claim to be grounded in reality. I live in fantasyland, and most of the time, I prefer it that way. If ever there was any doubt that I was suddenly living in the real world, I think I put an end to that today with the purchase of NHL Eastern Conference Finals tickets to game 5 in Carolina. Yep, with prelims continuing, an MA to finish up, and a prospectus to craft, I've decided to pull up stakes and support the Sabres in hostile territory the Sunday before Memorial Day. This presents me with a wierd quandry though. I'm going to have to hope that neither team sweeps the series.

Alright, on that note, its back to studying for my German Sub Area exam on Friday.

Let's Go Buffalo!

Reflections of a German History Graduate Student

2006-05-17T00:12:00.000-05:00

Ok, the title is supposed to be a subtle reference to the Russian statesman Pobodenotsev's "Reflections of a Russian Statesman" from the late 19th century. Any body catch it? Didn't think so....

So, today I had my general pre-doctoral written exam in modern European history. This is essentially what I've been working my butt off preparing for over the last 3 months. It consisted of three written questions over an 8 hr. period.

As far as actually writing the exam, it didn't seem that bad. I had the questions the night before, and was able to write up extensive outlines for each question. I think the hardest part was just sitting in one room for 8 hours, and writing approx. 30 pages during that period. It was a massive test of endurance if anything.

In fact, I'd say it was almost anti-climactic. I spent so much time writing up these extensive reviews of every book under the sun only to discover that I actually used maybe 1/2 of the list. The funny thing is, no matter how much people tell you not to worry about it, that the reviews are pointless, you don't realize until the very end. At the same time, for the first time in months, I did feel like I had some large impending doom hanging over my head waiting to squash me. I actually kind of enjoyed a work-free evening for the first time in who knows how long. Although I was thwarted in my one plan for relaxation. I could not find Wayne's World at the local Target... Bah...

Well, for me this is round 1 of 3, albeit the worst of the three. Round 2 comes Friday morning when I take my sub-area exam in German history. Its a 4 hr. written exam for 2 questions. I'll be done at 1pm Friday. Hopefully there will be much rejoicing afterwards....

More Hockey Insanity

2006-05-17T00:05:00.000-05:00

http://www.buffalonews.com/editorial/20060516/1003534.asp

This is to prove that I'm not completely nuts when it comes to performing wierd hockey superstitions. Mine? I have an authentic, white and black LaFontaine jersey that wear during game time. Haven't washed it in a couple months, but when I switched during the Philly series to my blue and gold LaFontaine jersey, we lost. So, in my mind, that indicated the power of the other jersey. That is not the only ritual though. I also call my father after evey Buffalo goal. Calling him, and yelling his ear off is essential. In my mind, I'm convinced these are important rituals that contribute heavily to the team's success. Any deviation could prove disastrous. How so you ask? Well, before the one game we lost to Ottawa I called Joe. I never call Joe before a game. We lost. Therefore, Joe I can never call you again before another hockey game. At the same time I don't think it was smart of me to be carrying around a broom all evening...

Captain's Log: May 15, 2006. 8:12 pm CST

2006-05-15T20:14:00.000-05:00

After refueling at Jimmy John's, I have resumed work again. I have been at it now for 6.5 hrs and believe I know the direction most of my answers will take. While that is reassuring, its some what depressing to realize that the reams of book reviews I wrote up in preparation are about 55% useless. My questions only cover roughly half of the bibliography. .. Its just a process now of trying to incorporate as many authors as possible. There will hopefully be much rejoicing at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon.

The mother of all exams

2006-05-15T16:59:00.000-05:00

Today at approx. 1:30 pm I got my exam questions for my General prelim tomorrow morning. At first glance, they're not too bad. I'll have to spend the night prepping, but I should hopefully be ok. I will be overjoyed when tomorrow afternoon arrives.

Has my grandmother gone senile?

2006-05-15T00:48:00.000-05:00

My grandmother is a very technologically saavy person for someone her age. She is an avid AIM user, and knows more computer lingo than your average 16 year old obssessed with the Sims. Occasionally though, she sends me some really wierd messages that make absolutely no sense. Take todays classic for example:

Grandma (4:21:48 PM): Happy Mothers Day!! Did your son give you a gift?
Grandma (4:22:14 PM): He gave you apples?
Grandma (4:29:32 PM): Say Hi to Steve for me. And remember I love you, nothing will ever change that. I forgive you for that time you removed your bra and had your boobies bouncing all over the place. Your Son wasn't to happy and expressed his anger to me. Edward crashed his scooter again and fell off the pier. Some fisherman came and rescued him with their boat. I hope everything goes well with you operation tomorrow. Love Dorie

Now this is completely nonsensical, and normally I would be worried that dear grandma is going senile. The last time she IM'd me, on Easter Sunday, she gave me a very detailed description of her supposed urinary tract infection. Very disturbing!

Yet, I think the more likely explanation is that poor grandma is the victim of idetntity theft by the pranksters that are my little brother and father, seeing as the only time I get these wierd messages is when they are over visiting her.

This leads me to ask, why do you two insist on making her out to be absolutely bats? Just remember I'm coming home in a couple weeks, and when I do I will avenge poor grandma with my digital camera. ...and you thought January was bad...

