Well, there go the early comments. Had to happen eventually. Good thing we've got the built-in ones now. Unfortunately, I was not foresighted enough to believe this blog would really last more than a year, but here we are.

Oh, Scho Bowl. So crazy. So awesome.

So I, figuring I had nothing better to do, just spent 7 hours at the Von Steuben tournament. In fact, it was, the college student who gets up at noon whenever possible, who had to wake Casey up. And so I drove there to drop off Casey and say hi, and well, one thing led to another and I was coaching the B team.

“You guys can’t think of yourselves as the B team. That’s too negative. From now on this is Team A-2.”

They went 1-4… but they are improving. A-team [theme song goes here] went 5-0 in the morning, brilliantly led by Nathanial Ross, with such notable performers as All-Star, Crazy Pete, Jaybird, The Incomparable Mr. Smith, etc. They came within one question of beating Wheaton North, too. It was Ramadan all over again. But if you ever need to know, the ore zinc comes from is sphalerite. Of course, that helped no one, so it was just a buzzer-race on “atomic number 30”. But anyway: Sphalerite = Zinc. Anyway, congrats to the Scho-Bowl team for an excellent performance, and for suitably carrying on our legacy. And a big shout out to Mr. Draski.

So, somewhat at the inspiration of Tonerblog, I’ve just been looking at our early archives. Damn, there’s some crazy stuff back there, if I do say so. And an extremely long argument between Alex and I about my status as a button. Also, love made me rather goofy. Whereas today, love mostly makes me twitchy and forlorn. Ah well. The Girl, though, is still beautiful.

Well, people are starting to get back, but we’re still missing some key players. Marty and I are establishing a terrible track record at event organization, but for convenience, I will blame everything on Kevin “The Mexican” Altier, if only because he’s not in the country to defend himself. Even so, Kevin “The Mexican” Altier is much preferable to The Mexican, which came up during my brief run-in with Kevin and Marty on Friday (during which I managed to drive to a geographically similar, but totally wrong, location which was not in any way a movie theatre). Sweeney really wanted to throw stones, understandably, but, alas, there were none immediately available, despite our being at the Quarry.

Also, hopefully I’ll deliver the first of a new series of rants before Christmas.

Semi-final point: The Kinks are good. I was mostly unaware of them, but The Village Preservation Society is a damn good album.
“We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety”



Finally, on the continuing theme of "What the fuck, America?". Words fail me.