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October 31, 2005


It is amazing what I can accomplish when I have classwork to do at home. Before approaching my online course assignments for graduate school I was suddenly motivated to:

Then maybe I can get around to homework, which clearly must be avoided at all costs.

What national newswires call "rioting" is described as "partying" or a "rowdy gathering" by local news sources describing Friday night revelers on Madison, Wisconsin's State Street. Semi-annual riots occur in Oshkosh and LaCrosse as well, and most of them involve high levels of alcohol consumption. Swilling tremendous amounts of bad pilsner is a generally accepted part of the local culture that you don't see until you've left the region. It's generally accepted that you go to college and frequently drink yourself blind. Anyway, I found the differences in rhetoric used by local versus national news sources to be interesting. Wisconsin generally downplays descriptions of drunken revelry, while news sources elsewhere call it rioting. And I think it was Chris Rock who said that black people riot when they are angry, but white people riot when they are happy.

Tom Wopat, former Duke of Hazzard and native son of Lodi, Wisconsin, performs in the broadway musical Chicago in Madison.

I am now a Trusty Sidekick. Sparky demands top-notch geekness...I hope I can meet his standards. Trusty Sidekicks is a blog by and for gay comic book fans. I hope you like it.

Oy, me bones ache today. I got dogpiled by a good number of hairy, sweaty men both at Thursday's practice and Saturday's match, and it wasn't even fun. While it didn't hurt then, there's this low-level ache that comes from every bone in me body today, and I know it's from beef being loaded on top of me. I played fullback on Saturday, and managed to make lots of good tackles.

I'm going to see Rufus Wainwright with Brettie tonight. I'm not really a fan but I don't want to be home when the mean neighborhood kids come to my door demanding candy when they don't have a costume on. I'm being a Halloween Grinch this year. The same goes for Thanksgiving and Christmas, as I won't be going home for the holidays. I like DC during that time. There is no one here.

Posted by jimbo at October 31, 2005 9:13 AM


"I'm being a Halloween Grinch this year. The same goes for Thanksgiving and Christmas, as I won't be going home for the holidays."

What? And deprive all those kids of positive role-models? :)

Posted by: Joel A at October 31, 2005 10:14 AM

"Halloween Grinch"...LOL! I'll have to remember that one in the future.

Posted by: LARRY at October 31, 2005 12:44 PM

Apparently the injured player is going to need surgery to insert a plate in his head, and and plastic surgery to cover it all up. Of course you couldn't know that that the time, but maybe his reaction was less tiff and more pain....

Posted by: ZZ at October 31, 2005 1:27 PM

I never thought I'd hear you complain about large mounds of hairy, sweaty men piling on top of you. Maybe you weren't in the right frame of mind, to channel all that potential.

I glory in living an apt building on tis day: no freaking kids!

Posted by: copperred at October 31, 2005 4:51 PM

Jimbo the Spider Bane...fear him all ye spiderfolk...hide deep...hide dark...

Posted by: Jeff at October 31, 2005 7:48 PM

All that beef load all over you. I'd be so pleased with the image except for your killing of spiders. They get rid of the BAD insects!

Posted by: Glenn at November 1, 2005 7:44 AM

Jimbo, how was Rufus Wainwright inquiring minds?!

Posted by: Kaz at November 1, 2005 11:33 AM