By the way woobie, ever get that hair problem solved?

I Believe

2006-05-14T00:27:00.000-05:00

Tonight my beloved Sabres rolled past the Ottawa Senators into the Eastern Conference Finals on a Shorthanded goal by Jason Pominville in Overtime. Not only is this a sweet victory, but winning tonight means I can now concentrate on my exams in semi peace. Of course, after my joyous outburst this evening, I think I permanently spooked my cat, and have temporarily lost my voice. Thats ok though it will come back.

LET'S GO BUFFALO!!!!

Quite the Quandry

2006-05-09T17:43:00.000-05:00

Next Tuesday are my general preliminary doctoral exams. What that basically means, is I have a 6 hr. exam covering 200 years of European history based on a 5 pg. bibliography I compiled a few months ago. Thats right, 3 months of preparation that will determine my professional future are all boiled down to 6 hrs. and 3 essay questions next Tuesday. Here is the quandry though. A possible Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Semi-Finals will be the night before. Do I eschew last min. prep. to watch the hockey game? I've always said you need to know where your priorities lie, and mine lie with the Sabres, so if forced to choose I think I know what I'll decide. I'm hoping though that the hockey gods will smile upon the great city of Buffalo, and the series won't even need 6 games. Let's Go Buffalo!

Rock 'em Sabres

2006-05-03T00:42:00.000-05:00

Now that is how you close out a playoff series. 7-1 Buffalo! Adios Philly, Bring on Ottawa!!!!!

Addendum to previous posts

2006-04-27T22:27:00.000-05:00

Random points:

1) I realized about 20 min. after posting today that Michael Farber is not the father of Alex P. Keaton, that would be Michael Gross. My bad, but that does not change the fact that Farber is still an utter retard.

2) After listening to Chemical City a few more times, my opinion has decidedly changed. While the music still seems somewhat more stilted on a few songs, the lyrics are just as deep as ever. My personal favorite so far: An American Draft Dodger in Thunder Bay

3) Buffalo still rocks. Nothing will ever change that. Let's Go Buffalo!

Strike me Down, and I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

2006-04-27T11:37:00.000-05:00

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/si_blogs/nhl/cup_blog/2006/2006/04/good-times-roll-in-philly.html

What the hell does Michael Farber know about hockey? He's an Actor! The only thing he ever did right was raise a good conservative son like Alex P. Keaton. That man must be destroyed, and Gauthier is nothing but a retarded goon. I love that idiot's comment about the spear last night. He needs to be dropped in a boiling hot vat of wing sauce, and then it should be dumped on the entire city of Philadelphia. I've never been there, but I don't think there is anything redeeming in that city. Any place that produces Bam Margera and the Flyers doesn't deserve to continue existing.

Lets Go Buffalo

In the midst of a massacre

2006-04-24T20:06:00.000-05:00

As the Sabres currently destroy the Flyers, I thought I would post the highlights from game 1, specifically Jeanerette's call on Campbell's devastating hit on R. J. Umberger.

Let's Go Buffalo!

Campbell's Hit

2006-04-24T09:28:00.000-05:00

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/si_blogs/nhl/cup_blog/2006/

To read about Campbell's devastating hit on Umberger Sat. Night, click the link, and look for the story about the hit in the Philly series. Possibly one of the greatest open ice checks I have ever seen.

Initial Reflections

2006-04-20T23:46:00.000-05:00

Today I got the new Sam Roberts album in the mail. I am not sure however what to make of it yet. Initially it seemed rather stilted, not having the same flowing, genuine qualities of the original. I love We Were Born in a Flame in part because it is intelligent, catchy music that flows so effortlessly. That being said, I think I'm warming to it a second time around, so I'll say the jury's still out on this one.

If you haven't heard it already however, you must get Sam Roberts' debut album. Not hearing it is a heretical Bildungsloecher in my book.

Let the Countdown begin

2006-04-12T22:51:00.000-05:00

Today I ordered my copy of Chemical City, the new Sam Roberts album. Right now the album is in the Amazon warehouse, waiting to be shipped to me in Minnesota. I can't wait!

Amidala the Gangsta Rapper

2006-03-28T00:51:00.000-06:00

http://www.nbc.com/Video/videos/snl_1439_natalieraps.shtml

Props to my friend Eric up here for showing me this. If you haven't seen it: Natalie Portman rapping!

Sabres on the Move!

2006-03-15T22:28:00.000-06:00

http://sports.espn.go.com/nhl/powerranking

We're creepin' up there! The best part is the reference to Duffs in the intro.

You Can Call Me Il

2006-03-08T23:20:00.000-06:00

http://www.harpers.org/ButYouCanCallMeIl.html

From now on I demand to be called the Lode Star of the Twentyfirst Century. Either that or the Eternal Bosom of Hot Love.

The Semester of Accomplishments

2006-03-07T22:48:00.000-06:00

In what I hope is the first of several great accomplishments this semester, I have just finished reading War & Peace, the epic novel by Tolstoy. My thought in a nutshell? Good, but as far as Russian novels go, I like Dostoevsky better. Still, I can now say I've read War & Peace!

Hissy Fit

2006-03-01T00:06:00.000-06:00

Hissy Fit

This German kid is hysterical. Basically, he's freaking out because his video game isn't going. This is gut-buster funny.

Kamakazie Pigeons

2006-02-26T11:51:00.000-06:00

This morning at about 9:45, as I was typing an email on my computer, I heard a loud crash in my roommate's bedroom. I ran in to discover his bed room window completely shattered. Utterly perplexed, I ran onto the balcony, searching for what I suspected were the little punks who threw a rock at his window, yet the courtyard was eerily quiet.

I went back inside to investigate the crime scene, and discovered the presence of several indicting feathers mixed in with the glass. Thats when I concluded that rather than a couple little pukes on the ground, we were the victim of a pigeon kamikazie attack. That leads me to ask, what did my roommate do to piss off the birds to the extent that they are divebombing our apartment?

That being said, I would like to use this platform to proclaim my undying loyalty and affection for giant rats with wings. Please don't attack my window. . .

Robert Randolph and the Family Band

2006-02-18T23:06:00.000-06:00

http://www.robertrandolph.net

On Wednesday night I went to First Ave. to see Robert Randolph and the Family Band. This has to be the third time I've seen them I think, but this was the first time I really appreciated just how talented this band is. They played primarily a 3 hr. set of 15-20 min. jams, but they were consistently en fuego the entire evening, never once losing the audience. It takes one hell of a jam band to be able to play with that much intensity for that long. If they come around, I highly recommend checking them out.

If you're curious, click the link to go to their home page. At the bottom, you can listen to several songs from their two albums. My favorite is Ted's Jam. I've been listening to it almost nonstop for the past two days!

Brokeback to the Future

2006-02-12T22:05:00.000-06:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfODSPIYwpQ

Who wudda thunk it. . . This is absolutely classic!

From Bespectacled to Despectacled

2006-02-12T10:48:00.000-06:00

This week I made a major, life-altering decision. I got contact-lenses. That's right, for the first time since 7th Grade, I'm no going sans-spectacles. My assessment so far: I like having peripheral vision. My new task is now to find a pair of real sun glasses.

Revenge of the hippies?

2006-02-06T22:56:00.000-06:00

Today while at campus I bought a package of "all-natural" (is anything now really all-natural?) cinnamon-sugar dried pita pieces from the store on the skyway. Oddly these have made me extremely noxious. Is this the revenge of the hippies which beauregard prattles incessantly on and on about? More likely I believe it is a result of the olestra laced doritos he served up at his super bowl party last night. Ultimately this just further proves my point: Organic food from the co-op = good.

A Blue-Collar Team of Lunch-Pail Heroes

2006-02-02T23:31:00.000-06:00

http://www.thehockeynews.com/en/news/news.asp?idNews=20004

Yet another reason to love the Sabres.

Noch Mal! Ostwestfalen, Ostwestfalen, Arminia Bielefeld!!!

2006-01-25T19:54:00.000-06:00

http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story?id=356381&cc=5901

I know no one else in the world will care, but this afternoon Arminia Bielefeld sent themselves through to the semi final of the Deutsche Pokal by beating Offenbach. Hoorah Bielefeld! St. Pauli also won by defeating Werder Bremen. This is also noteworthy because of the culture, atmosphere, tradition and constant pressure surrounding the club from Hamburg.

That being said, Allez Allez Bielefeld!!!!!!

2 in one night

2006-01-23T23:49:00.000-06:00

This is so outrageous I just had to comment. I'm watching Minneapolis public access TV right now. The screen is just a big confederate flag, and a narrator telling the viewer, in the wake of Katrina, about what a threat the "negro" is to the white man in the South. The narrator goes on to suggest that the 2nd ammendment is the White man's greatest asset for keeping the "negro at bay," and that Katrina proved how far "negroes can degenerate." The solution? Send all the black people to Africa, which is uninhabited according to the narrator, and in need of people.

I'm not kidding. This is actually on TV right now. Sickening. . .

Overrated

2006-01-23T23:33:00.000-06:00

http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/columns/story?columnist=stein_marc&id=2302749

Last night LA Lakers star Kobe Bryant scored 81 points in a basketball game against the Toronto Raptors. Since then, the media has been falling all over itself to proclaim Kobe the best player ever.

I personally don't understand it. Yeah, Kobe is putting up monster numbers, but this is only because his team STINKS. Honestly, who else do the Lakers have besides Kobe? The only reason Kobe scores so much is because he's the only one who can. Look at the Lakers W/L record, and you'll see they're only a few games above .500, and will probably get knocked out early in the playoffs because the team has no one besides Kobe.

Explanation please?

2006-01-18T00:34:00.000-06:00

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/01/17/allen.death.ap/index.html

This quote is taken from the above article:

"Having suffered a heart attack back in September, Allen had asked prison authorities to let him die if he went into cardiac arrest before his execution, a request prison officials said they would not honor.
"At no point are we not going to value the sanctity of life," said prison spokesman Vernell Crittendon. "We would resuscitate him," then execute him."

If this logic makes sense to anyone, could you please explain it to me, because I sure as hell don't understand it.

