OK. So I'm calling it. Anyone who is interested. How does the third monday in febuary sound? That's president's day. We can fly out and meet up Friday evening. Being on the mountain Saturday morning, and all day saturday and Sunday. And fly back Monday morning, missing no work, unless you don't have Monday off. Faust, I know you are in flux right now with your schedule, so if you can make it or can't, or if a few weeks later is better let me know. I'm in, who else is down?

Animal #2 - 10 Pt. White Taile Deer

Greetings and salutations Bitches,

Well after leaving my bachelor party up to William's, I have for the last few months received many very good suggestions from Federer. 1) Tiajuana 2) A small town in Mexico 3) Etc. Adam, I appreciate the suggestions and the effort but remember this is Portillo-2007, not circa 2003. So I have a suggestions for all to contribute to.

Snowboarding boys trip. I am thinking we do New Mexico. I would prefer you all coming to California so we could do mammoth, but I know how you all roll and figure that less likely. Flights to New Mexico from DFW and San Antonio are 200 hundi round trip. Chi-town is more like 300 round trip, but fortunately, williams is pretty rich.

Other pluses with new mexico include 1) They have casinos with craps 2) The lift tickets are cheaper than colorado or cali 3) We can rent a multi bedroom condo for the weekend off craigslist for a good deal (I have checked) and 4) I have hella cousins in New Mexico so we will have the hook up.

Thoughts?

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Bucky LaGrange

Very Funny Family Guy excerpt...

Man Card

I must first say that I am not a huge proponent of the "Man Card" for two reason.....One, I used to drive a LeBaron GTC convertible, enough said.......and Two, I have a nice photocopied version of my card that gets me into most Sports Academy's and Bass Pro Shops throughout the continental US.


BUT when I saw this photo all that came to mind was the second manliest man I know (Randall Chambers being the first) has been reduced to this.....What the hell is happening to this world??




If that was a squirrel he was holding that he had caught with his bare hands blindfolded...maybe this would be ok

My new sport in life.

Four Ways to Save Sports Media by Chuck Klosterman

A very nice article about what's really wrong with the media, and how sports can avoid the same fate...

happy halloween (volume needed) 8====D

It looks as if I may be moving in December. I have not received the official word, but it has been discussed. I am about 90-95% sure as myself and one other person have requested to go. Therefore, come December when I travel to India, I may not return but travel to my new home Perth, Australia six weeks later and continue to do this for the next year and a half to two years.

Making the Faux-Vintage Real

OK, so most of you received and filled out my recent T Shirt survey... and now I am calling on you once again.

The idea: To create a visual history of the modern man's prized possession: The T.


Here I have collected my favorite T Shirts. Some over 10 years old, others bought last week. Below I created a new identity from the shirts by combining the most compelling visually imagery from each shirt. Thus creating a time capsule of T's so that even when they are lost, stolen, or evaporate due to over-wearing the user will have an archive of their beloved T. This project is in direct opposition to all those crap fake vintage-looking T Shirts companies try to sell our demographic.


Task for the IC Members: Take digital images of your favorite T Shirts and send them to me. Minimum 6 shirts. Maximum 10. Many of my classmates have shown interest in partaking in this project, but I told them to hold off, because I believe I have a focus group already in place. Please tell me if you want to do this, and don't in anyway feel like you have to... But if you say you want to do it, I will need your images by the this Sunday. Ideally the final output for this project will be screen printed T shirts, which I will of course give to you if you decide to do it. I hope you think it is a worthwhile venture.

Adam Faust
Lambda Chi T Shirt Chairman, 2001

So I know its been a while and that I have probably been written off on the blog but I figured if I told a self depricating story, you guys might forgive me.

