hate to cast aspersions, burn in effigy, or blast unholy...



these are facts. one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

Worth a minute of your time.

Tuesday sucks, this does not

Does anyone disagree that Miller should begin working on his acting career, just so he can land the lead role in the lifetime made for TV movie about Joran Van der Sloot?



The resemblance is shocking.

women...

like tebow, what do we do about them?

just a regular guy..

just your average fella

media spin puts peace officers in path of perjury, er uh, harm's way.

cant remember if sighed in disbelief chuckle laughter, or some sorta gag reflex.. but

this time last year..

Happy New Year!

Top moments from 2011:

There are whispers on the street that Williams and Miller get to town on Thursday. I'm leaving town on Friday so I thought I would volunteer Bear's house for a little get together Thursday night (Faust & Chamber's houses work too).....Thoughts?

What do we do with this guy?

It's Friday, Friday.

Goodbye, sweet Prince

i'd never given musicals more than flashing homo-erotic thought, and then i fell in love with one as i concurrently fell in love with someone... im sure most of you have heard of swell season, or once, swell's musical adaptation of a theme all too relevant, all too prevalent. but if youve not had the pleasure of once, it ranks as one of the best ways you could spend an evening with the one you love. i need reminders like this one to drown me in humility and compassion, to remind me of what's important. glen hansard sings from the depths of his soul, or his diaphragm at least, without pretense, revealing more than truth. i was and am still am in awe at the night once hushed internal howling long enough that i would hear purity flow through passion, gracing and soaking my twisted notions in simple prosaic strophe and stanza intended to soften loveless hearts. pain rivaling torture a la internment camp, that of masochists, passes preciously and purposefully away in this portrait of love lost... of love realized. love is real, but it is squandered sharply if suffocated by its' nemeses... tonight i pray for sweet rapture, that which would undo strife, rein in temerity and hush creeping tempest, returning me to a time when i knew no better than to love like a child. swell season's revelations abound... the following reveals how to let go like a man, as little as i am one. rambling...

HEY ADUB, YOUR BLOG IS DEAD! GUESS WHY....



ITS PLAYOFF TIME IN IC FOOTBALL V, AND WE ARE ALL TALKIN SMACK HAVIN A GOOD OLE TIME! IC BLOG WHAT?! FANTASY FOOTBALL POST BOARD IS WHERE IT'S AT! TOO BAD YOU & CLINT ARE TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL!