Friday, January 28, 2011

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House of Paign

I grew up a little over an hour from Champaign, Ill. home of the Big Ten's blue and orange clad Illini. At 24, and without living in the area for over six years, I consider myself a loose based fan but still hold an allegiance. And yes, I was outwardly pissed when Chief Illiniwek went away because some P.C. crackers said he was offensive. (I also realize how non-P.C. and offensive this last statement is. I do what I want!)

So last night I was pretty disappointed when my ranked team lost to Indiana's current lovable losers, the Hoosiers. This disappointment turned to disgust when I learned IU rushed the court. What? Really? Stop, just stop. However, as much as I aspire to express my hatred for this I will let ESPN's Rick Reilly do it for me. I have mixed feelings about Mr. Reilly, as I used to read him him every other week thanks to my accidental S.I. subscription, but believe he sold out at ESPN. Either way, let's do this Rick!
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This has got to stop. Therefore, here are the Ironclad and Unbreakable Rushing-the-Court Rules. From now on, you can NOT rush the court if …

• You’ve won an NCAA title in the past 20 years.
• You’ve been in the Final Four in the past five years.
• The team you just beat is not in the top three.
• Or is ranked within 15 rungs of you. (Somebody do the math for Wake.)
• Or is really a football school. This includes Florida, Texas and Ohio State. Get over it.
• You’ve beaten this same team in the past five years.
• You won the stupid game by more than 10 points. There is no such thing as a PRTC (Premeditated Rush The Court.)
• You’re a university and you just beat a college.
• Coach K comes to your coach’s clinic.
• You have a dead-mortal-lock lottery pick on your team.
• Your team has appeared in a recent “One Shining Moment.”
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Also, the article does take note about an Illini falter. "You [Illini] RTC'd when you beat No. 5 Michigan State this year. Even Illinois legend Dee Brown was cringing. He tweeted: "No no no no! … We are Illinois! Winning should be normal."

Let me have no fun while I sit in the seat and judge you.  Because oh, I will.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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Subj: Whore Blog

is what I would have called it if it were me...

I mentioned this at sushi the other night. Basically if Pretty Woman kept a blog it would be this. And also if she did a little more coke and had an abortion (spoiler alert).

Happy reading: http://nightmarebrunette.blogspot.com/

p.s. I found out about this because of her article on salon.com

My friend Liz sent myself, and seven of her other friends, this e-mail today.  By the time I read through the chain I read the statements, "I have a weird fascination with prostitutes," "envying someone for prostituting is like envying someone for eating at McDonald's," and "I have obviously considered multiple scenarios in which I both eat at McDonald's and prostitute myself.  I think the sky's the limit." The last one is Liz and, thanks to making this e-mail chain public, you all know how she funds her law school experience. Joke.

I couldn't help but laugh before actually reading the source and replied with,
My Dearest Liz,

According to our madame here, "there's no entrance exam when it comes to sex work." Well Liz, you're a strong willed woman and I believe that you can accomplish anything you set your mind to. Even if that thing is whoring yourself out at the local Mickey D's. So drop that LSAT talk lady, let's find you a suitable John with a strong pimp hand. Dream big.
Your biggest supporter,
Theresa
For real though, after reading the stories of Charlotte Shane (whom writes under a pen name) the more I become interested a woman I cannot relate to on a surface level.  She writes with transparency while protecting herself at the core.  She's only a couple years older than me but, for obvious reasons, conveys a level of wisdom beyond my understanding.  If you can look past her questionable career choice and shun your judging aside, it's just another girl exploring her place in the world.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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"the epic struggle...lives in the folklore of Cleveland Street to this very day."

While searching for a calendar of events for Cleveland today (don't ask) I stumbled across this little gem. A Christmas Story House Tours. If you couldn't tell by my purge of Christmas themed entries, it's kind of my favorite holiday and this is kind of one of my favorite movies. The house, actually on 11th St. and not Cleveland St. as in the movie, is restored to its movie splendor and hopefully with a seductive leg lamp and faulty old furnace. So next time I'm a tourist in Cleveland (ahem, fun times in Cleveland today) I'll make sure to stop in Ralphie's residence. Except not on Christmas, because it's closed that day. Irony.

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Duh Bears.

Sunday will mark one of the biggest NFL games ever played in Chicago. In the next five days I will hear "Bear Down, Chicago Bears" more times than ever necessary. I am not a Bears fan unless it's a SNL skit. My brother is a big Packers fan and his happiness is vital to mine. Also, Aaron Rodgers is a stud. You can see where my loyalty lies.

Except the Bulls, because '91 to '98 hold a special place in my heart, I am the worst Chicago transplant sports fan ever. In celebration of that fact, here are some images that amuse me.

Brother's facebook


Look at the kind Packers fan and the aggressive, mauling Bears fan!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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Bad Day, Charlie Brown

Sometimes when I'm having a bad day (although, not today) I just want to shuffle away like this. Never gets old.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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Slow Clap DILF.

Every SLU student, past and present, recalls memories around the beloved campus clock tower.  The statue of Deep-In-Thought-Doug sitting on the Northeast corner, reading a textbook or more likely tanning between classes and a the general area of congregation for all.  A large number of my college memories center around that spot and make me smile just thinking about them now.  Thanks to James Van Der Beek, one memory made me laugh out loud today.



