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Done-gy
Well regardless of what happens to the Bucs in the post-season now, I sure am glad we have a new head coach. To quote the ESPN Sunday night crew, "Holy cow! Are you kidding me?"
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got photoshop?
There.....all better now. Don't you agree? Friends don't let friends go to UT.



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Baby, remember my name
I got this in the mail today for Jana -- could there be a more appropriate shirt? For those of you who don't know / know of Jana, she's known me from back in the day. When I <audible gasp> wore acid wash jeans and everything. We lived across the hall from one another our freshman years at OU.


Speaking of going down memory lane, I found an old song last night that had been long-forgotten. I remember singing this sucker at the top of my lungs often in the fourth grade with Robyn Harlow. So now you can join me.


And in case you missed it in the comments yesterday (because I missed it, too, dammit) -- I was mentioned on yesterday's "Call For Help". That episode re-airs Monday at 9 a.m. EST if you want to check it out. You know you do. Yes, you dooooooo. (Thanks again, Chris!)

UPDATE: I have the audio from the CFH segment saved here.
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You're dirty sweet and you're my girl



Tonight Todd got a lesson in better hygiene from Madeline.
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Na na na na - na na na na - hey hey hey, goodbye!



YES! Ohio State wins, and Miami goes down. 34-game winning streak is snapped, and Bud Wilkinson's Sooner squad's 47-game win streak is just a little bit safer. No sixth ring for the 'Canes just yet. A lot of local victory parties are going to have to be cancelled this weekend, just like when FSU thought they could walk all over us in 2000.

That said, after those controversial "pass interference" calls in the OTs, maybe when we bitch about Big XII officiating in the future, we'll get a little more sympathy?


UPDATE: An interesting article at ESPN.com examines the Glenn Sharpe pass interference call in overtime.


..."I really thought that game was over," says UM secondary coach Mark Stoops [brother of University of Oklahoma coaches Bob Stoops and Mike Stoops]. "Just like everybody else. And there's not another official in the history of the game that would make that call."

In the last two years, the Big 12 has issued at least two known letters of apology after games where Porter has made controversial calls.

Sharpe said he didn't think he interfered. He was only being aggressive. Just like Stoops instructed him to do. "We were blitzing," Stoops explained. "I didn't want them to catch a little slant or a little hitch. I told 'em to get in the receiver's face because there's not an official that's gonna make that call...

Do you think Miami should have been called on pass-interference?



Not that I'm complaining of the outcome, because quite honestly it benefits my Sooners for seasons to come. But I've seen the replay a million times on television now and I just don't see it. The game of football is physical, and I quote Mark Stoops: "If you're gonna let us play, well, let us play."
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And you hip hop, and you don't stop
Can I just ask those of you with Blogsnob ads a quick favor? Put freakin'   s p a c e s   in the text. 45-character long ads, with no spaces and no real words (for the simple sake of making your ad longer horizontally than anyone else's) will throw off my sidebars and designs -- and it also pretty much guarantees that I will never, ever visit your sites. That is all.
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Come 'n' get it!

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The fastest blog in all of Meh-hi-co   *hic*
Just a quick update (if you missed it) that I've donated two prizes to this year's Bloggies awards in the category I was Crushered by Wesley in last year -- "best new weblog". Since I can't hand them out in person at the SxSW awards ceremony, Christine has offered to hand the following items out for me -- new copies of "How to Win Friends and Influence People", and for the not so weak of heart, "How to Win Friends, Kick Ass, and Influence People".


Now I just need to figure out if the fact I:
  1. live only a few hundred miles from Cuba
  2. adore Eduardo Najera
  3. really miss Speedy Gonzales
  4. frequent Ybor City
    -and-
  5. love nachos and margaritas
is enough to qualify me for "best Latin American weblog" this year. Andalé, andalé!
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Roll out the red carpet
Spotted over at Bill's place...it's that time again! The 2003 Bloggies are taking nominations now. I'm thinking maybe I should shoot for "best Latin America blog" this time so I won't have to lose to Wil again? Heh. No seriously... Go. And nominate Movable Type for "best web application for weblogs" and Blogrolling for "best weblog directory or update monitor"!
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If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose
The best friends I've ever had in my life will tell me that I'm wrong. Often. Or being inconsiderate. Or being stupid. Or being outspoken. Or being an ass. Or wallowing in my own self-pity -- or banging my head against an uncrackable wall -- just a little too long. They've heard me laugh. Let me scream. And passed the tissues when I've cried. They note my faults and discuss them with me one-on-one, rather than putting them up on a message board or another blog for all to point and gawk at. They realize because I'm human, I can be just as hurt by labels and insults whether given face to face or behind the security of a monitor. I've never claimed that I'm perfect. But I do strive to be the same type of friend I want in return. And I can't tell you how thankful I am for my blog -- because all of the bullshit aside -- it's allowed me to meet these three women in person and call them a "a real friend".


