Here's the deal; I have 2 rooms for us at the Hilton Chicago downtown for Saturday, Sunday, and Monday Night. The rooms are $189 a piece. If we have four to a room, which we will, it is $47.25 a person (It's $15.75 a night- that's like a pack of Parliaments, an Orangina, and a copy of Jane Eyre.

Well worth it.

I'm in.

Clint is in (he's sleeping with me).

Kev and Clay are in.

I think Mazur and Vaughn are in.

Portillo and Eleah are in.

Who else?

I will be flying from Chicago to London. This is my last hurrah.

Hurrah!

MAVS RAP

I wrote this for a contest on the Ticket. It has some Ticket references, that were requisite, but I'm proud of it. I'm not proud of my first unemployment check being delayed.

WIN & JUICE (MAVS REMIX)
Avery: Awww, yeah Dallas…It’s about that time again…
Cuban: Aww yeah, you know what time it is…
Cuban: You know, how it works… It goes a lil’ sumtin’ like this… I think y’all will recognize this tune (especially Dan, who’s hood)
(Avery) With so much drama in AAC,
It’s kind hard being lil’, Avery
But I, somehow, someway,
Keep comin up with wicked mad D like every single day,
(Dirk) May I, stop up behind the arc for some threes,(Avery: Yeah)
And grab a few boards as I breeze through,
Two in the mornin’ and the party still jumpin cuz Stevie aint home.
(Josh) I got sticky D on my man and I’m getting it on,
givin’ nightmares so he aint sleepin till 6 in the mornin!
(Devin)So what you wanna do ?,
I got a dirty cross-over and my homie Jet do too
So turn on the lights and open the doors,
But for what, the best team on the Floor! (Avery: Yeah)
So we gonna win the league with this,
Mavs Up, Heat down while Bob and Dan Bounce to this…

(Chorus: Repeat twice)
Rolling through league,
riding Dirk and Jet,
Listenin to Bob and Dan,
Laid Back
With our minds on the trophy and the trophy on our minds.

Verse 2
Now that, we got the secret to Win,
Everbody turn the station to Ben & Skin,
Now these two boys are talking all the time,
Tellin us Mavs stuff to keep us in line.
Everything is fine, when you’re listening to K-T-C-K,
They got the cultivating genius of Gay- Not-Gay,
Dan listens, to words Corso speaks,
As he spreads the myth of the baby arm freaks,
And get to crackin on Corso during Gameday (Gameday?),
And watch all the P1s say hey (Wit dem posters?)
80 degrees up in the AAC,
Don’t touch our Western Conference Banners cuz you’ll get none of these,
At ease,
As I listen to Bob & Dan feel the breeze, Grizzibble I’m just…

Chorus: Repeat Twice
Rolling through league,
riding Dirk and Jet,
Listenin to Bob and Dan,
Laid Back
With our minds on the trophy and the trophy on our minds.

Verse 3:
Later on today,
My homie Corby comin on wit a whole lot to say,
And a fat ol’ merkin, one that makes P1s laugh till they choke,
This aint no joke,
It makes you step back and put the radio down,
Merkins, Baby arms and Grego, this is messed up now,
But there aint no stopping,
Cuz the Ticket keeps poppin,
And one Ticketchick hails from the city of Compton,
She’s a Mavs fan, Just like the rest of Big D,
Expecting a ring from the Boys and AverY,
Don’t get upset League that’s just how it goes,
We don’t love dem’ bros’,
We out the do’
And we’ll be...

(Repeat twice)
Rolling through league,
riding Dirk and Jet,
Listenin to Bob and Dan,
Laid Back
With our minds on the trophy and the trophy on our minds

One of the worst offensive games by a quarterback I have ever seen in football history. From little league football to the NFL, I have never seen such a pitiful performance by a QB. Rex Grossman looked flat out horrendous.

Coming into the game Monday night, I was just as confident as I’m sure the whole city of Chicago was. I mean, this was the rebirth of the '85 Bears and we were playing the Arizona Cardinals. No way were we going to lose. This was the new undefeated Bears against the same ol' 1-4 Arizona Cardinals, they were suppose to lose! No one (with the exception of maybe Brian Weiss) thought the Cardinals stood any chance in the world. But in the famous words of Chris Berman, "That is why they play the game."