Chuck Norris Facts

2006-01-14T18:10:00.000-06:00

Chuck Norris Facts

When I was home, Woobie hated every movie I mentioned to him. Finally I asked him, "Is there anything you do like?"

He replied: "Yes, Delta Force. Chuck Norris rocks!"

Woobie, this is for you.

Believing in Buffalo

2006-01-14T14:52:00.000-06:00

http://sports.espn.go.com/nhl/columns/story?columnist=burnside_scott&id=2290162

Ok, so its been a while since a feel-good story has been written about my beloved Sabres. Finally though, people are staring to notice that the team is en fuego. At least something is going right back home.

Rock 'em Sabres!!!

More fun with VH1

2006-01-12T22:47:00.000-06:00

This afternoon I was watching my favorite channel VH1 again. This time it was the "Top 100 Child Stars of All-Time." Now, this was actually entertaining (gasp!). However, even more entertaining were the commercials. Within a 15 min. span, I saw commercials for Viagra, KY Jelly, and Herpes medication. More creative, inventive euphanisms I have never heard.

On my soapbox

2006-01-11T01:54:00.000-06:00

Its 1:30, and I'm about to go to bed, but before I do I want to comment briefly about a TV show I was just watching. Having missed the Daily Show tonight, I began to flip forward, looking for something else to watch for a 1/2 an hour or so before going to bed. I didn't have to go far as on the very next channel I came across VH1's latest contribution to pop culture: "TV's Illest Minority Moments."

Apparently, this is supposed to be VH1's attempt to provoke a somewhat serious discussion over how minorities have been portrayed on television. You would never know it though from the actual content of the show. To begin with, what genius executive came up with the title of the show? What the hell does that even mean?

Secondly, this attempt to analyze stereotypes on television is anything but analytic. They simply show several clips from sit-coms, almost exclusively from the 70's and early 80's, and haul in commedians to crack a few cheesy jokes. No attempt to say how this impacted society, how people reacted to the show, or how stereotypes have changed over the past 40 years. Have there been no "ill" minority moments within the past 15 years? Not only is there no analysis, but even the examples from the 70's they use are pathetic. At one point they attempt to explore the portrayal of black people as servants, yet they examples they cite are Nell Carter in "Gimme A Break" and Florence Johnston in "The Jeffersons." Their assessment is that both of these women were sassy house keepers who were not afraid to give their bosses lip. What they fail to point out though is that these cases are actually very different in that Johnston works for a black couple, while Carter for a White family. How does this impact our understanding of the stereotype. Surely this complicates the comparison significantly. Well, apparently not according to VH1 who just passes it off as an opportunity for a couple cheap jokes by getting contemporary musicians and artists to offer commentary (although VH1 just provides the race of the person, not the occupation). The show could have had a very interesting discussion looking at the portrayal of black servants working for both black and white families. They could have also examined gender differences by comparing Johnston to someone like Geoffrey on the "Fresh-Prince of Bel-Air." Hell, this would not only have let us examine the different experiences of Gender, but even class, in that Geoffry worked for the very wealthy attorney Philip Banks. But no, that would have been asking too much. . .

Furthermore, VH1 entitled the show "minority" moments? Yet, what does this mean? Apparently VH1 would have you believe minority consitutes only Africans, Latin Americans (yes, using a term this large is problematic, but let me run with it), and Asians. What about Native Americans, Arabs, and Jews (yes I realize there is also a debate over whether or not Jewishness is even a racial category)? Are these groups not also racial minorities? Why stop there though? The show is only entitled "minority." Where is TV's portrayal of Homosexuality?

Ultimately, this show falls flat on its face, and one wonders what benefit it serves. it provides no analysis, and does not help us to understand how miniority stereotypes have changed over the years. Hell, it never even tells us what "ill" means.

Ok, I've had a long day w/airplanes and all. I want to sleep.

Excuse the unclarity and disjointedness. I'm out.

The Epic Ice Hockey Tournament

2006-01-10T02:04:00.000-06:00

Earlier tonight I engaged my brother in an epic ice hockey war on his nintendo. He won the first game, 4-3 (I was down early, but came storming back), and I defeated him in the second game 2-1. In the third game he mixed it up, moving away from his standard fat guy, middle guy, 2 skinny guy line up to play a middle guy, 3 skinny line. Needless to say this confused the heck out of me, and I looked like Drew Bledsoe trying to figure out a Bill Belicheck defense. In the 4th, epic game he played an all skinny line up versus my 3 skinny, 1 fat. The result: A scoreless three periods filled with blistering shots, and highlight reel saves. Ultimately we went to a shootout, where I fell 1-0. Epic it truly was.

Now I know some are thinking, its 3 am, and you have to leave at 10 to catch a flight back to MN. This is true, but to paraphrase the immortal Brody Bruce, "Sleep comes and goes Renee, but America, THE Commies. . . That comes along once, twice in a lifetime."

G'nite!

