'Zim' party!
A 50/50 Wanna Come In?
Cassie: "Wait, which one is gay? Oh, I'll just rewind it." [Uses TiVo to rewind show]
Everyone else: [Realizing for the first time that Cassie has TiVo] "Whoooooa!"
The cheese family
"I don't wanna marsh your mellow..."
"...call me if you need the 411!"
and all the other ghetto-fab sayings of Cassie's dad
Chris: "I love your dad! Where did you get him?"
Cassie: "He was on the clearance rack."
"Are you really gonna sacrifice the world for some pizza?"
"Look, you got to pick what we ate last time!"
[Pizza commercial on Invader Zim]
"Ooh, I want pizza now!"
"Me too!"
Pizza pig dude outside of the costume... Yick!
Actually seeing the much-talked-about Hot Cellist!
Tag team planet-fighting scenarios!
"But Kia, seriously, I'll pay you like 50 cents!"
Playing "How many bars can you get?"
"Christmas is a time to be nice to all the boys and girls... unless their hands are dirty with lies!"
The clean toilet and foamy, grape-y soap
What a great day!
Wow, today was really awesome on so many levels!
Classes were cool– although one of them required some text messaging to liven it up. I was able to make some substantial progress on stuff at work thanks to some very cool help from one of my very cool city editors. Relatedly, I had the lead story and the lead photo on the front page of today's paper. Also, we had a Flinn meeting today about our service project proposal in which we both got work done and talked about the Eastern European memories of those who've already been overseas.
Plus, I spent the evening with a group of people amassed by birthday boy Brian Schlemmer. We went up to Camelview to see Hotel Rwanda and spent the rest of the evening at Macayo's talking, eating, and making jokes at Brian's expense.
Macayo's moments
Our poor, nearly voiceless waitress
Brian's recurring Godfather/mafia references
All those love triangles... including the one that extends down to Tucson
More discussion about googly eyes
Brian trying to make a mean face
My secret love for Melanie!
Brian Schlemmer: Upset at his inability to make a face we consider sufficiently mean, he says something about how one day he'll prove his meanness potential by just going off on a killing spree.
Brian Indrelunas: "Could you call me when you're about to do that? That would save me a lot of time."
"Prepare to be triangulated!"
How to describe all the soap-opera-esque romance in the group?
The young man and the older woman...
The old man and the cat!
The Parade of the Cat Princess (and her Cat Prince!)
Almost getting killed by Brian about a thousand times
The plan to nuke Texas and its unlikely source
Melanie's and my pen-sharing... our first official "moment" and a big step forward for the relationship that only one of us acknowledges.
Why I'm not bitter about the power outage
If Brian were bitter, he'd post something like this:
Oh, the joys of living on campus. You thought having freakishly frequent fire alarms was bad enough? How about a five-hour power outage?
But, truth be told, I'm really not bitter or upset about last night's power outage at all... for a couple reasons:
First, because I was about as ready for it as one could be. See, I definitely didn't get to bed around midnight like I was supposed to on Tuesday night after setting it as one of my goals for the week. But last night I quit schoolwork at 11, cleaned up and organized my stuff a little bit, and printed out yesterday's Upper Room devotional from my email to read before bed. I had just finished up on the computer and was preparing to turn out all but one of the lights and get ready for devotional and bed when, essentially, the lights turned themselves out.
So I wander out into the hall, as did almost everyone else, notice that the stairwell lights are on, and wonder aloud with Annette, "Who broke the floor?" As it turns out, the stairwells were lit by a backup power source, and the outage extended over to Palm Walk and up to University Drive.
Oh, and also at about this time, I mentally decide to give Diane, a new C5er this semester, the official Courtesy Award of the night for her oh-so-polite delivery of the line, "Guys! I know the power's out, but can you please shut the f--- up?" and her very similar encore performance.
Anyway, I popped some batteries in my ASU toolbox/flashlight that we all got at TEAMS last spring and brush the teeth, pop out the contacts, read my devotional, pray, and then go to bed. However, this attempt at sleep was short-lived as I later went on to call DPS and TPD, get some photos, and walk around campus surveying the extent of the outage... with no shoes on.
Originally I thought was just headed down to Center Courtyard to see if there was any large amassment of people that should be noted, so I put my clothes that I wore yesterday back on and took my pen, notebook, and camera but didn't think to find the flip-flops. By the time I had walked up to University and back down to about Orange, I kinda wished that I had thought about footwear, but oh well.
