Rubin's Cube

Alex Rubin gets his own solved Rubik's Cube cheering for him in the student section at Illinois State.

Ah, the old inflatable-wavy-arm-guy defense ... Classic.

Decided to spend my evening watching the old high school basketball match here in town.

Only, the complete lack of reffing and coaching really made this Basketball game seem more like a cross between Rugby Scrum and full MMA fight... If a forward had pulled out a club and started whacking at the other team's knees, it would have actually been appropriate.

I am pretty certain, after watching only a half I know where Our Coach got his idea for his "Defense"...



"Run hard and wave your arms like a moron, boys! That will confuse and confound them in to turning over the ball!"

Get yo ass dunked indeed.

My family can be real assholes sometime... Geoff, I'm looking your direction... esp since most all of them either graduated from, teach at, have large financial ties to or just love KU.

Still, if the MU basketball team is going to mock itself for its own mediocre ability, then I might as well jump on the Good-Ship Schadenfreude, too. My brother found this on Facebook. I suppose its some kind of motivational piece from one player to another...

Really though, I think it is some commentary on the Gatorade... you peaked to early, guys... you peaked too early...

This is how America was built.

The Gonzo Network is wide and contains many seekers looking to make some kind of a mark in this foul country... Sadly, when I saw this from one of our former Disciples of the Temple of Gonzo, I knew we had to assemble the old team...



I sent this telegraph to my associate in Columbia and business partner in my Political/Marketing/Bar business...

Coulter, old soul,

My god... so The Teacher thinks he can throw on some facial hair talk with a Southern accent and suddenly he is JAMES-fuckin'-CARVILL.

Well, sonny, I ain't got time for losses in this fight and this Williams cat looks like a loose cannon. Maybe we need to step in earlier than I had anticipated. Load up the car and let's head down to McCain-country and get on board with this awful election process. We need to prove to America we have the cajones to turn this race for Arizona Superintendent of Public Instruction into a referendum on Capitalism.

Yeah, that's that ticket.

We'll really get those brush-headed commies running for the hills when we come screaming into the city with a live deer tied to the front of our Cadillac shooting fireworks at any johnny lawman that tries to slow us down.

"USA USA USA!" is what they will be chanting as we screech to a halt in from of his campaign headquarters and start giving orders like some Goddamned general jumping off his steed and screaming for his whores.

Yes, Mr. Jones, it's time for our plan to kick into high gear and win back America or slash and burn it to the ground trying ... are you in? I'll be at the Greyhound Station at noon tomorrow. I know you know where that is.

Just be on time for once.

Signed,
WW

That's the stuff.

Cheer Camp

Cheer Camp from Wednesday Weekly on Vimeo.

Because when fat bearded guys whip out a video camera during high school cheer camp it can seem a bit creepy... unless you are related to the kiddos.

"No, officer, I swear I am allowed to be here... Yes, I am related to the two in the front row!"

Brought to you by Doudy Kitchen Man

TV people... I got your number.

Via, The Meta Filter

Lee's Summit Art Challenge

Lee's Summit Arts Challenge from Wednesday Weekly on Vimeo.

MCC-Longview hosts the first Lee's Summit Art Challenge. All the young hipster artists from the high schools threw down their angst-ridden creativity to duke it out for cash prizes... nothing like 100-bucks to stimulate the old creative juices.

How do you like the noodley guitar riff in the background? Awesome right? Did it myself after getting a stern talking to by some music royalty hack...

Yeah, that guitar riff is the kind of music that makes the ladies want to throw their underwear up on stage.

C.N.R.

The first Cassette Tape I ever bought (with my own mowing money) was a "Weird Al" album.

Wild times... wild times.

No time to lose...

Because this week has been hellishly busy.

And because tonight I have to prepare (mentally and physically) for sport-spectacle between two rivals.

And becasue the rest of the week looks just as busy with the boss calling a three hours meeting for what he has only described as "A VERY Important Announcement..."

I give you a photo of my dog. Looking dissapointed and slightly pissed off that I probably woke him up.

The picture of modern health

I eat far more than my share. I smoked for a good amount of high school and college. I still drink a lot of whiskey and bourbon mixed with nothing more than ice. I workout maybe... and that is a strained maybe... once a month when I am guilted into going to the gym by my roommates...

For almost a month I had been told any Doc would eviscerate me because of my terrible lifestyle choices and how I abuse my body with booze and Buffalo Wings.

And yet, My Doctor gave me a clean bill of health when I went in for blood work and a check-up last week.

My cholesterol... WELL below 200. Lipids? Sitting nicely in the Low Risk region. BMI? Right on the border... (so, I'm not all healthy, I get it). Still, as I sat on my bar stool this past weekend downing my fifth double bourbon and coke I could tell I was irritating my company that night as I shared my news.

"Goddamnit, I eat flax seed, and pound down fish meals every night and I still have to take medication to keep it around 250...I hate you..."

Suck it, America, being a slothful glutton is my 2010 resolution as all 6-foot-5, 260 lbs of me is actually the picture of modern health according to my doctor (This statement was not actually endorsed nor uttered by any licensed medical doctor).

Keeping it clean

Because saying things like Mother Fucker on Day-Time Television is not allowed — esp on Sunday — we get the Clean Version of Snakes on a Plane.

"I am tired of these Monkey-Fighting Snakes on this Monday-Friday Plane"
— Samuel L. Jackson