Hail to the Victor

2006-01-09T15:33:00.000-06:00

Last night I played ueber-video game Czar Woobie in a fight to the death battle in his 1988 Nintendo Classic Ice Hockey game. I am happy to say I escaped victorious with a 3-2 victory, sending the mighty Mother Russia (USSR) to a well-earned victory over the USA. Now in fairness, I should add this is probably the 6th or 7th time I've played the game since returning home. In our previous clashes I was defeated by scores of 7-4, 9-2, 12-5, 654-7, and 80, 568, 573, 912-1. All of that doesn't matter though because last night I won. For one day at least, I am the ueber-lame king of nintendo games.

Hockey Game 3: Sabres 3, Lightning 1

2006-01-06T14:11:00.000-06:00

Tonight was the third of four games in my hockey marathon. This game was especially intense in that everyone brought their game faces. As a result, I stepped my photo documuenting up a notch and took pictures of everything. Enjoy! (note, I goofed with the pictures so, they're a bit out of order.)

2006-01-06T14:08:00.000-06:00

Since I goofed, here are the choices: 1) zzzzzzzzz. 2) If you ask him about the game, he'll go on and on about how exciting it was. Just take it with a grain of salt. 3) Ho, Ho, Ho. . . At last we have the mighty Chewbacca. . . Ho ho ho. . . (Come'on, you have to admit, there's a slight resemblance to Jabba the Hutt ;) ).

He was all smiles though after the Sabres took the lead.

I was all smiles as well. I took so many pictures during the game, everyone must have thought I was insane (no comment from the peanut gallery).

This was the fan of the game. He matched our intensity, and then took it to a whole other level. We named him "Ditka."

"I went to the dentist today, and she told me I brush with too much intensity. If I keep going the way I am, I'll brush away my gums in no time." (Yes, this quote is almost verbatim)

"Ohhhh, We're half way the-re, OOOOO-OOOOOH, Livin' on a Pray-er, Take my hand and we'll make it I swe-ar. . ." (I was singing Bon Jovi when I took this. Yes, I use the word singing loosely).

The Tampa Bay Lightning have a player named Martin St. Louis. In his honor, Joe was calling himself "Joseph Kansas City."

I gave myself the moniker "Eddie Edmonton." Also, I have no clue what I'm doing here. I think I was getting into the music or something. The night was just full of insanity. . .

Jackson Cincinnatti. . . (He seriously looks demented here, I think its because he's talking about light bulbs)

Tampa pulls the goalie, OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. . .

He has his complementary calenders in hand, the Sabres won, and he got a nap. The dude is happy.

Let's Go Buffalo!!!

After the game, I went out with Fabulous Freddie Fun-Bags. We quickly got bored, so we went to visit this bad-ass manager at the local theater.

Fred, admiring the candy.

Woobie, what are you trying to tell me here?

This dude is so _______. (Note, read the letters).

Still no clue we're making fun of him. :)

He just figured it out.

Me in the midst of yet another Bon Jovi medley. I don't know what was up with me. I was just really into 80's rock last night.

Fred behind the wheel.

Ok, Fred and I drove into the city and found these billboards all over. They seriously freaked me out, so I asked Fred to turn around, pull over and let me take a picture. It is almost as bad as the Jesus Mural in Minneapolis.

Restaurant employees of Western New York, do not serve this man if he comes to your establishment. He is extremely cheap, and will not tip you properly. (After he got out from work, we met woobie for a late dinner. He freaked when I told him he needed to leave more than $1 as a tip. Speaking of which, when are you going to pay me back?)

2006-01-06T13:43:00.000-06:00

The snow is falling, its Hockey night in Buffalo, and here are two enthusiastic fans with their game faces! Actually, this is just after I was called a "Loud-Mouthed Ass-Hole" by my father for doing one too many Rick Jeanerette impressions. I tried to get everyone in the spirit by playing his new greatest hits cd in the car on the way downtown. I don't think it worked as well as I would have liked it to.

I was so hyped for the game, I forgot to take the obligatory face-off shot. Once again, good guys in Black.

Dad double-fisting from the concessions stand. Don't get between him and his fries.

During the first period, we were told to stay in our seats for a special surprise during the intermission. This was it. I feel robbed.

Joe's game face.

Dad's game face.

Ok, I've been thinking long and hard for a caption here, and I just can't decide. So, I'll make this multiple choice.

And I missed it

2006-01-04T11:04:00.000-06:00

Click the title to read another article on the best show that stupid Fox is cancelling. The worst part is I missed it because I was on the road back from Jamestown.

Game 2: Sabres 1, Panthers 2

2006-01-03T12:26:00.000-06:00

On New Years day I went to another hockey game, and then out to coffee with my parents and their friends. As you can see, it is only a matter of time before I am recounting this all to a shrink.

2006-01-03T12:24:00.000-06:00

Downtown Buffalo. I know, It's pathetic.

It was a skeleton crew for tonights game. Just myself and the Big Enforcer. Unfortunately this combination could not generate enough enthusiasm and spirit during the game.

Game Time! Good guys in Black this time.

Fight towards the end of the game. Sadly, Buffalo lost 2-1 to Florida. Lousy Southern Hockey teams. I hate them sooooo much. . .