A while back, I thought that I had received the kind of present you don't want from a girl after a night of intimacy. So I went to see a couple of doctors. The first, a girl at the free clinic who must have been doing a rotation in between model shoots, dropped my pants (don't start thinking bonck chicawawa), took a look and then told me I had to go see a specialist. Although, I could have mixed that up with my spanish given my partial embarrassment at the hot doctor looking at my slightly off color package. Well, that, and the OTHER SIX PEOPLE in the room listening to our conversation. So then I go to the other part of the free clinic where they tell me I need to return at 4 in the morning if I want to be able to "have a consultation." I think "fuck that" I'll tough it out. However, after another two or three days walking around with my legs spread wide enough to give the impression that I was sporting horse like features, I made an appointment at a private hospital nearby.

I go in and tell them I am there to see Doctor Suarez. They quickly corrected me and said I would be seeing Doctora Suarez, another female doctor, sweeeeeet. Now, my spanish has gotten pretty good but unfortunately, they don't teach this kind of vocabulary in the language institute. I get by by saying that I have a "rash" (which by the way, the word is "erupcion", similiar to erection, only different) in a sensitive area for a man. She laughs (quite professionally I might add), gives the international signal to drop my pants, and tells me to hop on the table. After a few terrible and uncomfortable jokes on my part, she takes a GOOD look, writes down a prescription and gives me the prognosis. "Un mal caso de Tiña Crural." She doesn't seem too concerned so I don't panic although my mind is racing since I don't know what the fuck is Tiña Crural. I waddle home as fast as I can, log onto the internet to find out that I have...a bad case of Jock Itch....Well worth the embarrassment of two hot doctors.

Man, it feels good to post again.

IN ADDENDUM.

MAZUR

BEAR


SCREAM.

Now that we are all off becoming adults, or at least suppose to be. I thought it would be nice to take a look back at who are friends are, so the next time your friends asks who you hung out with you can send them this link and then expect not to hear from them again.


marcspoke -



Brown



Faust



Lee (Can you say out kicked his coverage)


ok....



c-bone




Adam


or



or



or



and last but certainly not least

B Dub

NEW YEARS IN TEXAS

Ok, ok, I know this is getting confusing, but the simple fact is, we like each other (sometimes). And we want to celebrate NYE together. So it makes the most sense for us to do that.

So, lets have a good ol fashioned house party. Mazur, Lubahn, whoever... but lets get together, get drunk, yell at each other, make fun of Lubahn, and have fun.

Speak now or....

From DFW (and I'm sure Houston and SA are similar) looks like we can go to...

Philadelphia: $260
San Francisco: $311
Denver: $320
Boise: $360
Cheyenne: for $500

Mexico is like over $600 so screw that idea.

Leave Saturday Dec 29th return Tuesday Jan 1
All prices are round trip

We got to keep the conversation going on this, and come up with a decision before the end of the week...

OK, no pictures, no graphics, lets just get some freaking answers about NYE 2008. Here is my take...

As much fun as Denver would be its quite expensive and no one lives anywhere near Colorado.

I think keeping it in Texas, while very convenient, is not exactly an adventure. But as a backup plan it is fine.

I think Mexico is the ideal place and I am going to suggest we go there for NYE. It is close to most of us, cheap, and should be a proper adventure as well.

Please tell me your thoughts. We really need to hear from everyone on this... because this is important. The New Years Eve Tradition depends on it.

TCU vs UT (September 8th, 2007)

Well, we gave them everything we had. And for 2 quarters of football we were the much more superior football team. 2nd half mistakes (especially in the third quarter) are what killed us, and unfortunately that just opened up the flood gates for the 4th quarter as well. I truly believe that a few plays here and there, and we would've won that football game and anyone who watched it (including UT fans) would say the same. It's unfortunate that we are not playing at Amon G. next season, but I have a feeling a rematch will be coming in years to come - it might just have to take place in January (if you catch my drift).

All in all, it was an outstanding weekend with plenty of highlights - aka Brian Joseph Weiss.

After the game, we needed something to swing out depressing mood. We headed back to the hotel to visit with everyone's old/current friend - Miss M.J. That brightened things up a little bit, so we showered and headed down for dinner at TGI Fridays (it was connected to the hotel). We bumped into David Potter, and guess what; he's wearing a fucking UT burnt orange shirt! Lubahn does not like this at all, so the whole entire time at dinner all Lubahn wanted to talk about was how much he hated David Potter.

