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Open wound, insert salt
I do one of these a year...and I don't remember one ever being so sweet. I give to you the "Mack Brown Excuse-o-Meter"!
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Six and oh, oh, oh - you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

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The definition of life

NOUN: Sooner. The Oklahoma Territory opened with the Land Run of 1889. Settlers from across the country, seeking free land, made their way to the Plains to stake their claim to a new life. One of the few rules to claiming a parcel of land was that all participants were to start at the same time, on the boom of a cannon. All settlers who started then were labeled as Boomers and those who went too soon were called Sooners.
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Boomer Sooner - go OU!

[Todd and Robyn have a special message for the whorns]

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray tomorrow the longhorns will weep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord will still beat the hell outta texas.

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Sweet mother of chili and cheese

We're heading out of town this evening for an Oklahoma-style meal. Ya'll behave! And have a great weekend... BOOOOOOOOOOMER!
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It has to be Friday
October 11, 2002 -- Police in Morrisville, Pa. have seen a lot of weird things on the job, but nothing prepared them for the guy who limped into the station house - with a nail and a firecracker in his penis. The unidentified man from nearby Trenton, N.J., told the stunned cops he had inserted the objects himself, but refused to say why. He asked them to take him to the hospital. The bizarre incident quickly sparked ribald humor among officers.

"He probably wanted to go off with a bang," one quipped.


And remember "The Fightin' Whites"? Well now they have their own beer -- Fighting White Wheat Beer! (Links thanks to FARK.com.)
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Just e-mailed to Todd
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Shook me all night long
Here's another brilliant invention -- Caffeine Lipstick from Hard Candy. "Addicted to your daily coffee fix? With Caffeine Lipstick you get creamy, moisturizing color with a boost of caffeine every time you lick your lips. It even smells like your morning wake-up. So you can have beautiful lips and a caffeine buzz, without adding the sugar and cream."

And even better, this site has a coupon code for free shipping on $25 orders with Sephora. I just used it with an eGift and it works!

Get a side of soap to go, and you don't need no stinkin' sleep...
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What a long, strange trip it's been
This week has just been, well, odd. On Sunday night I was near-completion on a big project and was rarin' to go. Todd loved it, and he honestly doesn't say that often since most of the sites I design are for "conservative" blogs these days. But on Monday when I sent along a first-draft, half of the team loved it -- and the other half, well their comments would have made me cry on a PMS-day. Thankfully it came in at just the right time, and I pretty much laughed it off. But then after seeing someone so unhappy with a part of my "soul", well my heart just wasn't in it anymore. I couldn't get excited about finishing that particular design and every time I'd open Photoshop I'd just sit there giving it a blank stare, with my mind anywhere but.

I think part of it is Red River Rivalitis. OU doesn't really enforce an attendance policy this week. No one's mind is on anything but the game. Todd's feeling it, too, and I've seen it mentioned several times on message boards now. It's kind of like waiting for Santa to come -- only this time he drives a schooner. I don't think any OU fan will sleep well Friday night.

I've went back to the drawing board on the above-mentioned site's design. I'm doing my best to start over and make sure everyone is happy -- I just feel too dead thinking about the old one. I need fresh blood to paint with. And an OU win. That wouldn't hurt either, Santa baby... A happy Robyn is a productive Robyn.
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And this concludes our broadcast

Well ladies and gents, "hell week" is coming to a close. All the jokes and taunts in fun are being put away 'til next year. I want to wish JE and the rest of the 'whorn crowd out there a good game. It's going to be a dogfight, and nothing is going to be handed to either team. Unless you've attended either school, it's impossible to understand the scope and magnitude of this rivalry and how it just gets in your blood. There's a reason ESPN Classic says, "For the last 72 [now 73] years, the OU-texas game in Dallas has been part Mardi Gras and part Super Bowl.....With apologies to Army-Navy, Alabama-Auburn, Ohio State-Michigan, Florida-Georgia, Florida State-Miami, USC-UCLA and USC-Notre Dame, the season's most compelling game and the game's greatest rivalry, still belongs to Dallas."