Thank you.

For all that you have been,
when I couldn't be myself.
For the listening ears
When I could not speak.
For the time you donated,
When I was running out of it.

For the laughters you brought,
When there were tears in me.
For the courage you suggested,
When all I had was fear.
For the smile that you offered
When sadness invaded me.

For the goodness you showed,
When I saw only the worst.
For the comfort you gave,
When I was losing confidence.
For being a FRIEND,
When I wanted support.

For the prayers you've recited,
When I only see myself mourning.
When for being there,
When I couldn't find myself.
For everything,
When I have got nothing.

For simply being...my friend.
-Author Unknown


Starting a new year with great friends makes it worth getting up every day -- even when those days include the flu.
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The grapes of wrath make bitter whines
34-14 you pompous son of a bitch. For the record, most of the jokes you cracked come out of the likes of Stillwater grads and residents -- not the ones from Norman. But I guess easier to assume that all Washingtonians wear flannel, are strung out on heroin, listen to Pearl Jam and sip on Starbucks -- now isn't it? Once again I ask, with feeling -- "got seven"? Didn't. Think. So.


Inviting Oklahoma is OK after all
2003-01-01
By John Blanchette
Spokane (Wash.) Spokesman-Review

All right, I've reconsidered.

Sure, at first I hated what the BCS did to the Rose Bowl. I hated that the Big Ten/ Pac-10 marriage had been annulled, that the University of Oklahoma would be Washington State's opponent instead of Iowa or Ohio State. I hated that all the starchy tradition of the Rose Bowl had been sullied by inviting the Joad family to Pasadena.

Upon further review, never mind.

OK is OK by me.

I didn't come around until the other day when I discovered that the great state of Oklahoma -- the bustling city of Wilson, OK, to be precise -- is the proud home of the Chuck Norris Museum.

The Chuck . . . Norris . . . Museum.

So it's not the Louvre or the Smithsonian. You try to capture the culture that is out there to be captured, and in Oklahoma, apparently, it's the culture of Chuck, one of our most beloved and accomplished Hollywood thespians. Once upon a time, his brother, director Aaron Norris, paid tribute to Chuck by saying, "You never have to worry about him overacting."

Unlike, say, a privet hedge.

Of course, Chuck Norris and his museum ("and over here is rare footage of Chuck parting his lips to speak") doesn't have anything to do with the Rose Bowl, except as a way to bash Oklahoma.

And that's what was wrong with the old traditional Rose Bowl. Before, the local favorite -- be it WSU or Washington -- would get matched against a team of stolid sons of the Midwest. They were pretty much impervious to insult. Oh, you might be able to poke fun at Bo Schembechler's Rose Bowl record at Michigan, or make a crack about the game being the biggest event for Iowans next to the squash judging at the state fair.

But it was hard to put your soul into it. You don't just rip on the heart of America.

This year is different. This year, it's Oklahoma in the Rose Bowl, and for some reason, Oklahoma virtually begs you to make fun of it. Fans of rival schools in the Big 12 have been doing it for years.

Q: What do they call duct tape in Oklahoma?

A: Chrome!

See? It's easy. You try it.

Look, I'm not suggesting we're all that much superior up here in Washington. We have our foibles, our flaws, our unsightly flat spaces. But we just don't wear that "Kick Me" sign quite as comfortably as Oklahoma does.

And some of it's a bad rap, I'm sure. Take the land. Those of us who had to read "The Grapes of Wrath" in Mr. Whalen's English class and then watch Henry Fonda in the movie will never get those dismal Dust Bowl images out of our heads, but Oklahoma has some spectacular scenery, or so I'm told. Like the Arbuckle Mountains.