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(I really do not want to write a full article about this game, mainly because I am at work and I am trying not to get fired, plus I am sure most of you saw at least the first half and saw how bad the Bears were and how good Matt Leinhart and the Cardinals were. Therefore I will just sum up my night in the final 6 minutes of the game.)
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With 6 minutes left to play and the Bears down 23-10, Rex threw his 4th INT (6th turnover) and I finally said that is enough. I had been blowing up at the TV all night and I had seen enough games to know that the Bears chances of winning at this point looked pretty bleak. I turned off the TV and told Katie it was time to call it a night. Depressed I was. All the expectations and hype about this team going undefeated had completely vanished. Katie kept telling me, "It's only one loss Kevin" but it was a lot more than just a loss, it was the Arizona fucking Cardinals! And what made it worse was that I was going to have to hear Weiss tell everybody how he was right and we should've listened to his wisdom. I got in bed and watched the last 15 minutes of a Seinfeld to try to cheer me up.

After the episode, I said, "We’ll let’s just see what the final was" and flipped to ESPN. The score read "Chi 24 Arz 23".... And then came what seemed like a very long silence ... was I dyslexic? "Chicago 24, Arizona 23" - I kept repeating it in my head, "Chicago 24, Arizona 23". WAIT A MINUTE! CHICAGO 24?!!!! What and the hell happened??? I couldn't believe it. Before I could get too excited I noticed Arizona was driving and were about to set up a final field goal attempt. "They're not going to win, they somehow have comeback, but no point in getting excited over nothing" - I told Katie. But as the final field goal attempt went wide left, and the Bears secured their 6th victory of the season to go to 6-0, I was in complete shock and disbelief. They won, they somehow pulled it out. No offensive touch downs, 6 turnovers, and they won.

Unfuckingbelievable!

I can go on and on and try to describe the way I felt after this, hell I couldn't even sleep. I had to check the internet this morning just to make sure it wasn't a dream.

I must get back to work now, I could go on and on if I wanted to but I think you guys get the point. And Weiss, I told you that was a bad bet.....

BEAR

COLLEGE GAMEGAY...

Check out this pic - inspired by 1310 The Ticket listeners

POR FAVOR!!

A friend of mine is in a band that has made it to the finals of a competition to tour with Papa Roach. It is a huge opp. for his band, which is very, very good by the way. PLEASE, PLEASE go to the following link and do the voting. It takes 3 minutes.

The band is called SOUNDS UNDER RADIO. That's right humans: SOUNDS UNDER RADIO. This will really mean a lot to the most talented dude I know.

GO to the following site http://www.sonicbids.com/voting/default.asp?poll_id=112 and go from there. Three minutes.

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Ethan Albright, an offensive lineman for the Washington Redskins wrote this article after discovering his "ratings" on Madden 2007. Very funny article that I thought all would enjoy...

http://www.thephatphree.com/features.asp?StoryID=3159&SectionID=2&LayoutType=1

-bw

p.s. - take the AZ Cardinals money line.

You ever want to see a stoned professer teach a class? Well, Google Video has the most amazing video.... it's kind of long, but worth it of you have the time... http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-9085610229984937407&hl=en

I’m moving to London.

Yep, after 2 and a half years of a long distance relationship, I was the one who broke. A few months ago, I applied to grad schools in London. Last week, I was accepted to the London College of Design. I will get to be as gay as I always wanted to be, learning how to design everything from buildings to furniture. School starts January 2007. Also, Piper got a job in London where she will be coordinating communications between museums in London and Dubai. It’s an awesome opportunity for her, and after much deliberation, I have decided it makes a lot of sense. I’m 25. I’m closer to 30 than 20, as is everyone in the Inner Circle (digest that, friends). The program is only a year long. You can get you masters in half the time because of the exchange rate (kidding).

This is when the internet is a wonderful tool- many of you will barely notice I’m gone. Long live the BLOG!

Cheers, Lord Faust (official name change from Le Faust)

Must See Indie Movies

Get to your local art house and check out these gems...

Little Miss Sunshine
The best comedy of the year. It is in wide release now so you don't need to find a hipster theatre to watch this wonderful film.

