Need a friend? Try a sandwich.
Seriously. He seems pretty popular.
Max and I have been primarily working on a stage version of Harold and Maude, but also continually tinkering with a series of themed mixes devoted to each of the four seasons. (anonymous cries of 'dork.') People please, we are pretty proud of these babies, but we need to stop tinkering with them. So we can finally put at least one of them to rest, here's the first installment (which I'll gladly send anyone who asks for it). Spring is almost upon us as well...And I call myself a sports fan... thanks to Dan for enlightening me on the wonderful world of Deadspin, a great blog that paws at the ridiculousness of ESPN and sports generally. It's now a permanent link in my book. And for all one of you who call athletics "homoerotics," there are a lot of great pop culture links besides, like this one to the Ali G Translata. Better than Gizoogle. Booyakasha.
With the NFL season behind us, the NBA a perpetual snooze, and the Deacons smelling like Polo, we've officially hit the bottom of the sports barrel until March Madness and baseball roll around. Here's my current "priority" list, from top to bottom:
apply)Working in trademarks, like most jobs, is generally not that intellectually gratifying. But here are a few recent reasons why it can be the tiniest bit fun...
Do boats still use nautical flags? I hope so, because I think they'd come in handy in other facets as well. You could hang them outside your house or apartment to let passersby know what's going down inside. Or put them on shirts to send that subliminal message to the bar crowd. Better yet, flashcards. Most of the flags could be particularly appropriate, in the right situation…
(P): The Blue Peter: All aboard, the vessel is about to set sail.
(U): You are sailing into danger.
(J): Keep clear of me, I am on fire.
(K): I wish to communicate with you.
(Q): My vessel is healthy and I require free pratique.
(Z): I require a tug.
(Y): I am dragging my anchor.
(L): You should stop immediately.
Why he's a friend of P.: Pure sympathy. Look at the guy. Believe it or not, I actually kinda know what it's like to be an awkward-looking center, but not a 7'3" one with such a gorilla-like coat of hair over his body. He chose one of the only occupations (or maybe it chose him) where he has to bear his shoulders and
back to the world. But at least he's got a pretty face.
Watched part of WVU-G'Town in hoops last night... Doesn't watching WVU basketball still make you, the loyal Deacon fan, want to throw up a little bit in your mouth? Well, to make it worse, try these pics of Kevin "Worst Tats Ever" Pittsnogle and his lucky, lucky wife, whose name I could only guess is Brandine.

But these are real... and from the Associated Press. The AP:Music links on My Yahoo! are a constant source of amusement.
Don't read this. Whether you like the man or not, this story is really disheartening.