February 2009 Archives

It's a sad day in the world of sports as we mourn the passing of Rex Grossman from the Bears to another team that will celebrate his tiny hands and manicured eyebrows.  May he play in peace. Or enjoy selling Lady Kenmores at Sears.  Whichever job offer he gets first.

Today is the first Friday of Lent so my most important decision of the day will be what type of meatless pizza to order for dinner.  Mary, my former co-worker, once told me that her 6'3" 225 pound former college football player husband orders pineapple pizza during Lent.  This was almost as traumatic to me as when Deacon Jones told Peter Brady that it was okay to join the Glee Club.  I immediately sought the internet to check the veracity of his football playing claims and while my research did confirm that he did play TE for Ball State, it mentioned nothing of his horrible taste in meatless pizza.  I usually try to decide between a stuffed spinach pizza or some sort of thin crust veggie special.  Of course, I usually have such a difficult time making the final decision that I end up not wanting to wait for the delivery and just walking to McDonald's for a Filet-O-Fish.  I might even add a Shamrock Shake.  Mmmm, that's living.

Normally, Brendan and I like to do our podcast  close to 1pm.  Yesterday, while out celebrating Fat Tuesday, we decided that we would start today's show around 2pm.  Of course, that little piece of information was forgotten by me somewhere around the fifth hurricane and I arrived around 1pm to an empty Greeley residence.  Luckily, it was a beautiful day so I sat with the homeless in the park near Brendan's apartment and fed the pigeons.  Unfortunately, the 2pm start time was also a little ambitious because then Brendan sent me a text saying that he "got caught up" and would not be able to do the show until this evening.  And by "got caught up" he meant, "Dude, I am still drunk from last night so we have to postpone this thing until later.  And sorry for calling you at 4am."  I'm expecting him to arrive at my apartment in the RP any moment so hopefully we'll have something for you in a couple of hours.

So here we are, a few weeks into podcasting.  In this short time period, we've covered a variety of topics: Everything from the scene at Toby Keith's concert in Peoria to the definition of a swissy lick(a disorder affecting Swiss Mountain Dogs which causes them to lick carpet(insert Ellen Degeneres joke here)).  We've even taken the show on the road a couple times, including an entire show from a Denny's parking lot.  As evidenced by the swissy lick discovery, I have come to believe that the show is mainly about learning. Today I learned that Pete is the son of German immigrants, embodying the American Dream.  Who knows what we'll ascertain tomorrow?  With tentative Fat Tuesday plans to broadcast from a New Orleans-themed establishment, perhaps we will determine how many Hurricanes one can consume while doing a podcast.  Tune in and find out.