Anyway, the other main reason I'm not at all bitter about the outage is that it gave me a story to work on today that people would actually give me information for (as opposed to some stories)! So if you want all the info about last night's outage, be sure to check out tomorrow's edition of The State Press. :)
More late night post-movie fun
[A little while after we finish watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Brian is sitting on the bed Bob sleeps in. Grayson, Sam, and Annette are on the other bed in the room, which would be for Bob's roommate if he had one.]
Annette: "Bob, this isn't like the last time you had people in your room. This time there are only boys on your bed."
...
Garden Brian: "Annette, is there something we don't know about you... anatomically?"
...
Annette: "No, you're on Bob's bed."
Garden Brian: "I'm not boys! There's only one of me!"
Classic Brian: "So Annette has either double vision or a penis."
If I have nightmares tonight, here's the reason why:
Overall, Piñata: Survival Island was an incredibly cheesy movie, but it had enough of the trappings of a true horror film to lodge some scary images in my mind.
On a side note, this just amused me:
Check it out: Byline bonanza
Parking, traffic woes expected to continue
Construction leads to parking availability shuffle
The State Press, Jan 19 2005: p. 1
Campus continues torrid expansion pace
Several projects beginning construction at ASU
The State Press, Jan 19 2005: p. 1
Police Beat: Shaking breasts offend security guard
The State Press, Jan 19 2005: p. 2
Events of 2004 more than headlines
Achievements to improve education and boost economy
ASU Underground: Jan 18 2005: pp. 2, 11
Dear group,
Today I had quite a long, busy, and often stressful/exasperating day (long and busy mostly due to work and stressful/exasperating due to my class-related mishaps!), but having dinner and talking with all of you has left me feeling so incredibly calm and collected.
I love you guys... but Melanie's still the only one who gets the heart-dotted i's! lol :)
Annette's and Brian's secret project is complete!
Come and visit the C5 ball pit in the laundry room on the fifth floor of Best C!
Does this count as legitimate 'Republic'-scooping?
Napolitano channels Nickelodeon alum in address
Brian.Indrelunas.com, Jan 10 2005
Will Bob the Builder sue the governor?
Political Insider, The Arizona Republic, Jan 16 2005: B8
Now this is not supposed to be an out-and-out accusation of plagiarism either. But I'd just like to point out that parts of today's Political Insider column in the Republic sounded rather familiar.
Everyone who read my website last week should suddenly know what I'm talking about. Yes, the Republic, at least subliminally, was channeling my observations about Gov. Napolitano channeling Bob the Builder during her State of the State address.
No accusations here, but let's just say that there's a whole lot of channeling goin' on! :)
A Repsonse to Hatred, Part I: Hate Makes My Heart Hurt
Sometimes I just can't bear to see people whose hearts are so filled with hate that they celebrate the deaths of thousands of innocents on September 11 and in South Asia and act in such hateful ways that I find to be just beyond description.
And I'm not talking about al-Qaida terrorists or those often-referred-to "Muslim extremists". I'm talking about American citizens who claim Christianity as their religion.
The hateful website of those whom I saw in action on tonight's episode of Nightline will not be directly linked to on this site, nor will its hateful URL be mentioned here. Anyone wishing to find it can Google "Westboro Baptist Church", the more inocuous name that this group of hateful people at times assumes. This site almost gleefully states, "Matthew Shepard has been in hell for 2285 days," later urging readers to more or less get over it because any "caterwauling" or the like would not even "buy ... one drop of water to cool [his] tongue."
Now, I would expect a Christian group that believes homosexuality is a sin and a ticket to hell to express a little more remorse over the fact that they believe the souls of many human beings formed in God's image to be residing in hell.
Well, given the fact that the past is indeed unchangeable, perhaps these who consider themselves servants of God are spreading the message of His love to those who they believe are on the way to hell but still alive and able to be saved. Oh, but love is not the name of the game with these people. (Interesting, since love is the name of Someone's game!) They attempt to reach people– if they even pretend that saving souls is their objective– by yelling at them and at those around them, telling them that God hates them. Yeah, that's effective.
I honestly don't know what motivates these people. Pure hatred? The need for attention? Intellectual failures? Misdirected religious devotion? I don't know. What I do know is that yelling at people, judging them on the behalf of God (Isn't that supposed to be a no-no?), and not making the message of God's redeeming love available to them does absolutely no good and probably even worsens things.
