What the hell Arby's?

Since when do you not have Homestyle Fries?

I demand answers!

Tuscabama.

Professor Truth and I survived our trip to the Deep South. I'm capitalizing that because, in all honesty, it is another country entirely. It's a scary place where every native speaker sounds dumb as a post, the cool kids where short pants and deck shoes, and there is absolutely no wind.

Honest to God, short pants. Like, above the knee.

The week was a success. By the time it was over, Truth had made a college-aged woman cry at a dance club, Max Power had gone international, and the Tripod invented Cemetery Golf. Yes, it is exactly what it sounds like it is.

So there you have it. A solid week of making my liver say "uncle!". Four days of yelling at 14 year old athletes who wanted to be anywhere else but in the gym. One unforgettable hour hitting experienced golf balls to their (and Dorothy Pearson's) final resting place.

Thanks Suede and Schmang for being such excellent hosts.

It's good to feel your weight on me again.

Green, Red, Yellow, Yellow, Blue.

I've been exposed to Guitar Hero and it has borne in me a desire to shred. I want my computer avatar to rock all night long and party ev-er-y day. I've long wanted to rock out on the guitar, and now I can, by proxy.

My lack of ownership of a gaming console (aside from my beloved Nintendo 64) means I can only throw down when invited by others. But when Guitar Hero III comes out for the Wii, I might just take that step.

With a pocket full of shells.

Quarter Life Crisis

An awesomely brief podcast featuring John January of American Copywriter talking about the "Quarter Life Crisis" that twentysomethings go through when they finish school.

Good stuff.

You're only as old as you feel.

Cheerwine.

Seriously guys. Drink this stuff. I tried it for the first time three weeks ago, and I am firmly in the Church of Cheerwine. I'm a Cheerwinist, devout follower of Cheerwinism and believer in He Who Is Cherry. I'm casting off the shackles of my noodly God and forsaking my ties with Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. Instead, I'll now proselytize to other about the joy of Cheery Cherry Soda.

Cheerwine for one and all. The Cheer starts here. A Cheerwine in every glass. Weapons of Mass Cheerwine.All other sodas, nay, all other liquids pale in comparison to the rose tinted nectar of Cheerwine. It's a unique combination of cherry, win, and awesome. It has no equal. It is without compare.

It is as if they bottled sunshine, infused it with a rainbow, made it cherry flavored, and then shot it into space. In that icy vacuum it was exposed to whatever things are exposed and returned greater, stronger, and more flavorful than it left our world.

Thank you. That is all.

I really like it.

Absenteeism.

Sorry I've been truant. I am swamped with work and have one major piece of remarkable in the oven. If it rises correctly, I'll be sure to let all of you sample the baked goodness here at this blog first.

Funny stuff going on over at Will It Bill.

Since I've missed two NMWs, I'll throw you guys a bone. Dolores O'Riordan is best known as the lead singer for The Cranberries. She recently released a solo album that is very, very good. Here is the first single, Ordinary Day.

I highly recommend the entire album titled "Are You Listening".



Life is more intricate than it seems.

The Table collapses.

With Ben already gone, and Bill having flown the Coop (see what I did there?) the Brotherhood of the Table is officially broken. We didn't get a chance to tag Ben with an electronic tracking device before he left, but we did get Billy.

Follow his zany antics here.

That's all, for now.