Well, they're called mountains in Oklahoma. You know them as curbs.

Think I'm kidding? The highest point in Oklahoma isn't even a mountain. It's a mesa. It comes up to Rainier's kneecaps.

Besides that, it's in New Mexico.

Not that Oklahomans can do anything about the topography. You play the land you're dealt.

But they can pick their leaders, and for the past eight years they've picked as their governor, Frank Keating, whose favorite food is foot. When ex- Seahawks pass catcher Steve Largent abandoned his Tulsa- district Congressional seat to run for the office Keating must give up next year, the governor's wife, Cathy, entered the runoff -- and lost magnificently.

"My hometown, to do this, was very dumb," Keating complained after the election.

This is the same man who once greeted Charlton McIlwain at a Chamber of Commerce forum by saying, "Are you here to serve us?"

McIlwain was the only black man in the room.

Possibly this would be a good time for Gary Locke to press his bets.

Ah, but that's politics, and I got scolded the other day for soiling the sports page with politics.

What about sports?

Well, sure, the Sooners are plenty good at most every game they try, though they had to steal away WSU's coach, Kelvin Sampson, to get good at basketball again. A couple years ago, Bob Stoops steered them to a national championship in football -- the first since Barry Switzer was playing warden in Norman.

And you can't talk Sooners without talking Barrah.

Barrah won three national titles in his day, which is why he was once moved to proclaim, "Other people and teams across the country dream about winning. We invented it."

Of course, the Sooners also invented probation, Brian Bosworth, steroid rage, college cocaine rings, and arming players with Uzis. Eventually, they invented appearing on the cover of Sports Illustrated in an orange prison jumpsuit and handcuffs.

If you're scoring at home.

Barrah continued his stellar record of building good citizens with the Dallas Cowboys and OU eventually regained its sanity -- which reminds me: Why is it the University of Oklahoma, but also OU?

Back in Barrah's day, they called it IOU.

I've left out a lot of stuff here. The airport in Oklahoma City is, of course, named after Will Rogers, Oklahoma's No. 1 native son. That he died in a plane crash apparently didn't register on the local irony meter.

Oklahoma gave us the parking meter and the McDonald's drive-thru window. There's an oil well on the grounds of the state capitol.

Beaver, Okla., is the Cow Chip Throwing Capital of the World. It gave us Pretty Boy Floyd and Belle Starr. Yes, yes, it gave us plenty of dignitaries and heroes, too -- Walter Cronkite, Mickey Mantle, Geronimo, Woody Guthrie.

But it also gave us Hanson. Hanson.

And now it threatens to turn the Rose Bowl into the Dust Bowl.

Well, fine by me. It's just too bad the game isn't in Norman instead of Pasadena.

I can't believe I'm going to miss the Chuck Norris Museum.


(Thanks to Robbie for passing this along, originally published in the Daily Oklahoman.)
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That's the ticket
Something very cool that I just discovered at "Dayzed And Confuzed" -- Ticketstubs.

Ticket stubs are everywhere, one of the many receipts in our daily lives - but we all save some from time to time. The Ticketstub project is a place where you can upload scanned images of your saved stubs, and tell a story about that night, that concert, that movie, what happened on that date; basically, ask youself why you saved the stub as a reminder.
I really need to submit a story for these (photos here) and these. Todd wrote up an excellent =w=eezer recap, but it's passworded now.
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G'day and welcome to day 12
On the twelvth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...the flu he had at the holidays, eleven Halls with vapor action, ten Puffs with Lotion, nine shots of NyQuil, eight Cold-Eeze lozenges, seven Vitamin C drops, a six pack of Smirnoffs, five...nasal spray...squirts, four Advil liquicaps, three cherry Ludens, two Flinstones vitamins, and a backload...of Sekimori...work...
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I'll be alone - dancing - you know it, baby
Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms - and the most convenient definitions.

You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...