Rather than drawing anyone into the Church, I suspect that the denigrating tactics of groups such as this serve not only to further alienate their "target audience", so to speak, but also to alienate many heterosexual Americans who would generalize the hate of these few to describe the disposition of the whole of Christianity. While I feel that such a generalization would be horribly inaccurate, with a certain lack of information, it wouldn't be a hard generalization to make.
So let's recap: People like those of the Westboro Baptist Church are on the streets, actively pushing gays and straights alike away from knowledge of a loving God by doing the exact opposite of what we are called to do, radiate and share His love. They're apparently disobeying God and perhaps even ensuring that some people will go to hell rather than heaven. That kinda sounds like what I would think of as Satan's objectives, but I surely won't attempt to pass eternal judgment on any of these people. That's not my place.
However, these people sure think it's their job to pass judgment, and in the words of one unidentified WBC member featured on Nightline tonight, "If you live like the devil, you're going to die and go straight to hell." I don't know about y'all, but I'm sure praying that that won't end up being the case for this woman and her fellow churchmembers.
OK, what I really need to blog about (You'll understand the italics later.) is the highlights of Wesley tonight, but I realized that I have a lot of non-Bob the Builder-related things to tell about first!
Weekend
Yeah, so on Friday I went ice skating for the first time ever... and didn't fall down! Woot! Steve Gerner emailed me and said that he and some of his friends were going up to Polar Ice, so I tagged along only to find that all the friends who showed up besides me were U of A friends. But it's OK. No violence erupted... lol. Then afterwards I think I came home and watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle with Mom because she rented it. (Yes, she rented it.) Or that movie part might've been on Friday. Whatev.
Anyway, on Saturday I went to the Shekinah-Glory conference that The Conference (well, mostly Song of Life) put on at Tempe First. It was muy awesome... too awesome to put into words. Or I'm just too lazy to put it all into words!
Then Sunday, I went to 11:11, spent forever at the Burger King on University as the Beyond the Zone conversation took on many varied topics, played Mission:Imposssible in the church office while Melanie emailed Dave something from her laptop, went to Fry's Electronics with Beth to get a cheap TV tuner card for my computer (So now I can watch and tape TV on my computer! It's so cool!), went home and installed said card, drove back up to Tempe and went to the Taizé service at University Presbyterian, then had like an hour-long parking-lot talk with most of the people from Beyond the Zone that was kinda like a continuation of the lunch conversations!
Week
Then this week, I started work at The State Press as the cops reporter, which has been very, very cool so far. But I'll refrain from going into detail since a lot of the stuff I've been doing would probably seem pretty boring to almost everyone else. Like, ooh, yesterday I was able to log on to the SMNews server! OK, so it does get more intrinsically exciting than that, but I find even the un-intrinsically exciting stuff almost equally as cool!
Anyway, today after spending the morning on campus, I picked up my dorm key from the desk in C and a month's worth of mail from my dorm mailbox and headed up to the Flinn Foundation offices to be one of the current-Flinns-in-the-lobby at Day 1 of the Phoenix set of regional interviews, chatted with some potential '05 Flinns (two of them from CHS) as well as Howard and Katie, who I found out also worked for The State Press while she was at ASU. :)
Then I ended up being done atthe Foundation by about 4:30, half an hour earlier than I expected, so even with the beginnings of rush hour hell I was able to make it to church by 5 instead of 6.
Wesley
So when I got there, I decided to distract Beth from her work because I knew she had come early to work on directory stuff. Plus I also went through all of my dorm-mail and generally spread papers over the half of the table that was not occupied by Beth's computer, papers, and the like. But soon Brian Schlemmer arrived and shortly afterwards, a UTI student who found about about Wesley somehow or another came in. Yes, that's right. Someone new at Wesley! And we thought it couldn't be done! lol
But of course, we say that it's so unlikely that we can coax new people to come to Wesley because over the past couple months things (and people) have been getting progressively weirder. Tonight was no exception. There were the usual things-that-don't-make sense like the fact the Brian rode his bike to church but then left a little before 8, saying that he had to go somewhere and wanting to know if anyone had a key to lock up with. So it sounds like he's leaving and not coming back for a while, right? I thought so too, but like 10 or 15 minutes after he left, I noticed that his bike was still at the back of the Baker Center. Why? Who knows! It's one of those unexplainable Wesley things.
Plus, Joe would not shut up about blogging, Brandt freaked out when Brian complimented his haircut, Joe foot-raped me:
Brian is sitting in the big chair and resting his feet on the middle section of the north-facing couch.
Joe is sitting kinda sideways on the couch.