After the game we went to Dennys to meet some friends of my parents for coffee. Why we always come here is beyond me, but far be it from me to complain in that I always get free food out of it. In any event, the night was highlighted by a conversation about the logistics and technicalities of getting a 4 hour erection. I would go through and recreate the entire conversation again, but it would probably be to vulgar for my family-friendly blog. :)

Lets just say, this was my dad's reaction to the mere thought of it. Frightningly, mum looks awfully happy too. Ok, am I the only son who has to listen to his parents prattle on and on and on in public about sex? I have seriously just freaked myself out by simply acknowledging the fact that I had to listen to my parents talk about the logistics of Viagara. I'm even more disturbed by the fact that I am using the word "logistics" as a euphanism for what was really said. How bad was it? ...

Ok, I goofed again with sending the pics, so here's another one of my dad thinking about the wonders of sex drugs.

2006-01-03T12:14:00.000-06:00

I meant to tack these on at the end. . . "My Virgin Ears, My Virgin Ears, My Virgin Ears!!!!"

"I can't believe I'm listening to my parents talk about sex. I can't take them anywhere. They are so immature."

Ok, I'm supposed to be shrugging my shoulders w/befuddlement here, but upon further review, it looks more like I'm trying to Raise the Roof.

Happy New Years

2006-01-02T00:34:00.000-06:00

C' Novim Godom! That is my poor attempt to write Happy New Years in Russian without Russian characters.

So, Last night was New Years, and I bet you are all just dying to know how I spent the night. Well, unfortunately I did not take my camera with me. I had a very intense, inner-debate with myself over whether or not to take my bad-ass Wool WWII field coat with me for the night. Ultimately I decided no, because only a total loser would wear that thing to a bar on New Years. So, it stayed at home. The corollary to that though is that since I had no big pockets, I decided to leave my camera at home. (I know this sounds wierd and disjointed, but believe me it all makes since in my head) The upside though is my friend Catherine did take her camera, and successfully documented the evening. Click the title to go to her blogity blog blog blog!

Anyways, as Catherine already said, I spent the evening with her and my good buddy Dave (known in some circles as the one and only Gazpacho). We started out the evening at TGIFridays, which was totally dead. So, after dinner we high tailed it to Allentown, and ended up at Frizzies 5 min. before midnight. I agree with Catherine. It was wierd walking in stone cold sober to see a bunch of drunk people ringing in the new year, but we ultimately had a good time. As you can see, I got a snazzy plastic top hat, which I proudly wore for the evening. I can also add that we had a blast pointing out the faux paxs of those around us. Although this may not mean much to people who read this: the negative side of cloning, that stupid AV Club in the corner (I don't know why, but that one dude still pisses me off), and Erin if you're in the bathroom, some dude is looking for you.

All in all it was a fun night. Although I never felt so tired at 3am like I did last night. Dude, I am seriously getting old. . .

You're my Boy Blue!!!

2006-01-01T19:28:00.000-06:00

Hockey Game 1: Sabres 4, Thrashers 1

2005-12-30T23:42:00.000-06:00

Tonight I went to the first of 4 hockey games while back home in Buffalo. The good guys came away victorious, and fun was had by all. Enjoy my photo documentary.

2005-12-30T23:41:00.000-06:00

The night began with a journey to downtown via Buffalo's antiquated MetroRail Subway. We are descending into the abyss!

On the train we entered crisis mode as Joe's brother John needed to decide how to sneak his huge camera into the Arena. Ultimately he decided to strap it on his waist to make it look like he had some serious junk in the trunk.

The back of Dave's head as we become part of the throng that is attempting to enter the Arena.

People in Buffalo sure do love their hockey. It looks like the Bailey savings and loan after the crash!

Game time! It may not be as nice as the Xcel Center in St. Paul, MN, but the atmosphere can't be beat.

Let's drop the puck! Good guys in Red, bad guys in White.

He Scooooooooooores! Thomas Vanek, Austrian national and University of Minnesota Alumnus (did he even graduate?) Gooooooooooooo Gophers! (Actually no, they dropped the ball in Nashville against Virginia).

Gene Simmons was particularly excited about the goal.

Mr. Larry is explaining to us why there are two zambonies on the ice as opposed to one. He's also a big fan of the pee wee hockey in between periods.

One hard-core hockey fan. He's only happy when he's eating or drinking.

Hmmmmm. . . do I want the Nachos, or a pretzel?

13:20 in the 3rd period. Why is this time significant?

Fans get into the wave during the third. The answer to the previous question is, because that is when Big Ed FINALLY graced us with his appearance. "Well, I had to finish up this job at Walgreens. . ."

WHOOOOOOOOOOO, Sabres! This is Joe's reaction to the hard fought victory. He told me that I make him take his spectatorship to a whole other level. WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

No, this is not the cover to Joe's next gangsta Rap album. He thought the game wasn't physical enough, so he decided to check Dave into the wall afterwards.

On the way in we got tickets with a player's number. If that player scored a goal, we won a free Pizza. I didn't win.

After the game we went to Dennys. Here are two hard core fans. They had quite the conversation during the post game meal.

"So Woobie what did you do today?"

"I went to the barber for a hair cut."

"Oh, yeah, that explains why someone carved a canyon in the side of your head. What did he do, carve his initials in your temple?"

"Huh what are you talking about? I paid $15 for this haircut."

"Wow, you got hosed."