I want to wish everyone who's making the pilgrimage to the Cotton Bowl a safe trip to and from, be it from Norman or Austin. I'm praying the players from both sides will leave the field without serious injury. And I hope that for just one more year, we can beat the helloutta texas. If so, I'm buying the first round of shots. And if not, we'll I'm still buyin' them. After all, that's what the Red River Rivalry is all about. Boomer Sooner!
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'Cause I'm the wanderer - yeah, the wanderer
Kristine has a great tip up if you haven't discovered it already... It's possible to ping Wander-Lust now if you're running the new MT 2.5. For more information, and a great mini-tutorial, check out her site!
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You can't see the forest for the trees
Dawn inspired me to grab my camera and head outside again today. I have ten new photos up at Shutterblog.

And somewhat related, this showed up a day early. Wahoo!
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Merchandise - we got'cher merchandise!
For everyone that keeps hitting my blog looking for "beat texas" baseball caps, hats and visors -- check eBay. You can get great ones like these over there. I don't have anything myself. Sorry.
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Let's get it on...
I've had this "I'm gonna hurl" feeling since Saturday night. As much as it sucks, that's a good thing. I have a very good track record when going into big games with that feeling beforehand. To date, this is the longest it's ever lasted. *knock on wood*

My husband has his pregame superstitions and rituals, too. For a man that didn't even watch football when we got married, he's turned into -- I dare say -- a bigger fan of the game than I am. He has his Steve Owens action figure with matching mini-Heisman trophy. They never leave the top right corner of the TV, other than for Todd to rub them for good luck. The OU flag goes up the instant we wake up on game day and not a second later. Claire has an OU collar that gives her "super powers" on gameday. Todd even stole the napkin (shhh! don't tell!) from Selmon's last Saturday that he had a death grip on and beat the table with every time OU made a big play. It's going back with him for the texass game.

The rest of my gameday superstitions are a little more tame. I have a pair of OU athletic shorts that I have to put on before the TV is turned on to ESPN's College GameDay. I always have to sleep in an OU t-shirt the night before a game. I have a certain pair of crimson and cream underwear (bra and panties) that I've worn for every gameday since the beginning of the 2000 season. Their track record is 29-2 to date. I also have a "lucky toenail polish" -- Ribbon Red by Chanel, and OU sneakers.

So what are your gameday rituals and superstitions? I know we're not alone!

And here are a few more notes and jokes from "hate week 2002"...

Q: Why does Chris Simms eat soup off a plate?
A: Because he chokes in a bowl.

"There was a time when we never got Oklahoma on TV on the East Coast," said former Sooners great Joe Washington, now a financial advisor in Lutherville, Md. "Now I can plop down anywhere and watch them. And I'll be there Saturday, in front of the TV in headgear, shoulder pads and silver shoes."

Brown, in his 19th season as a head coach, has never led a team to a conference title much less a national one. He didn't do it at Appalachian State or Tulane or North Carolina, and he hasn't done it yet at Texas....Doing so has been almost as elusive to Brown as pinning down exactly what makes a game big. He even spoke with Florida State coach Bobby Bowden about it once. "He said the only big ones are the ones you lose," Brown said. "So when I go back and see we beat Colorado at home last year and it wasn't a big one, but then we lose to them in the (Big 12) championship and it was, I get confused."

Ya' don't say, Mack?
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C'mon baby make it hurt so good
Tell me this doesn't read like a bad Harlequin Romance Novel... "Lying on a sterile, padded table, Traci held her legs above her head while Olga spread warm wax across her skin with a large popsicle stick-like applicator." But it's not.

It's an article touting the benefits of a Brazilian wax. Now I'm no stranger to pain and having my down-low bared to the world. During two years of infertility tests and surgeries I've just about been through it all. So go ahead and call me a wuss if you want, but no one, and I do mean no one is "going down there to do that". That's not to say I don't have good grooming habits. Maybe it was because I was raised Southern Baptist. I don't know... But I do agree 100% with the person in the article that said, "I’m not comfortable having a stranger’s face in my crotch for non-medical reasons."