Critics Consensus: A moving satire about a dysfunctional family obsessed with winning, Little Miss Sunshine captivates and convulses with its perfectly-cast ensemble and delightfully funny script.

A


Jesus Camp
There is a scene where the children are worshiping a cardboard cutout of George W. Bush. Yikes!

Critics Consensus: Evangelical indoctrination is given an unflinching, even-handed look in this utterly worthwhile documentary.

A-




Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
A surprisingly sweet film about honesty and beastiality.

Critics Consensus:
An impulsive sexual encounter from her past haunts Amy, an otherwise seemingly normal young woman, but her fiancé has suggested that the couple be completely honest and tell each other everything!

B

Dearest Humans who generate laughter, entertainment and inspire immorality,

When Brian Weiss ``dissed'' my attempt at `Jam o' the week' and suggested a Hip-Hop selection, I gots tos thinkings. Seeing as that my ghetto experience in Tennekee has crunked me up and endeared me to the lyrical echoes of Hip-Hop, I wondered...If we were Rappers, which oh which one would we be...........?


Lubahn: Slim Shady.
Easy right? It gets better. Marshall Mathers, aka Eminem, was arrested over the summer in Detroit for punching a man in the restroom of a Strip Club.

Insert edit: Brent Lubahn, aka Jack's Baby Momma, was arrested at Fort Worth's NON strip club this summer for repeated Shin Kicks to his `Best Man' AFaustizzle. As for cause, Lubahn blamed an unidentified substance ``Da Irty''. He then clapped his hands together in short, sharp bursts while yelling ``oooooooohhhhh''.


Portillo: Ludacris
This guy is always in need of a shave and hurcut. He also keeps his themes primitive and simple, as evidenced by his album `Chicken and Beer'. Distancing himself from others, Ludtillo has stirred up some political commentary:

Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'm'a throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got away with words
I'm'a start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation?—Blow it out cha ass!

Hmm, unitelligble banter, sounds fuhmilyer.


Kevin: Bubba Sparxxxx
After extensive research, I just couldn't imagine Kevin black. It just doesn't fit. Black guys don't like Pink Floyd and Rex Grossman. They don't even know who they are. Bubba is known to enjoy a bottle of beam, a splif of gonja and a female, as in understood in this poetic brilliance:

``But I got to drank, cant even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high ''


Mazur: Lupe Fiasco
This little guy is known from his rapper fashion eclecticities, including white and green shoes and adidas jackets. Known as a devout Muslim/Catholic, Lupe is yet to get a tattoo, however his experiments in Henna indicate his interest. Both are Kanye cronies.


Weiss: Prince
Curly hair, crushed velvet attire and eye-liner. It's a match. Sorry Weiss, as you know I think you're much more like RuPaul, but I can see you yelling `Shoot the Jumper. Shoot it!'' in a game of shirts versus blouses. I can also see you changing your name to a symbol and understanding what it sounds like when doves cry.


Miller: Master P
Did you know Master's P's real name is Percy MILLER. Read: `While Miller was tempted by the lure of the street hustling that was a part of life in inner-city Round Rock, he developed an entrepreneurial streak early on, as well as a passion for sports. Miller used his skills as a baseball player to earn an Imaginary college scholarship to the University of Stanford, where he studied Solitaire''
Wow, uncanny. Also, who else can more accurately be described as ``A No Limit Soldier''.


Clint: MC Hammer
Is it just me, or can you all envision MC Brown with the ``staircase'' or ``claw marks'' shaved into his head? Alongisde the blatant fashion foopahs and massive fortune, Clint is the only one of us who I feel is ``Too Legit to Quit''. And Clint, if you read this, ``Please Hammer, don't hurt me''.


Chambone: Andre 3000
He's sort of the punk of the Rap industry, with his absurd clothing and vibrant style. Now, Bone, yes, you probably received the most complimentary nomination, and besides Stankonia wreaking like you, Andre's aliases are: "Dre" (his original moniker), "Possum Aloysius Jenkins", "Dookie", the reversed "Benjamin André" and "Johnny Vulture". All I can think of are Radcat, Sticks, Skinny kid, Ravealicious, Tabathon, Ecstacyasaurs, and Bone, which are of course, your aliases.