Joe [Makes some weird comment/threat about how he's going to put his foot on mine (which is better than his previous faux-threats of breaking my legs, et cetera).]
Joe places his foot up against Brian's
Brian: [After a moment of confused silence:] "I just want you to know that I'm not consenting to this... foot relationship thing."
Beth: "Are you guys playing footsies?"
Brian: "No! See? My foot's not moving. ... It's like foot rape!"
And Brandt pointed out like half of the sexual innuendoes in 50 First Dates, which we were watching, by saying, "Oh! Sexual innuendo!" And then trying to Brandt-ify it and make it worse. Luckily, Joe refrained from making explicit faux-sexual advances to Brandt until after 8:00, when Tim (the guy from UTI) left, so hopefully we didn't scare him off.
Napolitano channels Nickelodeon alum in address
Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano opened her annual State of the State Address this afternoon by presenting her overall goals in the following fashion:
Can we continue to renew our schools, from those for the youngest child to world-class community colleges and universities? Some say, "No, not ever." I say, "Yes, we can."
Can we build an Arizona economy with more high-wage jobs and more highly trained people to fill them? Some say, "No, not ever." I say, "Yes, we can."
Can we be true stewards of our water and our land while encouraging responsible growth? Some say, "No, not ever." I say, "Yes, we can."
—Gov. Janet Napolitano, State of the State Address, Jan 10 2005 (emphasis added)
Something seemed interesting as I listened to this opening, but it wasn't until Napolitano put the speech to bed with another "Yes we can!" that I realized where I had heard this type of rhetoric before.
No, not on Fox News... or on CNN. Try one channel up from CNN. Yeah, that's right. Our governor's vision for the state embodies that can-do spirit of none other than former Nickelodeon star Bob the Builder:
“Can we build it? Yes we can!”
That’s the rallying call that gets Bob the Builder and his machine team ready to tackle any project, from repairing a leaky barn to renovating a creaky castle [to building an Arizona economy?]. As they hammer out the solutions that lead to a job well done, Bob the Builder and his crew demonstrate the power of positive-thinking, problem-solving, teamwork and follow-through. When a child shares in this world, he or she will pick up these tools that are so essential to building a “can-do” attitude.
So kudos to Governor Napolitano. She's a Democratic governor speaking to a Republican-led legislature, but she's still got that "can-do attitude" when she presents her goals!
Maybe someday she'll get to make a cameo on Bob the Builder— or perhaps even get her own children's television show.
I can see it now: Janet the Governor. :P
Indrelunas releases statement regarding 11:11 drama
Chandler, Ariz. — Brian Indrelunas on Sunday officially endorsed Joe's (Oh, look! I blogged about you again!) "Bring Back M" campaign in his first public remarks regarding the 11:11 drama. No further public comments were released.
YOU CAN'T SPELL CONTEMPORARY WITHOUT M!
BRING BACK M!
Miscellaneous remarks
Ayuh, 'Do you speak American?' was, like, mad tight!
I really enjoyed watching Do You Speak American? a documentary about the English language in the United States that I taped off of Channel 8 last night, and I highly recommend it to anyone who'll have three hours free next week. It airs again this Saturday morning from 3-6 a.m., so set y'all's VCRs!
ASU expects me– er, the Foundation– to pay for this?
A Tempe press release I just received in my inbox informs me that ASU and the city are partnering to provide wireless internet to most of Downtown Tempe. I guess that'll be nice for laptop users to be able to get online outside of Harkins and whatnot, but I would think that ASU-Tempe IT should focus their efforts (and students' money) on providing wireless access to most of the Tempe campus before going off-campus to cover Mill Ave.
'Medium' airs tonight at 9
Although the aforementioned Medium normally airs on Monday nights, a new episode is on tonight at 9 on Channel 12. Here's hoping for more mohawks and wheelchairs!
9:23p » OK, so Monday's commercials lied. It wasn't a new episode. Stupid lying NBC hos!
Props » 'Medium' peeps
I gotta send out some props to the people responsible for writing and producing NBC's Medium for keeping it set in Phoenix. ("Keeping" because the real Allison DuBois lives in Phoenix.)
I mean come on! You've got all these shows set in New York and L.A. and maybe Seattle, but for those of us who don't live in one of the population and/or coffee meccas, what do we have? Well, besides COPS.
Anyway, props go out to NBC, Paramount, Grammnet Productions, and Picturemaker Productions and anyone else who had a hand in giving us all a non-reality (just based-on-a-real-person) network television show set in the Valley– complete with mohawk-and-a-wheelchair-esque imitations of Channel 12 and the county attorney's office!