Dinner comes to an end with our waitress getting fired because of us. We then head out to old six street.

Big beer after big beer and a few shots the night continues and things become pretty fuzzy. However, most of us all seemed to stay dry, except for Brian Weiss - who as you can see from the picture, was standing in the only rainy spot in the whole bar.

Well, we head back to the hotel room - little bit of an after party takes place and we crash out...

The night, however, does not end here. In fact, for Brian Weiss, this is only the beginning:

(What I am about to write is all told from 2nd person accounts – Katie, Lubahn, and Weiss himself)

- 5:00 AM rolls around (estimate), Weiss gets up from his sleep and walks out of the room. No one, expect for Katie, witnesses this and the only thing that comes to her mind is he must be craving an early morning cig.

- 5:10 AM? Next thing Weiss remembers is being at the front desk of the hotel (fully damped in his same clothes) demanding that they tell him where his room is. At first, they try to explain to him that they cannot give him the information since it is not under his name, so the front desk person calls both of our rooms twice, no answer. (Katie, and Melissa apparently in the other room, actually tried to answer but couldn’t figure out how to use the phone)

- Weiss stayed persistent and pleaded with the staff that he needed to get into his room so he could go back to sleep. They finally give in, and inform Weiss of both room numbers: Room 308 and Room 837

- 5:30 AM. Lubahn hears a bang at the door, gets up to answer and low and behold - Brian Weiss. Weiss relieved that he had found his people tries to make his entrance into the Lubahn’s room. Not so fast, says Lubahn "Weiss, you’re in room 308, go back to bed buddy."

- Weiss wanders the halls of the Radisson, trying his key card in random doors until one lights up green. He fails.

- 5:45 AM. Lubahn hears another loud knock on his door, its Brian Weiss again. "Weiss, this is not your room, you are in room 308." Weiss, who at this point was just trying to go back to bed, begs to Lubahn "Let me just crash in here." "No Weiss,” says Lubahn, “you are in 308." Weiss takes a deep breath, "Ok, 308.. but if I can't find it then I'm coming back."

- 6:00 AM. After a full hour of drunken sleepwalk, Weiss makes it safely back into Room 308, passes back out, and finally calls it a night.

Weiss, even though the Frogs did not beat Texas, you were the stand above M.V.P. of the trip. Whenever I got down during this past Monday and Tuesday, all I had to do was think back to your rainy bar and sleepwalk episode.

The following picture was taken by the staff member at the Radisson Hotel at 5:30 AM:

"I just need my room #!"

TCU vs Baylor (Labor Day Weekend)

OK, real quick story from the Labor Day weekend....

Lubahn and Chambers show back up at The Oui after ditching Katie and I to go downtown with the Mazurs - aka Rum Runners (Kurt and Mazur had mysteriously left “The Pub” earlier in the night screaming RUM!).2 AM rolls around and as we gather up for a group photo. Lubahn (who was out without his wife), yells at a young man who looked to be in his late teens/early twenties.

"Hey! Will you take a picture of us?!"

The young student (who seemed somewhat annoyed already) takes the camera and begins to set up for the classic group snapshot. Right as we gather up and he makes room for himself (to get us all in), Lubahn mutters under his voice, "Man, I don't think I like this guy".

Then right as he is about to capture the perfect group photo, Lubahn shouts at him,

"Dude, don't fuck this up dude! Don't fuck this up! Seriously man, we want this to be good, so Don't Fuck This Up!!"

Very annoyed at this point, the boy cries back at Lubahn, mocking him "Ok Dude, Ok Dude, Ok Dude, I won't fuck it up Dude!" then shakes the camera holds it out in front of him and takes a half ass picture without even looking at the screen. As he tosses the camera back at us, he mumbles "Dumbass".

Then Lubahn, "Dude, I did not like that guy. That guy was an IDIOT,.. Seriously! Fuck that guy."
As for the picture, it ended up being the best of the whole weekend.