Read all this and more at "Defluffing the muff: the low down on the trend down below" (from FARK.com)

P.S. "Pube dyeing parties"?!? Seriously? Oh thank god the majority of my friends were male in school.
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It's minty fresh
Don't know how I've managed to miss this one 'til now: "Blogmints displays the highest commented post for each weblog appearing in the last hour on weblogs.com. It does this by crawling the blogs looking for common comment URLs or comment indicating tokens."
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Because it's not Friday yet, and because I can...

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I can't drive...55
Sometimes technology amazes me. Sometimes it scares me. This, quite frankly...scares me.

"France is preparing to test satellite technology that will automatically slow speeding cars by overriding driver control. Drivers breaking the speed limit will find the accelerator pedal becomes inoperable because the fuel injection will be regulated by an on-board computer, which itself will be connected to a global positioning system. The drivers will either see a warning message flash, or discover the automatic cut-off has taken hold, slowing them down to the legal velocity." (See full article at ABC News Online.)
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Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Dawn always manages to take absolutely perfect photos. At times I don't feel like I even deserve to hold a camera after looking through her recent image collections. Like these two. Who isn't ready to dive into fall after viewing them? Unfortunately with our temps still in the 90s, fall-scented candles and blaring the AC will have to do for now.
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You treat me like I'm a princess
I rarely take online tests, but when I found the "Which Disney Princess are you?" quiz at Kristine's, I couldn't resist. I'm always accused of being Cinderella -- and lookee there. I really am!

I am Cinderella!

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Hello dad...I'm in jail!
Just remember when those minor wedding disasters creep up, your groom could always be pepper-sprayed and tossed in jail on your wedding night, following a wild melee at your wedding reception. I wonder if the flowers went with prison orange?
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I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear Mama
Normally I try to have only one football related post per weekday, but this is too freaking hysterical to keep to myself.


I'm a quarterback, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I play all day.

He's a quarterback, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he plays all day.

I take the snap. I take three steps.
I like to throw the ball.
But bein’ under center
Is my favorite part of all.

He takes the snap. He takes three steps.
He likes to throw the ball.
But bein’ under center,
Is his favorite part of all.

He's a quarterback, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he plays all day.

I take the snap. I take three steps.
I like to catch a glance.
Of my Burly linemen
In their tight white pants.

He takes the snap. He takes three steps.
He likes to catch a glance.
Of his Burly linemen
In our tight white pants?!

He's a quarterback, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he plays all day.

I take the snap. I wear no jock,
It makes me feel so free.
I like to be commando,
When the other team sacks me.

He takes the snap. He wears no jock,
He likes to feel so free?!


What's this? Wants to be sacked?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Oh well.

He's a quarterback, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he plays all day.

He's a quarterback, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he plays all day.

So even if the Sooners somehow can't rack up another a "W" on Saturday, I'll always have the laughter and the tears of this song... Beautiful.
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It's only FARKing Wednesday
All the news that's unfit to print...most thanks to FARK.com.

  1. Something about SpongeBob SquarePants whispers 'gay' to many men.
  2. You can't be named God in Florida. You can be named "I am who I am", however.
  3. I swear my husband had nothing to do with this. I know nothing.
  4. There aren't enough earplugs. 937 yodellers set a new world record for "largest simultaneous yodel" by holding their melody for a full minute.
  5. Yet another reason to eat meat -- Tammy Faye Bakker Messner becomes a new PETA cover girl.
And last but not least, if I have to look at this -- so do you!
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Live on University!
People not used to life that is football in the Big XII can't possibly understand why other teams hate the longhorns so. "Hate week" may seem silly to you. The fact I will most likely vomit if the Sooners walk out of the Cotton Bowl with a loss may seem pathetic and sad. It may be hard to understand why a team that literally lives and dies to beat texas -- and only texas -- has such passion about a team that gives it, but can't take it. An opponent that can only reply after a loss with, "Well our real rival is A&M anyway," but will pelt you with full beer cans saying things that make ME blush if they beat you. Fortunately I don't have to describe the hatred this year that's welled up inside of the Sooner nation. A columnist from Austin did it for me in a two-part series following Oklahoma's Cotton Bowl victory last year. (Part 1, Part 2, found at OU Insider)