New photos: Salt River flows in Valley
For the first time in months, I've posted some new photos online! I took these latest shots yesterday near the Rio Salado between Mill Avenue and Priest Drive, an area encompassing the western end of Tempe Town Lake, its west dam, and the usually dry flood channel that lies to the west of the lake.
For those of you who don't know, last week's storms caused SRP to release water from some dams that block the Salt River to form reservoirs northeast of the Valley, sending water through the usually-dry riverbed and through Tempe Town Lake by New Year's Eve.
The river was still flowing through metropolitan Phoenix yesterday, and by the time I got to the river clouds had again rolled into the Valley. Those clouds were part of a Pacific storm system that has been dropping rain and snow over most of Arizona today, so I'd expect that the river that had lain dormant for almost seven years to flow for at least another couple days.
Anyway, I was one of the many onlookers at the Rio yesterday checking out what the Salt River looks like when it's actually a river, and you can share in my onlooking over at /Photos.
8:33p » I put my pictures from the Fiesta Bowl Block Party online today too! Check 'em out now while they're all on the main page, because after they cycle off, you'll have to look in the December 2004 archive for the before-midnight shots and in the January 2005 archive for the post-midnight pics!
Beyond the Zone moments
Q8essica: "Do you guys know what you want?"
Melanie: "I knew what I wanted all the way through the sermon!"
Tyler
The fork as an insult
Beth's dirty mind
Brandt: "That was all MEVE!"
Brandt's sexist comment... and Melanie's sexist comment
Slapping by proxy
The fact that most of what Brandt and I were talking about was cooking-related and PG-ish and that Melanie and Beth still decided that we should be separated.
Apparently knowing what a pinch and a dash are is the distinguishing mark of female-ness. But really, I didn't so much know already as just figured it out when Melanie asked me. I mean, a pinch is a pinch. There's 50% of the right answer right there!
'Thanks. Here's my number.'
Unfortunately, that number was only one digit: 8.
Brandt: "Just leave here your number."
Me: "Yeah... 'Here's my number. Tip later.'"
After Melanie incorrectly assumes that Tyler does all his cooking in the backyard on the grill:
Me: "You know, women are so sexist. They're like, 'Stay in the backyard!' Well, we can cook in the kitchen if we want to!"
Brandt's show on the Food Network is gonna be so awesome... Fireman helmets, oven mitt|gloves, and everything!
9:39p » Sorry, I forgot the two key ingredients in the TV show conversation:
Brandt's banana-storage techniques
and my banana-reheating strategy.
The Fiesta Bowl Block Party was marvafabulous to the max!
Oh, the Tempe block party was so awesome! Beth and I went over about 5:30ish, took a look at the Salt River actually running through what's usually Town Lake, took in the spectacle of Mill Avenue being a pedestrian walkway (...something that Tempe ought to think about making permanent. Driving on Mill is hell.), and then took a bit of a break by the Third Street stage as Walt Richardson and the Peaceful Warriors were layin' down all the reggae beats.
Then we were visited by [Nice] Jason from church– who, thanks to his working at Subway and need to hit up an ATM, kinda found his way into the block party without needing to have a ticket! After Jason had to leave to catch his bus, Beth and I went up to Tempe Beach Park, picked up some glow stick necklace thingies from Alltel, and headed over to the pep rally at the main stage. There, the marching bands from Utah and Pitt took turns playing songs form their respective repertoires– elicting cheers from their respective cheerleaders and (of course) their fans.
Conveniently, "Let's go Utah" had the same exact rhythm as "Let's go Devils", and to this same rythym Pittsburgh fans offered the retort, "O-ver-rated!" I found that quite amusing because of its G-Ratedness, especially when compared with the alternate cheer ASU fans use with that rhythm. Also, something or other that the Panther fans were cheering fit nicely with "A! S! U!", which Beth and I added to the mix– pitchforks and all!
Well, after all the pep rallying, we stayed for a song or two by Second Shift but then started moseying southward so that I could listen to the voicemail my mom left me. We ended up on Sixth Street, where 104.7 had created "Arizona's largest outdoor dance club". While there, we produced a quick educational film: Going Clubbing 101 that teaches people how to go clubbing when there's no cover charge, no roof, and no doors. It should be a big seller.
After contributing our share to the world's stock of cheesy educational videos, we met up with Mom, Gracie, and The Girls (Yes, that's right. They're that famous now. Capitalization and everything.) and watched the Street Jam peeps do their percussion-y thang right in the intersection of Mill and Rio Salado Parkway!