"Don't look at me, I'm hideous. I'm a monster!!!"

"Hmmmmmm, what would happen if I just shaved my head? Can I see the damage?"

"No, closer I want to see how bad it really is."

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"This is definitely not good. Maybe I can just keep my hand here all the time and no one will be the wiser."

"You look absolutely rediculous. Just shave it off."

"*^&% %$^$&% *^%*^*& $^$$^^ $^$& %&% $^$$^@ %@%# %$#^ $^$$ $&$&&* *%^%$^$%$#%$^%$" Translator's Note. My brother is a compulsive curser, and on the way home continued by repeatedly telling everyone to F-Off. As my dad said, "You are such a moron."

"Is this any better?"

"Ok, then from now on, this head band will not leave my head. I sure hope the Sabres continue to play good."

A Three Hour Tour. . .

2005-12-30T16:39:00.000-06:00

This morning, my dad asked me to go out with him to help with a quick 2 hour job. However, between him and and a subsequent 2 hr. spontaneous shopping spree with mum, it ended up being over eight hours. Here are some pics of fun time with the big businessman (aka. the Hearty Taskmaster). I left the camera in his van after lunch, so there are no pics of mum's quest for a new coffee pot. Enjoy!

2005-12-30T16:35:00.000-06:00

The captain of our three hour tour. "Only 2 hrs." he says!

Getting the lift before proceeding to the job site.

The big business man himself secures his harness before getting in the lift. I got to wear one too!

The view, kind of, from the lift. You can't really see it here, but the sign we worked on was positioned awkwardly between several rusted out poles and randomly strewn wires. The way we were going, I thought for sure it was only a matter of time before we knocked out power to the greater Western New York Metro area.

Of Course once we got up there, the big businessman realized he didn't have the proper stock to complete the job. Therefore, we had to pack up, trek across town, and buy the proper lights.

The inside of command central. You know, I bet the lights could have been in there, and we would have never even known.

Getting ready to phone in the order.

En route to the light warehouse, I finally got the coffee I was promised at the start of the morning. One things for sure, the big businessman runs a tight shift. 1 Coffee from Timmy Ho's for every 2 hours spend up on a lift in below freezing temps.

This man honestly yaks on the phone more than anyone I know. Its a wonder anything ever gets done! I think he's arranging another job here. . .

Here I am, brandishing my blue collar credentials. What did I do today? I held some screws, and propped open the sign while he put the lights in.

After we finished, we got stuck on the Thruway while taking back the lift. I got to listen to Roger Hitchcock (Rush Limbaugh's stand in) go on and on about how poor people should be happy because 86% of them own a Fridge. Yep, how dare those poor people complain. Who cares if they have anything to put in it, they should be happy!

Kenny Rodgers Gambler is my Gambling Theme, or My Parents: A Photo essay

2005-12-29T22:57:00.000-06:00

Tonight I went to the casino in Niagara Falls with my parents to pig out at the buffet and then do some hard core gambling. After stuffing myself on turkey and corn bread, I then tried my hand at the 25 cent slot machines. When all was said and done, I fleeced the Casino for a grand total of $8.75. Ed 1: Casino 5 (hey after 6 trips there, I finally came out ahead!!!). I also downloaded hello on my parents computer, and can now post pictures again! I therefore present to you a photo essay of my parents, the gambling addicts.

2005-12-29T22:56:00.000-06:00

Mom and Dad are hard core gamblers. They're just itchin' to get to the slots.

The tag team in action. Look closely and you can see that they went directly to the Playboy slots.

Big Ed played the Playboy "Lucky Wheel," Mum played the "Pamela Anderson" machine.

Big Ed didn't score with Playboy, so he was quickly relegated to the nickle slots. He struck out here too shortly after the picture was taken and called it a night.

The happy couple after they wiped out at the slots. All in all fun was had.

The Good Ole' Days

2005-12-29T12:10:00.000-06:00

Last night, my friends and I back here in Buffalo all gathered together for what had to be our first group outing in years. I have some pictures to post, and although I don't have any on my camera from ice skating, I was the honorary Photog with Fred's camera, so most of the ice shots from his camera were taken by me. You can view some of those at http://tomservo0.blogspot.com

All in all the night was a blast. We went to Spot on Elmwood, where I managed to find Buffalo's one and only Co-Op. Yeah, thats right. Even here you can't keep me away from the organic hippie goodness of the Co-Op. Then we had dinner at the Saigon Bangkok restaurant. The Pad Thai was ok, but not as good as the Thai place on Franklin Ave. in Minneapolis. Dinner was highlighted by Joe's generous gifts of his debut album "Take it From Me." A review will follow shortly. . .

Following dinner we went skating at the Amherst Pepsi Center. The highlight here was watching Freddie Fun Bags make his way along the rink. Fred, you HAVE to post that video I took of you with the music in the background. Social Coordinator Capt. Joe then made the call to go to the Cold Stone Creamery (some fancy pants Ice Cream joint) for some post-skating refreshments. I'll admit, I was skeptical when I saw the huge line, but must admit there is nothing like the "Birthday Party Remix." I just feel so bad for the employees there, who have to sing every time you tip them. "Hey Gang, how 'bout a song?" Ice Cream was highlighted by the appearance of our old friend Brian and his wife Christina. They live in Cleveland now, I'm so jealous. . .