So if you want to see why our feathers are ruffled that once again Vegas gave texas the spread by 3, or that Corso will put on a Bevo hat Saturday morning, or that just about every sports announcer around is hanging their hat on the 'whorns and saying "hook 'em" this week -- well the following is why. Nevermind that Simms is 0-4 against top 10 teams. That he hasn't thrown a single touchdown against a top 10 opponent in his career, unless you count the touchdowns he's thrown to the other team. (And over 10 other picks as well.) Screw it, by god. The 'whorns are always unstoppable. And the Sooners don't deserve to take the field with them. We should roll over and accept defeat gracefully. Until we win. Again.
Not once, in a most telling observation, not in any column, on any talk show, in any letter to the editor ... not anywhere was there a positive comment about the team that beat Texas, the defending National Champions, the team they call the Oklahoma Sooners. No admiration about the creative defensive effort it took to shut down an explosive Texas offense. Just talk about how bad Texas was. No kudos to Bob Stoops, just curses for the idiots who call themselves Texas coaches. No accolades to a gutsy performance for OU's White, only venom and vitriol for Simms ...

... In an acorn, this arrogance, this "Nobody can beat Texas. Texas only plays bad," is why UT is disliked nationally and why Texas is, indeed, the team everybody wants to beat. Not, please be clear, because Texas is that good, but because of the obnoxious (and wildly unjustified) hubris of Longhorn Fan. Sullen and finger-pointing in defeat, never giving credit to the opposition. Pompous, smug, often violent in victory. Not a flattering combination ...

... Since 1970 (as Richard Nixon was starting his second year as president), Nebraska has won five National Championships. Alabama, Oklahoma, and Miami have four apiece. USC and Notre Dame have three. Penn State and Florida State have two. Since the all-white team of '70 -- that's 31 years! -- Texas has won none. This great tradition of Texas football is nonexistent ...

... The media does its part each year to make certain the university is hyped nationally ... generally beyond reality. Longhorn Fan, fed this pabulum year-in-year-out, believes it's the school's (and his own) birthright to be in the Top 10, though its last Top 10 finish was in long-ago 1984. Efficient, unending hype from within Texas is quite effective nationally. Since Royal's last season, UT has been a preseason Top 10 pick nine times, a Top 25, 17. Yet in that time they've only delivered three Top 10 finishes and 11 Top 25 finishes. This, keep in mind, playing almost entirely in the toothless SWC, where eight wins were on the board before September 1 ...

... Longhorn Fan doesn't think anybody, anywhere else in America plays football. Not in Florida. Not in California. Oklahoma, with its four titles -- come on, man, you gotta be kidding me. Oklahoma!? Longhorn Fan believes, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, that football is only played here. Ergo, when Texas gets beat, it's not because the other team's better. It's because UT's game plan was bad.

And from "Comparing OU and UT": Perhaps there is some insight in the school colors of the two universities. OU's colors are crimson and cream, and UT's color is burnt orange. Crimson and cream are the colors of blood and guts, of bone and marrow -- they represent commitment and a depth of conviction. This is in keeping with the attitudes expressed by OU's head coach Bob Stoops: no nonsense, no excuses, win by better preparation and more heart. Burnt orange is the color of the setting sun as seen through a thick haze -- they represent a time when the once bright sun has subsided over the horizon, a time when even the sun is reduced to modest heat and brightness. This is in keeping with the squandered talent and the attitudes expressed by UT's head coach Mack Brown: UT doesn't really lose games, they just "run out of time" like the last few minutes of daylight at sunset.
So there you have it. Better than my own anger and hatred would have let me type it... We may lose on Saturday, but in my heart I will always know we are the better team. Tradition -- real tradition -- speaks volumes.

Hype always has it's cover blown in the end.

Boomer Sooner!
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Now with scrubbing bubbles!
As much as I hate to admit it, I'm getting old. I couldn't wait for my husband to get home tonight so we could go buy a new dishwasher. We could've taken a long-overdue vacation with the money we'd saved (since we already have two unused plane tickets). But we didn't. We were responsible and saved for a GE Triton. And I'm happy. That just seems so "wrong" coming from me.