Faust: Lil Wayne or Lil' Weezy
Did you know Lil Weezy, who hails from New Orleans, got his start from his Daddy, Da Birdman, and his latest rhyme is titled `Stuntin' Like My Daddy' from the Album `Like Father, Like Son'. Also, Weezy is not the most humble cat from da Dirty Souf' as is evidenced by his song titled `Best Rapper Alive', with an opening chorus touting "Who am I...the best rapper alive."

In recent Weezy news: He was recently arrested on charges of possession of less than 1 ounce of marijuana and possession of a controlled substance. Police claim the rapper was in possession of several unlabeled bottles — one containing 60 pills of Paxil, that is used to treat anxiety disorders and panic attacks; another containing 59 hydrocodone pills — along with "two small burnt joints of marijuana," the report read.

That's eerie.


Butz: Eazy E
Died of AIDS. Rest in Peace Young Blood.

Some similiarities between the Rapping legend and St. Louy legend:
He was 5'5".
He used to drive a red Suzuki Samurai.

Quotes
"I don't give a fuck what color you are. The color of money is green."
"I use condoms. I don't want to fuck around with AIDS and herpes and all that. But, if I need it, I got a big-ass bottle of tetracycline and another gang of pills."


A-Chub: Ice Cube
Now, you might think I'm proud of this nomination, I however, am not. Despite the similarities in proportion (chubby), Ice Cube was fired from his job in Friday for stealing. Last week, I, A-Chub, was fired from my job for being a lazy azz cracka. This Friday, I'm coming home to Dallas and will undoubtedly cross paths with my friend ``Smoky'' Faust. I can see it now: Friday night, after an unsucessful evening of attempting to charm girls named Tiffany, we will stumble into his apartment, where, after a few cigarettes, he'll pull out his tool box and say ``C'mon man, it's Friday. You aint got no job, and you aint got shit to do!''.

Then I'll kick a giant's ass in the street and drink kool-aid.

PEEEEAZZZ OUT HONKEYS!!

One

Don't forget about ol' Abner Dalrymple...

http://www.galenahistorymuseum.org/abnerdalrymple.htm

As far as baseball goes, Leonardo, you couldn't be more wrong. Baseball is America's pastime, and I'm sick of hearing how football has replaced it. Yes, football is more popular, and it has done a tremendous job markting itself over the last 10-15 years. Baseball has steroids, no salary cap, and a product that does not meet today's ADD audience.

But, baseball has real history. It is almost as old as this country. It is a beautiful game filled with intricacies that can take a lifetime to understand. It has superstitions, curses, and larger-than-life legends. Babe Ruth, Roberto Clemente, and Jackie Robinson are more than athletes. They defined generations. They were beacons of strength in the face of racial intolerance. Baseball is the ultimate bridge between generations. As a 10 year old I sat with Lou Brock and contrasted Bip Roberts baserunning style to his own. That may be the only thing Lou and I had in common, but it was enough to allow us to talk for over an hour. And, if you ever had a father or coach that passed it on to you, it is your duty to teach your child how to play, and respect, and love the game of baseball. I still lose it everytime I watch the last scene in Field of Dreams, when Ray Kinsella asks his father, “Dad, you wanna have a catch?”

That's baseball.

But it can be enjoyed on a much simpler level. As Lee pointed out, there is nothing better than drinking on a summer afternoon at a ball game.

***Note some rambling occurs but Butz please read my points about baseball at the bottom***

So last week I asked brown on some literature that would help introduce me to the market in general. He responded to my text, then I sent him my response back with the handle "shits for brains" and I did not hear back from him all week. It made me laugh at 7:30 am my time and 9:30 his, because I knew it probably grated him. The reason why I bring this up is because I really need to start getting into the market, I'm talking wall street baby. Butz you too. Why do you ask? Because all week I spend my extra brain cells trying to figure out my weekly picks and on a time to earning ratio my 10 dollars wagers are not putting me into another tax bracket.

But this is being done in preparatory fashion for the Vegas vacation. Where I will try and lay some big money on the line. Not as much as I did the last time we were there, but more than 10 dollars I can tell you that.

A few observations. The Colts and USC are over rated. Cal is going to finally punk USC at home this year and I am not just saying that cause I saw Radiohead play live on the Berkeley campus this year, although that did endear me to them for eternity.