Between 2005 and 2008, my college roommates and I sat on the steps around the clock tower and practiced the fine art of "DILF hunting."  After freshman year, it became uncomfortable to continue creeping on the prospective male high school students prowling our campus looking for their future homes.  (Although creepy was a typical word in our vocabulary.)  These unknowing fathers, donned in fine pressed khakis and J. Crew sweaters, were way better to look at then their letterman jacket clad sons.  Somewhere along the way we began the DILF clap, a slow purposeful clap brought to premonition steadily in cinema fashion, designed to bring unwarranted attention and embarrassment for the DILF in question.

Dear SLU DILF dads, I salute you.  Thanks James Van Der Beek.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

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A Fitting 100 Post.

Happy 100th post! In honor of this allow me to be generic in terms of writing about goals and those magical four self improvement terms of, ahem, improving myself:

1. Spiritually
2. Mentally
3. Physically
4. Emotionally

This entry will be about those, in terms of my new year, and in my own terms. For 2011 I prefer "goals" over "resolutions" but Thesaurus.com puts these on the same level so I'll roll with it.  I googled the terms above to find just where I heard these last and one of the top results that popped up was a pregnancy book. Negative. (See what I did there?) Anyways.

1. I started off the New Year with something that justifies a smirk (and pancakes) and followed that up with a date at St. Clement with my beloved roommate. After being doused in holy water by a woman with a blinged out belt buckle and designer jeans, I was entranced by the best homily I have heard since my old priest told us he was "going to make this short, the Packers game is on at noon."  New priest spoke about how, like the three wise men, we're often looking for some sign to lead us to promise.  Unlucky for us, we will never find this and have to create our own star to discover the path.  It's more like a treasure map than a straight shot, full of turns and challenges, to bring us to the desired conclusion.  Inspired, I went home and wrote this down in a notebook I use from time to time leading me to...

2. I'm going to write more.  I typically write my blog posts before I type these.  Whether it's scrawl on paper, tapping away on my notepad app or even on a napkin J.K. Rowling style.  Ever since the iconic story I penned in second grade, about a pet triceratops living in my parents' pool, writing has been a passion.  Anyone can write; I'm not exactly penning the next great American novel on this blog.  But in 2011, at the end of my day, I will jot down a few sentences about an event that occurred walking down the street, a dumb thought that popped up in the shower, or a small goal to achieve.  In hindsight, you learn a great deal from your past self.  Joyful, down on your luck, confused.  You would be surprised about everything that changes in 365 days.

3. Try something new...while totally kicking ass.  If you read any of this you may notice that while I enjoy watching sports I love playing them even more.  There's no such thing as being too old for recess and shows like the Biggest Loser strike me with overzealous fear.  To mix it up in 2011, I already joined a dodgeball league and bought a Groupon for boxing and boot camp classes.  Once the temperature is above freezing, or maybe not, I'll likely be playing softball.
  Also, I'm also throwing around the idea of running a half marathon.  I don't care to share more on this until I finally convince myself to know I can do it.  So here we go full circle with...

4.  Being less indecisive.  I did not mean to type "be more decisive."  I know what I mean here so bear with me.  Last night, laying in bed thinking of this, I initially thought of "stop being indecisive."  But, being the traditionally rational human being that I am, realize that's ridiculous.  I need to be able to juggle a decision before committing.  Some of this sparked from a New Year's Eve discussion.  My friend and I joked about being 25 and what we thought our 18-year-old selves would think if they saw us on the verge of 2011.  That 18-year-old would be so wrong and likely jealous they were not drinking legally out of lime green Solo cups.  At 25 I was supposed to be fresh out of law school, on the verge if not already married, and with a silver Audi (though likely used).  Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.  I no longer really think of age as a bench mark for decision making, however, with 25 close there are some decisions that warrant my attention.  I'm being vague on purpose as disclosing them in the process just takes away the fun.

That's it.  Long entry.  Happy 100.  These goals aren't lofty or unreachable but they are all encompassing and an improvement process to get myself in check.  Here we go!
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One More Christmas Post...to Get Crunk

One more post about Christmas, I swear, and I'm sorry for the excess.  But over Christmas break my brother and I were flipping through radio stations in our "hometown" when we came across this little gem.  I had to use Shazam to find out, and I quote, "what in the name of the Christmas Eve is this shit?"  My dad was flipping out when we started to play this on YouTube...on repeat.  Then we flipped out when my phone wouldn't close YouTube and we walked into a Walgreen's in the hood to buy milk.

So, on behalf of my brother and the really good looking cop at Walgreen's at 11 p.m. on Christmas Eve, this is for you.  It's too good not to share.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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"The Work of Christmas Begins:"

Christmas 2010 comes to a close and I am no longer listening to "All I Want for Christmas" radio on Pandora.  I opened my e-mail today, a belated Christmas message from my parish, and wanted to share this.  Simple, powerful, says a lot with a little.

In "The Work of Christmas," Howard Thurman penned:
 
When the song of angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among the community,
To make music in the heart.