That was the last of the major appliances (other than the hot water heater) left from the original owners. Everything else we've replaced since moving in last summer. The (8-year old) dishwasher that came with the house was so gross. We had to completely wash the dishes by hand before putting them inside. And then at least 1/3 of them would still have film and ick on them when they were done so we'd have to wash them by hand all over again. And it started breaking our drinking glasses recently as well. We basically used the thing for the heat-dry-sanitize alone -- it seemed like "what's the point?" No more though. This baby gets delivered Friday!
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Avoid the rush - hate texas now
Ok, this one (the spin-off of a FARK classic) darn near caused a spew -- you have been warned! BOOOOOOOMER...
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Happy birthday to Movable Type!
Movable Type turns one year old today -- and along with it, a brand spankin' new edition 2.5. New toy alert!
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Cops come and try to snatch my crops
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im the police this is only a warning you freaky women where contacting the police now

I should point out the entry linked was posted on 5/15, and they're just now getting around to commenting on it today. I'm scared. No really, I am. *snicker*
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So not work safe...
All the money these ladies make, and no one ever taught them to use body glue or double-sided tape. Sheesh. ("Celebrity Oops!" link from, where else, FARK.com.)
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And baby, talk dirty to me
"When aging rockstars go sad"...on today's FARK... Apparently when Poison drummer Rikki Rockett gets bored on tour, he paints the toilet lids in his hotel room. He has a gallery of his creations up at his "official website". From azcentral.com:
Why does he do it? Rockett writes on his Web site, "I like hotels." He considers the art to be his contribution to society. He chooses toilet seats because they're "cheap, shaped very well and we all can relate to them."
Well ok then... Can you imagine the poor maid's heart attack?
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For discriminating tastes
One of my recent projects just went live -- and they made the Daypop Top 40 in the process. Go say "hi" to John and Jessie over at Discriminations!

Sekimori Design. Proudly rescuing Blogger users since 2001.
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
Here's a recycled entry from last fall that will come in handy once again... The [new October 2001] InStyle Magazine has a cool "tools for ghouls" section. Some of the spooky, scary, downright creepy links the article included are:

1)  Printable pumpkin carving patterns
2)  Artificial pumpkins you can carve or have custom-carved
3)  Professional and kid-safe make-up, prosthetics, and hair dyes
4)  Haunted attraction database by state
5)  Party planning - yucky recipes, spooky games, and ghost stories
6)  Links sites offering decorating, entertaining, and shopping tips
7)  Over 6000 vintage costumes & clothing patterns from 1940s-80s
8)  Candy store with nostalgic classics and gourmet items
9)  More than 50,000 hair-to-go-styles
10) Costumes, props, and accessories
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Hate week -- it's not just for breakfast anymore

You might be a longhorn if......
  1. The Halloween pumpkin on your porch has more teeth than your spouse.
  2. You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids.
  3. You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws.
  4. You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night.
  5. Jack Daniels makes your list of "most admired people".
  6. You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean.
  7. Anyone in your family ever died right after saying, "Hey watch this."
  8. You think Dom Pérignon is a Mafia leader.
  9. Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan.
  10. Your junior prom had a daycare.
  11. You think the last words of the Star Spangled Banner are, "Gentlemen start your engines."
  12. You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off its wheels.
  13. The bluebook value of your truck goes up and down, depending on how much gas is in it.
  14. You have to go outside to get something from the fridge.
  15. One of your kids was born on a pool table.
  16. You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.
  17. You can't get married to your sweetheart because there's a law against it.
  18. You think loading a dishwasher means getting your wife drunk.
  19. Your toilet paper has page numbers on it.
  20. Your front porch collapses and kills more than five dogs.

