yankovic fan

Another thing, He always has that surgical mask thing over his face. Shouldn't that prevent him getting sick?

That doesn't work. Tried it. The copy came up as if I was watching a scrambled channel with the occasional clear spot. Now that's if it's copy protected.

Ok, forgive me for this, but why would we put any faith in national security issues in what Popular Mechanics says? Shouldn't they be more worried about covering stories like Firestone, or the 2005 Mustang? Not saying I am for or against the conspiracy theories, but either way, Popular Mechanics is not getting any credit from me.

Is he even capable of sneezing at this point?

The cops were there in case extra handcuffs were needed.

About 10 minutes ago AIM interrupted a convo I was having. I could message other people, but the original person I could not reach. Then about 2 minutes later, it was back to normal. Odd stuff

If I ever leave Louisiana, Mardi Gras will probably be the thing that pushes me away. The state's 2nd biggest Mardi Gras is in my hometown, a mile down the road from my house is the parade route. I HATE IT!

That's a lawsuit waiting to happen. On the blind issue... My grandfather is legally blind. He can still see, but just REALLY bad. He reconizes us. I don't know how to explain it. He reads his books still with a HUGE magnifying glass plus his glasses. Few years back, he went to renew his license, just to see if he could. They told him "Read the 3rd line on the chart." and he replied "Ma'am, I can't even read the first line." The woman then said "Oh sir, I'm sorry, I did not realize you were illiterate." and he got it renewed. True story. So apparently Louisiana has a significant number of legally blind, and illiterate people driving around. This explains the braille at the drive-thru ATM.

Bob Backlund 94. Winning it was good. Build up to winning it was good. Actual reign sucked balls.

Whenever it happens I hope I'm not the old guy that's telling the people in earshot of how "I've been a fan since....blah blah blah." That guy is annoying. I'm happy you seen Gorgeous George in person 5 times. I WASN'T BORN YET! fuckers... I am sure the current batch of wrestlers born during the 80s boom will be the cause of the next boom when they hit their 30s.

Well, in my opinion, he had the best uptempo theme song ever. (Best song overall Mr. Perfect, FYI) I don't think you can base a Hall of Fame career on what I think were 3 matches. WM VI WMVII And I really enjoyed Summerslam 92. Besides if he showed up at the Hall of Fame ceremony, HHH would show up and do something to him....

I have a friend that works for LSU media. A few weeks back Ryan Perriloux was on campus touring and such. MY friend is the stereotypical diehard fan of "insert college" (LSU..duh) and he had this to say about the kid. "Texas can have him. That boy is all caught up in being a high school superstar. His attitude sucks." So the comments everyone is making about him suprises me none. It's still pretty cool knowing my high school was in the same district as his the last 8 years and consequently I had a chance to see him play a lot in the last 3 or 4. (Can't recall if he played much as a freshman or if there is even a freshman level at his high school as some high schools start at 10th grade) Point being, he played in a 8 or 9 team district depending on the year, and 4 or 5 of those teams were serious cream puffs in terms of toughness, and really it was his school and two others that were worth a damn. I don't think he won a single state championship. But the boy is good, you can't hinge on one player, and he's played both sides of the ball. But all this rambling has led me to this conclusion... My opinion of him is still inconclusive

Yeah, happy birthday to teke from one LA Sports fan (and resident) to another.

I can guarantee 100 tickets sold for a Superdome Wrestlemania.... not much but at least a start.

I am still waiting for Priest Holmes to have a monster game and see a headline that says "Priest molests XXXXX's defense" (XXXXX = whatever team it occurs against).

The nephew of Bobby Bowden, Coach of Florida State University football. (unknown if storyline or not)

I've been fighting this reference in my head all week, but it keeps building and building and no one else has said it that I saw... Does this feel like one of those " life imitating art " situations to anyone? By "art" in this case I mean the film/book Friday Night Lights with the whole Boobie Miles thing. If you haven't read the book/seen the movie then fret not over what I mean.

Well I think we all expected someone to interrupt the JR thing, but I figured someone other than HHH... Ok maybe not but I was hopeful.

On the whole good vs bad thing, I remember a match with Repo Man and Papa Shango from Superstars around the same time that ended in a double DQ because they both tried using their weapons. So evil vs evil wasn't TOTALLY unheard of.

Dude, using the "I was on MTV" line works great, and then being able to provide video evidence helps your cause. In 2001 I was on Sunday Night Heat for the "Man on the Street" segment before the Rumble... Can't say being on THAT Mtv show helped, but you get the idea Milk it for all its worth!

I enjoyed it. Wasn't the best movie ever by any means, but it was a good time killer.