...but what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club
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This time will be the last time...
While trying to catch up on all of my New Year's greetings, I've noticed an abundance of New Year's resolutions being listed in various blogs. I don't do well with the concept of annual resolutions. So I live by the rule if I don't make 'em, I don't break 'em. That's not to say that I don't set mini and large-scale goals for myself every year. But I do it on a much smaller time-scale, in a realistic sense I know I can achieve. I've always been that way.


How about you... Are you making resolutions this year?


If you answered yes, do you expect to keep all of them?


Last but not least, will you still be writing 2002 on your checks in February like me?



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The world has turned and left me here
I have a couple of site changes to note. Last year my categories were a mess, so I never bothered making a listing of them. This year, however, I'm vowing to do better from the start. So you can find the 2003 entries by category in the sidebar. It's a bit empty right now, but give me time. I've also switched the OU stats section from football to basketball. left 'til kickoff 2003. Ouch.

And a couple of sites have taken advantage of my "red tag sale" from last week -- Unix Gal and Neurotic Fishbowl. If anyone else decides to use the images, just give me a yell and I'll link you as well! (Christine just tipped me off that she's using a version of it, too! And now so is Susan.)

UPDATE: I also won an award for the site tonight -- completely unexpected. It's thefiveaward from thehayden.org -- the criteria are functionality, design, content, originality, & professionalism. So thanks to Hayden A. James!
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The grandaddy of 'em all wears crimson 'n' cream

OU wins the 2003 Rose Bowl!

How many times did the Sooners have to hear, "You don't deserve to be here." Or, "But you're not a Pac 10 or Big 10 team..." Everything from piss and vinegar out of the likes of Keith Jackson, to smug superiority from coaches, players and reporters. Like the Big XII just isn't good enough to take the field with the other conferences. Very reminiscent of the press coverage before the 2000 title game with FSU. Hell, the Washington State coaching staff even tried to block our Schooner mascot from making the trip to Pasadena.

Well guess what? Not only did the Sooners prove they deserved to be in the Rose Bowl today, they did it with an exclamation point. Do you think OU's players and coaching staff took it personally? Hell yeah they did. Final score? OU - 34. Washington State - 14. OU's first-ever Rose Bowl trophy (from our first-ever Rose Bowl appearance) will be making its trip home to the Switzer Center in Norman, Oklahoma.

Is our 2002-03 football season really over? Congrats to the 2002-03 Sooner squad, all of the exiting seniors, and Rose Bowl MVP Nate Hybl. It's time to fire up the basketball calendar. March Madness will be here before ya' know it!

P.S. Hey Keith Jackson... Got seven?
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Tiny bubbles
"Well I learned something today... It's very hard to take clear photos after 3½ bottles of champagne..."

A few photos are up of our New Year's celebration last night... Once again, happy New Year!
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And maybe the time is right

All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
And I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
Newspapers say, it says it's true
And we can break through
though torn in two we can be one

I will begin again
I will begin again.....
-U2

Well our guests just took off after a fabulous evening of food, movies, games and fun. We're on our way to bed -- ready to wake up to a brand new year. Again, our best wishes go out to everyone. We hope you had a very happy (and safe) New Year's Eve celebration. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and left greetings! Now let's get ready for a day of football! See ya' on the flip-side.
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We'll take a cup o' kindness yet




Best wishes to everyone for a happy, healthy and prosperous 2003!
Love,
Robyn and Todd

P.S. All 2002 entries are now in their own MT blog (but no paths to old individual entries have changed). It's a fresh start -- in new directories -- for 2003! If you want to read or comment on 2002 entries, there will be a link to their archives at the top of the main page, and you can always search for them from the sidebar or the advanced search page.
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It was a dark and stormy night

rain rain go away


Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

For auld syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne...


Harry: I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Sally: You see, that is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you, Harry... I really hate you. I hate you...

Harry: What does this song mean? For my whole life I don't know what this song means. I mean, "Should old acquaintance be forgot". Does that mean we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happen to forget them we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them?

Sally: Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them or something. Anyway, it's about old friends...


Stacy and Dan arrive in a couple of hours for our New Year's festivities. Looks like it's going to be a wet and messy one in the not-so-sunshine state. Everyone be careful out there tonight. Give your keys to someone you can trust. Give a kiss at midnight to the one you love the most. And best wishes for a very Happy New Year ahead! (2002 entries are now here.)
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