Speaking of...

fantasy football, just look what I came up with the other day when I was digging through all my old LP records!


What good times we all used to have, sitting around the fire, laughing together and eating hot buttered popcorn! It seems like only yesterday...

Or maybe that was just the virtual yule log they show on TV during Thanksgiving and Christmas, and instead of laughing together we were posting snarky things at each other on the message board, but still, we had a few laughs, right? Anyone? Bueller?

YOU ASKED FOR IT, YOU GOT IT !!!!!

As requested!!! Here's another one of those embarrassing follies of youth!!! Craig Miller, skinny-dippin' in the woods!

Good Times!!!

News you can...uhh...use

I don't know about you, but this makes me feel a lot better. A LOT better. Props to the Onion for getting this story right, the first time.



New Auto Security System Will Not Allow Car To Start If Driver Is Nick Nolte

Resortin' to Extortin'...

Rex Baird...what to say? Upstanding community member, PHD, and all around very get along-able with guy. And yet... Disgrace lurks in everyone's past, my friends, and Mr. Baird is no exception.
I was able to locate, fairly easily, THIS PHOTO. Now, Nadi feels Rex's shirtlessness amongst our shirtyness should be quite embarrassing enough for Rex. I disagree. First of all, I don't really see how this is NON-embarrassing for the rest of our obviously drunken asses. And secondly, he's obviously been working those abs, and why work the abs if your not going to rip off your shirt at any remotely reasonable moment?
So I dug deeper. I dredged through photos and memories that God help me I never hope to see again, so black a mark did they leave on my soul, sear at the back of my eyes.. . At one point, when all was bleakest, I remember being curled up on the floor, sobbing my guts out, imploring the sky WHY fucking WHY... oh wait, that had nothing to do w/Rex, that was like, every day at high school.
And then, FINALLY, I found THIS, a truly horrible picture of Rex. Nice dress buddy! And, hey, that's my brother you're sitting on!
Incriminating, maybe. photoshopped, maybe. But embarrassing? OH HELL YEAH!!!
Sorry YOU had to suffer, too, Spence. Now your penchant for PQotD is making sense....

Resortin' to Dumb Sight Gags!

I thought it was only fair to throw a picture of me up here, now that I've gotten Mark all pissed off by visually accusing him of sagging his pants like one of those damn kids that won't stay off his lawn! Also, this has seemed to be a direction to take the blog that is quickly driving away the few readers that we had, so we've got that going for us, which is nice.

So, here we are, one more twist on the "marathon" joke, one more crudely rendered drawing, one more day ticked off the calendar in anticipation of Stacey's coming mega-post! May we all survive it.

Resortin' to Extortin'...

Well, another day, another victim...so, who is it today that I'm going to target with an embarrassing picture, you ask?
It's Jimbo! Or I'm going to call him Jimbo, mostly because he's a tree, and probably has some tree name like "Leaf" or "Wind Rattler" or something. Jimbo was this tree that I used to hang out under in grade school, when I wasn't playing Frisbee or freeze tag, or playing with one of those old parachutes that probably got donated to our school from a World War II surplus shop.
Yeah, Jimbo, you were a great friend then, but have you left any comments on our blog. NO! You haven't even been by to see the site! I'm sure you could get some neighberhood kids to hammer in some nails, you know, make a rough antenna of some kind, there's tons of free internet-accessing waves bouncing around out there, OK? Geez, make a little effort once in a while!

Resortin' to Extortin'...

Mark, making' a move to stay off the bad list...you think that one, measly little six-word comment is going to save you? You're practically begging to get a picture up...

So...let's see what I've got in the archives here. Ah, yes. I think this one was taken right after a 3 hour session of Angband...either that, or it was while he was streaming hi-def video bootlegs of Firefly outtakes, I can't remember which.

Resortin' to Extortin'...

What's that you say? No peeve o'the week again, and it's Tuesday already? Well, I guess I'll just have to...hmmm. Here I am in the ATX, and Stacey's way up there in snowy Colorado...what could I possibly threaten her with, to get her to end her recalcitrant ways?

I know! I'll dig up some old embarrassing picture of Stacey to put up there on the internets, like she's been threatening everyone else with!

Now, where did I put that old picture...

Wow!! I didn't realize camera technology was that advanced, back in the day, to capture people's words in there too! Oh well, I must have blocked out that part of the 80s, along with all the time I spent watching Poison videos at 3:30 in the morning...

Resortin' to Extortin'...

...well, the Spice Girls did it, why shouldn't Bananarama? Just get some flashy matching outfits, learn a few new dance moves... well, maybe that one in the middle should have gotten a bit of a waxing first, for God's sake... HOLD ON! That's not... why, that's Nadi Itani, flanked by Leslie Sullivan, and, yes, ME. Because I can take a joke. Like the rest of you guys. Right? Guys? heh heh... joke...hmmm.

Resortin' to Extortin'...

...That seductive stare, that dreamy hair...could that be - Richard Marx?!?!? Oh, wait, that's just Craig Miller in typical 80's mullet fashion, kickin' ass and breakin' down dames. Think that's funny? YOU could be next... LEAVE A COMMENT. When I run out of photos you'll open your mail to find a small package containing your husband/wife/local congressman's pinkie finger, I'm warning you. I'll be hearing from you all soon, I'm sure, or you'll be hearing from me.