Syllable Counting 6

Fall Out Boy Infinity On High (Island/Def Jam)

The Babyface song?
Actually not terrible.
The rest of this blows.

Kevin Feedback

I recently (actually, it was today) delivered a speech for my "Professional Development for Leaders" class (read: public speaking). I'm a terrible public speaker. For that matter, I'm a terrible private speaker as well. By some miracle, or possibly a voting box mishap, I received "best in room" votes for my speech today. I probably only received one, but it sufficiently stroked my ego, since there were 14 speakers. I'm still a terrible public speaker. Everyone in the audience had to provide feedback, so.... let's hear from the audience:

Pros
"Very persuiasive"
"Passionate"
"Good stories"
"Good intro"
"Good conclusion"
"Good hook"
"No notes! Good job"

Cons
"There wasn't any structure after your intro, so I was not sure on what your point was, but then I figured it out."
"Tentative"
"Stop playing with your hands"
"Monotone"
"Your purpose wasn't clear"
"Eye contact. More eye contact"
"How long is your intro?"
"Needs structure. What's your point?"
"Disorganized."
"Avoid technical difficulties - though not really your fault"
"You sounded nervous."
"Work on your transitions."
"Seemed all over the place."

Oh yeah, I spoke for five minutes on why music downloading is a pox on our society.

Bowling? Drunk? The?

Do I always speak with a drawl when I drink? I am that self-unaware?

Sean and I made our way to Vegas a couple weeks ago for the annual Punk Rock Bowling Tournament. We bowled with the always affable and mostly Canadian gentlemen from punknews.org, and finished somewhere between 97th and 192nd place. Not good. We did, however, find some time after our hopeless bowling performance to drunk dial not only Mr. Dickerson's Drunk Dial Hotline, but also his hotel room a mere 2 floors above our own. While Virgil's bowling team was equally as miserable as our own, he fared a bit better at the blackjack tables. Congrats to Epitaph for winning the tournament for the eight millionth time in a row, and congrats to Sean and myself for leaving the following drunk dials.

Sean's phone call
My phone call

Mundane Basketball Names Restated

If you ever play the video game NBA Street, you're familiar with the ground-swell to create more entertaining basketball nicknames. We've created an entire 12-man roster* of obscure and curious basketball nicknames, should I ever decide to coach a team and have the final say in naming rights. This is a bit of a tangent from the term redifinition project, but we'll get back on track soon enough.

Starting 5
The Skillet
Tough Juice
ATM
Homeland Security
Dr. Hoops

Bench
King Sir
Cotton Gin
Bill "The Filabuster" Flennington**
Side Arm
The Human Piñata
Poor Man's Isaiah Thomas
Thumbs McMurtry


* names have pending copyright protection.
** not to be confused with mid-90's Bulls center Bill Wennington.(pictured above).

Syllable Counting 5

The Bled Pass The Flask (Reissue) (Vagrant)

I haven't listened.
CD's copy protected.
Come back in two months.

Is Bart Simpson The New Mayor Of Tijuana?

Seems like it...

Update!

Nevermind. I think it was a bit of an exaggerated tale, despite NPR mentioning it on this week's Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! According to the Washington Post:

Tijuana police initially stopped patrols after their guns were taken, saying it was too dangerous, but most later returned to work. In some cases, officers were accompanied by armed state police. Others patrolled in larger numbers than normal. One officer was seen holding a slingshot that he said was for his protection.

Oh well. Sounded fun.

Syllable Counting 4

The Draft In A Million Pieces (Epitaph)

Hot Water Music!
How I miss your rugged songs.
This is pretty close.

Jinxing Them, Again

Take The Venom Out Of A Cobra And What Are You Left With?

My old punkrocks.net comrade and till-recent housemate Barry Scatton has finally done the world a favor and started his own blog. He moonlights as a writer for Decoy, but the censorship he's subject to is depriving the world of his A+ material. If you enjoy relentless ranting, action movies, Bigwig, or take pleasure in the outspoken agony of a lifelong Red Sox fan, you're going to want to pay attention.

(A belt.)

Syllable Counting, Thrice

Saliva Blood Stained Love Story (Island)

Hahahahaha
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Worst band of all time.