Kevin also has a really good Big XII weekend wrap-up on his site.
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Quick. Grab the tequila. It's time for the "Bush drinking game"!
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Here's a quarter - call someone who cares
This is pretty neat. Alabama has unveiled their new state quarter, and it will be the first U.S. coin in circulation to include Braille. The design features an image of Alabama native Helen Keller. It's still not as cool as Louisiana's quarter though. (Link from Yahoo! News.)
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Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
Someone left a comment in the old "break-up songs" entry today that I have to agree with. And I also think I might need therapy for it. Have you heard Puddle of Mudd's song "She (Fucking) Hates Me"? We did for the first time this weekend on the local station that claims to be the 'new rock alternative'. When it first came on Friday night, we had the volume down low and it was the tail-end of the song. I turned to Todd and asked, "Is that the new Nirvana song that Courtney was being a bitch about releasing?" We just didn't hear enough to tell. But after the movie was over on the drive home, it came on again, so we blared it. Through the entire song we kept saying, "Is it?" And, "Nah...couldn't be." Then, "Well maybe..." So I got home and looked it up -- and it's Puddle of Mudd. Puddle of (Fucking) Mudd. I was stunned.

So then, I had to admit the worst thing possible thing to my snotty music self -- I actually <gasp> liked a Puddle of Mudd song. We spent a few moments consoling each other. Convinced ourselves that we were just so desperate for "good" music again that we were willing to grasp at straws and pretend anyone was Nirvana just to cope with what's on the radio these days. But did that stop me from hopping on Limewire and downloading the song? Hell no. We're gonna have a problem here...
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A moment of silence
This is me...weeping openly... Twenty tons of stolen chocolate found, and destroyed, for being 18 months past its expiration date. I think we should all eat Reese's Peanut Butter Cups today in its honor. I think it would have wanted it that way. And in other news -- porn star awarded half a mil for being "rear-ended".
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I scream, you scream, we all scream...one more time...
So you may have noticed that little countdown at the top of my page. Nineteen days left. Who's in? Mikey?
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If your mascot's sedated and you know it clap your hands
Vegas now has the 'whorns by 3. Now all we need is for him to put on a Bevo hat during GameDay and we're golden!
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Getting Sappy - the deep dish
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! I may feel like absolute hell today, but both my teams won this weekend...so it's all good...

Unfortunately this wasn't all good. Hated the crust (it reminded me of Bisquick). Hated the chunky marinara topping. This household is split 50/50. He devoured the pizza. I snuck off w/ the cheesesticks.
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Sanitized for your protection
Another great link from the Scripty Goddesses -- the "MT Sanitize Plug-In". The plug-in lets you list the acceptable HTML that you want to allow in your Movable Type comments, and then it filters out the rest. Or for a similar alternative, try the "MTCleanHTMLPlugin".
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I've been working on the railroad
It's a good thing I have chronic low blood pressure, or I think I'd end up with an aneurysm watching the Sooners play this season. Granted we gave up a few stupid penalties and the defense gave up mind-boggling big-yardage plays to a helluva freshman QB -- but the refs didn't help tonight either. There were several offsides penalties not called on Missouri, and a final-moments bad call on a Tigers fumble that could have resulted in a game-breaker. Mizzou fumbled, then recovered, in the red zone. The replay clearly showed that the fumble occurred one and a half yards shy of the first down marker -- but the officials gave the Tigers the first down spot anyway. Thankfully the OU defense held for the next four plays, and Mizzou turned it over on downs so we could take the knee and get the hell out of Dodge with a 31-24 final score.

However, all that said, I have to give the "balls of steel" award to Stoops and crew for trying -- and getting -- a touchdown on a field goal fake when the Sooners were down by one midway through the fourth quarter. And then immediately after going for -- and also getting -- the two-point conversion to put us up by seven. I felt like Hollywood to Maverick. ("Gutsiest move I ever saw, man.")

And now the week I simultaneously live for and dread -- a.k.a. hate week -- begins. The week before OU/tx. Records and ranking mean nothing. They're all out the window. It's only for the blood and the Red River bragging rights. Nevermind that we've had a few lackluster wins under our belt this season. Nevermind that texass almost lost to OS-Who at home today, save a botched two-point conversion. Now it's personal, and these teams and their fans have no love lost. You won't see me talking a lot of trash this week. You won't see me making predictions. Don't even try. You will be wasting your time. It has to be decided on the field. If you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna go hurl now...


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