Since the creamery closed at 10 we then went back to Joe's basement for a few hours of fellowship and alcohol. This was highlighted by my dear brother woobie consuming three good sized glasses of Saki in all of 20 min. He's nuts. I then ended the night the only way I knew how, by putting "Roll The Highlight Reel" in my discman, and drifting off to sleep listening to the greatest calls of legendary Sabres play by play announcer Rick Jeanerette. "May Day, May Day, May Day. . ."

A Festivus for the Rest of Us

2005-12-27T08:45:00.000-06:00

For those who need a refresher on what exactly Festivus is, click the title link.

So, this morning I met Fredivus for Breakfastivus to belatedly celebrate Festivus. Unfortunately, although many were invited, no one but Fred and I actually showed up. So, in the spirit of Festivus, I would like to take this opportunity to air my grievances. I have a lot of problems with you people, and now you're gonna hear about them. . .

1) To all you who were invited to come out this morning, but didn't actually show up: What the Hell? Was 8:00 am too early for you? Fred and I take the initiative to be social coordinators for a morning, and no one comes out? Bah! I'll have you all know you missed a delightful morning of pancakes, juice and excellent conversation. Fred and I would have taken pictures but unfortunately the batteries died in my camera. I guess that means you'll just be left wondering about the miracle that was Festivus Breakfastivus.

2) Specifically to Josephivus: Loser, you get your own grievance. :) How does Mr. Industriousivus, who gets up early every morning for school not get up for Festivus Breakfastivus? Worse yet, you called in the middle of said Breakfastivus, to inquire if we were still there, only to decide to go back to bedivus. Lamicus Maximus!

Furthermore, your claimed enthusiasm for running with me is another reason for disappointment. Why won't you runivus??!?! Every time I callivus you are always busy. Quit doing stuff!!!

Ok, so these are my main grievances for the time being. I've got more, but I'll stop prattling on about that. However, I would like to slightly alter the normal agenda of festivities, and acknowledge the Festivus Miracles I experienced this morning at Breakfastivus. Hence, I give you the "Bestowing of the Accolades."

1) To Fredivus: Not only did you show up for Breakfastivus promptly at 8, but you gave me the greatest Festivus gift I could have asked for: a burned copy of Foreigner's greatest hits. Now I can listen to all the classics! Cold as Ice, Double Vision, Hot Blooded, Dirty White Boy. . . Carlivus would be so proud. . .

2) To Carolynivus, my wonderful friend and the glue that holds Dennys together! Not only did Carolyn provide an excellent feast, but also gave us service that represented the true spirit of festivus. I think she convinced Fredivus that the only way to have a Festivus for the rest of us is with a Breakfastivus Edivus. Aren't I just hilarious? :)

These were truly the miracles of Festivus. Now all we need is a metal pole.

- Edivus

Froehliche Weinachten?

2005-12-26T11:42:00.000-06:00

So, yeah its been a good 4 or 5 days now since I've posted. I've been caught up in grading papers, writing papers and getting back home to Buffalo. Since coming back Thursday afternoon, my life has been seemingly one long stretch of shopping and eating at Dennys. One thing that has struck me though, is the plethora of Hummers that seem to be traversing the greater Buffalo-Niagara Falls Metro area. Since when did this place become ground zero for gas-guzzling monstrosities? Honestly, why does one need something that large and that wasteful? Will you not be able to go on living if you can't take that speed bump at 40 mph? Are you worried that you will have to hop the center barrier on the Queenston-Lewiston Bridge a 'la Joe and his 1994 Buick Century on the way to the Radiohead show in Barrie in 2002?

That is why, when my mom kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas this year (my repeated replies of "I dunno" or "I don't need anything" weren't quite good enough), I finally told her what I really wanted was to mount a bazooka on a turret on the top of our Explorer (Argh! More SUVs!!!), and retro fit it with a military strength plow, armor, and some thing with which I could launch mortars out the side windows (think Mad Max). Then I could drive around, blowing up Hummers and take out a couple of the stupid Strip Malls that seem to be endlessly expanding. Honestly, how many Bed Bath and Beyonds, or Linens n' Things does one person need. Aren't these essentially the same thing? Better yet, I could get an old Soviet T-34, throw on my Army trench coat, and claim to be the second coming of Zhukov as I bombard the new Lowes Hardware on Bailey. Do you think anyone would buy that?

Ok, I'm out. Happy Hollidays.

The Greatest Singer Songwriter of our Generation

2005-12-18T23:22:00.000-06:00

Recently I have thrown pride to the wind, and purchased cds regardless of the "quality" of their content. Among other purchases, this has been highlighted by Pure Disco Hits 2, and the STYX greatest hits (its only a matter of time before I buy Foreigner). The greatest purchase made under the rubric of this philosophy though is "The Essential Neil Diamond." That mean really is the greatsest singer song writer of our generation. Come'on, how could you not like Cherry Cherry?

The next time I see Neil Diamond (he's always roaming the streets of Minneapolis), I am most definitely going to throw my underwear at him. :)