After a while, we settled into a nice spot by the main stage and most of Shallow Water's set, watched the very cool 10:00 fireworks, and then listened to prerecorded music forever waiting for Smash Mouth to play.
They took to the stage just after 11, and within the first couple minutes the lead singer had dropped his first of many F-bombs of the night. Not realizing that the New Year's show on Channel 12 didn't start until 11:35, I got all excited about how they were gonna get all "FCC'd". But like I said, there were many, so one or two might have made it onto live TV. If anyone was watching and knows if any made it on the air, let me know!
Anyway, the Smash Mouth set was quite awesome, inspiring much celebratory pitchforking (getting all those first down songs from the Sun Bowl today out of my system or something), and during the set Beth joined forces with a cool Australian guy who was visiting the U.S. as part of a 10-day exchange thingy to form the barricade, keeping out all those people who thought they could take a "soul train" all up through our grills to find some imaginary open space closer to the front. This, of course, came after a clarification that helped us avoid a diplomatic nightmare. You see, after the second or third soul train rumbled through our vicinity, my mom turned around to the guy standing next to Beth and said, "You should be the barricade." But what he thought she said was, "You should be American." Now, seeing as how he was indeed not American, this could have caused quite the international kerfuffle. Instead, Beth clarified, and the barricade was born. And they were awesome.
Well, shortly after the little Fiesta Bowl logo dropped at midnight– and let's go off on a tangent here. It's nice that they're bringing back a drop to the block party, but the little sunburst thing was nowhere near as cool as if they had brought back the chip-dip-drop. I say that we should begin a letter-writing campaign or something to tell the event's organizers that next year, we want the chips and dip back! Anyway, around 12:15, Mom, Gracie, and The Girls headed to the exits, but Beth, her barricading partner, and I stayed around for another 15 minutes or so of Smash Mouth fun that included more silly dancing, jumping around (especially when they played a crazy weird cover of– What else?– "Jump Around"!) and general partying. And the funny thing is, even with Beth and me taking the long way back to her apartment (going all the way down Mill to University and then over to Roosevelt and back up to Fifth Street), I still only got home a couple minutes after the early-departing group. Woot woot for giving the traffic some time and for taking Priest! Yeah!
Block party stuff that doesn't fit into sentences
The many time zones of Downtown Tempe
The omniscience of Mix 96.9:
"Come party with Mix 96.9 at... Jimmy's house! The corner of Alma School and Germann, we'll be there!"
The disappearance of Jason
$2 Restrooms, this line only!
Pitt's relative lack of male cheerleaders
"It's as easy as one... Yeah, there's no two and three."
"She saw the lake again?"
Earthlink
My ironic water search
The utter uncoolness and yucky shrillness of Tram Mai's voice writ large
The Arizona verison of counting down:
"13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!"
Maybe Channel 12 and Channel 6 are fighting...
From press release "Smash Mouth to Headline Tempe Tostitos Fiesta Bowl Block Party":
TEMPE, Ariz. – The Tempe Tostitos Fiesta Bowl Block Party will feature the band Smash Mouth as the headliner for entertainment this year.
“Our top goal every year at the Block Party is to provide a safe and entertaining environment for families to spend New Year's Eve,” Fiesta Bowl Chairman Armando Flores said.
From Smash Mouth headlining at Tempe Tostitos Fiesta Bowl Block Party:
"Are you ready? Are you f---ing ready?!"
"Put your f---ing hands together!"
"Put the f---ing drumsticks down!"
"I don't f---ing care; we're partying!"
Extra dance party space!
Yet another episode of No Really, Brian's Not Drunk
Other news from today
Also today, Dad and Kathy (and Zeke and Murray) were in town on their way back from Colorado, so we went to the Shawnee Bark Park, had lunch, and watched ASU beat Purdue... Oh, you didn't hear me? I said, We watched ASU beat Purdue in the Sun Bowl— The Vitalis Sun Bowl to be exact. (And how could we forget, after watching that same exact Vitalis shampoo commercial nine or ten times over the course of the game?)
Anyway, the game was one of those great ASU games where nothing really important happens in the first half (The score at halftime was 3-2, ASU leading.) but the fourth quarter ends in nail-biting suspense. Perfect for ASU fans like me who like to arrive at football games "fashionably late"– like at the very end of the first quarter.
Well, I guess you can tell that I had an awesome day. I hope you did too, and
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