Post it. I like when people share my anti-cellphone views. Here you go: Columnist says down with cell phones By Greg Hood So the other day after a grueling music appreciation test, a test I spent the better part of a week studying for, I settled into the Student Union for a little rest and relaxation. As I sat with my head in my hands, mentally evaluating my performance, I heard it. As if God himself were looking down from heaven mocking me, Mozart's "Symphony 40" infiltrated my ears! Certain I was having a mental meltdown from repeated listening to the piece the previous evening, I plugged my ears and started rocking back and forth screaming the chorus to "Jingle Bells." After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably like two minutes, I removed my fingers from my ear canals and checked to see if the Lord had ceased his heavy-handed musical torture. He didn't. Instead, he decided to have Ludwig Von Beethoven torture me this time. Now "Beethoven's Fifth Symphony" was all I could hear, and I attributed it to my choice of study habits. Before I could plug my ears again though, I heard "Hey man, check this one out," and suddenly the theme of the "Pink Panther" was playing. At this point I realized that it was not a supreme being torturing me. No, the source of my anguish was coming from the table 20 feet away in a big huddle. Apparently the centerpiece of the huddle had just gotten a cellular phone and had to show it off to all his friends. I'm not going to lie. With the exception of use during roadside emergencies, I hate cell phones. They are annoying little devices of communication that present hazards in more ways than one. Every time I'm on the road and someone nearly runs me off the road because they are in the midst of gossip on what's happening in the soaps, it takes everything in me to stop from chasing them down, taking the phone, and throwing it in front of a speeding truck. People lose track of everything with cell phones. More than once, I've been walking with friends having a great conversation when suddenly we're graced with a low budget version of a recent pop song, and they grab the phone and forget about me. Apparently finding out who's sleeping with whom on "Guiding Light" is more intriguing than my theories on modern politics. And it's not just the lack of courtesy that occurs in general social situations either. Recently I was out for a night on the town with a friend and in a ten-minute span she got no less than eight phone calls! Now she didn't answer the phone, but common sense would say to turn the freaking phone off. Another thing that gets me about cell phones is people who feel they are so self-righteous that when the phone rings, they must take their time to answer it. It's the same thing every time. Some man or woman wandering alone in their best attempt at the latest fashion hears their cell phone go off. They stop what they are doing. By this point the phone is on the second verse of whatever song they have chosen as the ring tone. They look around to ensure they are the center of attention. Then in one quick motion, they reach down and answer the phone, "Hello? Oh, Hi mom...." I had a professor a semester ago whose syllabus had a clause in regard to cell phones. It was a penalty to the entire class. If someone's phone went off in class, the entire class would be docked on point on the class average. His classes do not have that clause anymore, but I really liked that idea. Since I have been enrolled longer than my TOPS eligibility, my parents are paying good money for my education. I do not want my professor's lecture on why America is the supreme leader in world affairs interrupted by Joe Bob's cell phone rendition of "The Beverly Hillbillies" theme song. Back to the circumstances that I opened this article with, if I'm sitting in the Union eating, studying, skipping class, or whatever, I do not need some wise guy that thinks he is a DJ just because his new phone can hold ten different ring tones. Nobody wants to hear your play list! If you must show off all your ring tones to your friends, kindly go sit inside your vehicle, have your private jam session and let me have my peace! And what is with this obsession of constantly needing to talk to someone? NOBODY is so important that they need to get in touch with me immediately. We're at war? Well I'll find out when I get home and turn on the TV. Aunt Helen died? Well, I'm not Jesus Christ; I can't resurrect her. Besides that, I'm having a good day at school -- don't call me with bad news and wreck it. Wait until I get home. You want to know what I'm doing tonight? Find me at school or call my house and leave a message on my answering machine like we used to do before these annoying little phones were invented. And now these little things are getting so high tech you don't even have to hold them to talk to people. You just fit this little thing in your ear, clip another piece to your shirt, and start talking. I swear on a good day you can find at least six or seven people wandering around just talking about what's for dinner, and you'd swear at first glance they were talking to themselves. And then these little things keep getting smaller and smaller. People are spending all kinds of money on a phone that is so small just to keep with the latest trend. I heard a comment about cell phones the other day that went "Cell phones are the only thing in existence where you brag about having the smallest one." I'm sorry, but if I would break down and buy one of these infernal gadgets, I would not shell out the better part of my income for something the size of my palm. It's going to have to be at least the size of my forearm and come with security features including, but not limited to, electric theft guard, a homing beacon, and video surveillance. I want my money's worth. DOWN WITH CELL PHONES! Why, you still ask? Because they're annoying little gadgets that cause bad driving, rude conversation etiquette, steal my tuition, and cause total havoc on my psyche after music appreciation tests.

Heh, Once at a Baton Rouge taping this guy had a massive five foot by 3 foot sign of Stephanie McMahon with the boobs overly exaggerated with some sort of breast pun. I'm pretty sure it was taken away before cameras hit the air. At a Smackdown taping in 01, someone had a "please retire Undertaker" sign for the whole show. Taker wrestled and as he left, I seen a ref tearing the sign up. With that said, I'm surprised they let that sign last in the audience as long as it did.

When I was in college I wrote an editorial for the school paper called "I Hate Cellphones" and I took an extreme approach to it. General feedback, "great read, but you're a strange person." If anyone is interested, I can post it for giggles.