The bears are pretty darn sick bear. Drew Bledsoe looked like he had a concussion in the second half today, bring in Romo. Also it is a strange observation that sports get me to cheer against a person like Mcnabb and for TO.


Major League Baseball is a fucking joke of a product. That worthless league plays 126 boring games for 32 teams. So what is that, 4032 games over 7 months. Then only 8 teams go on and the majority of the games are over in the first 6 days of the post season. Didn't the playoffs start on Wednesday and now every first round match is over with most of the games being played during the week while people are at work. I don't understand their logic and think they deserve to fall below hockey for second worst Major sports league in the US. In front of MLS of course with the WNBA only being recognized by Weiss as an actual major league.

NOTE: The only reason baseball has any value is that there is nothing on ESPN during the summer anyway AND drinking at the games during the day is fun. But I never care who wins. So is this because of the baseball or in spite of it just because I'm a burgeoning genetic alcoholic?

I don't know about unicorns frolicking in your yard.

But I did here that you get pissed when you get TP-ed Mazur.

Ps. Good news, Six OPEC members are cutting production! Fuck yeah, three dollars a gallon here we come again baby!

Pss. Brown's truck holds 60 Gallons of gas.

here's a little a music treat i found... weiss-- throw in a bit of immortal technique?

http://www.hecklerspray.com/watch-the-peter-bjorn-and-john-young-folks-video-now/20064356.php

click on the young folks video link... now.

When I go out with 'normal' people I never feel like I belong.

This picture is evidence. Which one of these people doesn't belong?

I want to take a quick minute to bring up a very real problem. No one seems to want to talk about, but we need to talk about it. Unicorns are REAL and very dangerous. So why aren't we doing anything about it. They constantly loiter in my front yard. Frolicking around and what not, leaving excrement where they may. The other day one threw a beer bottle at me as I walked out to my truck. Do you realize how demeaning it is to have a beer bottle thrown at you by a Unicorn? I asked if they'd mind taking their party somewhere else, boy was that a mistake. As one replied "FUCK YOU PUSSY", the others performed a circle jerk around my bird bath. Last week I accidentally plowed through one on my way home from work. Holy shit. That was scary. His homeboy followed me on the interstate for a good 10 miles. You talk about a nervous wreck. It's very intimidating to look in your rearview mirror doing 70 on the highway and see two big bright red eyes of a Unicorn come barreling at you. He was a fast fucking unicorn. I was finally able to lose him after he crashed into a light pole but not before that fucker did some serious body damage to my vehicle. My neighbors cat and litter of kittens had been missing for a week. Well she found a video in her mailbox with a post it note on it with "Watch this or die Honky" written on it. She watched it. It was a video of a Unicorn eating her cat and the litter of kittens. Her dog won't come outside anymore. The last time it ventured outdoors 18 unicrons performed a train on its ass. To top it all off one of the unicrons tattoed CUM DUMPSTER into his coat with its horn. Look, these things are fucked up. We have to do something about it before this goes any further. Who has some ideas on how to deal with this problem?

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Making up for Williams lackluster song of the week I decided to make an attempt to revive this week’s ‘Jam of The Week’.

Surprisingly, it’s not rap or hip-hop. The band is called Explosions In The Sky and they hail from Austin, Texas (3 members of the band are from Midland and the drummer is from Illinois). If you haven’t heard of them, you’ve still probably heard them. Most recently, their songs have been featured in a Cadillac advertisement and they did most of the soundtrack for Friday Night Lights (the 2004 film).

Their songs are lengthy and seem to be progressive throughout with no vocals, just 3 guitarist and a drummer. If you like Sigur Ros (i.e. Portillo, Mazur, & A-Dub) you will mos def fancy Explosions in The Sky. If you enjoyed the music in Friday Night Lights (i.e. Bear ) then there’s no question you will appreciate this music


Songs:

‘First Breath After Coma’
‘Your Hand In Mine’

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This is what happens when Bear drinks too much...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjmHj7jtjSg

Enjoy. Remember Bear, the best cure for a hangover is hair from the dog that bite ya boi.

HUH??

This one is uncomfortable.

I have the same shirt...