Now that’s a reality show I might get sucked into: Tommy Lee enrolled at the University of Nebraska, taking Chemistry classes and marching in the tenor line. Playing Malaguena. Now, I’m not a big Tommy Lee fan, but I can deal with watching a rocker take on marching band and The History Of Rock And Roll class.
For more drumcorps-related blogging weirdness, such as P.E.A.R.T: The Robotic Drum Machine, check out this site: They’re So Old, They Played On Stone Bugles. Heh.
As requested… I have delved into the drumcorps archives and dredged up the smuttiest and sleaziest drumcorps photos of the late 90’s! (And don’t forget… you asked for it!)
Here they are, in no particular order:
Here’s a teaser: just a little midriff.
Mmm, some more midriff. Check out that hot… um, chick. Yeah.
Chad shaved his head for Finals in ’95. That’s sort of “going topless”…
When I think of topless drumcorps, *this* is my fantasy. Mmm… tasty.
But these two fine specimens are more of the reality than the fantasy.
And finally: bottomless drumcorps. Or pantsless, if you prefer.
After the mildly disappointing BGSU Libraries Record Sale on Saturday, Mark came over to our house and we headed out to Cleveland to see Tegan and Sara live at the The Grog Shop.
As opposed to Aaron‘s idea of getting an iPod and paying it off over one interest-free year, thanks to credit from Musician’s Friend, I got sucked into the Get a Free iPod craze.
Yes, there’s always a catch, and this offer is no exception. First, you have to complete an offer—I chose to sign up for BMG, which was pretty painless. I didn’t really expect even this much of the process to work… but, lo and behold, I received an e-mail from the nice FreeiPods.com people today, saying that I’d completed my offer.
Well, hot damn.
Now all I have to do is shill my friends.
See, that’s Step 2: I have to refer five friends to the site and get them to complete offers, too. The best offers listed are the BMG signup that I did, maybe the Blockbuster Online deal (sounds like NetFlix to me), or join the Columbia House DVD Club, or subscribe to USA Today (that wouldn’t be bad). Of course, if you don’t have enough credit cards in your wallet, there’s over half a dozen of those to try out for, too.
Soooo… if you’re so inclined, please consider yourself invited to check out the Free iPods scheme. If not… well… Aaron’s probably going to buy himself one, anyway. I’m sure he’ll share.
Right, honey-muffin…?
Last Sunday was the 2004 LakeShoremen Banquet. You may recall that I didn’t attend for a couple of reasons, not the least of which was the two-hour drive. Anyway, I had assumed—or, perhaps, just hoped—that someone would miss me. That I’d catch some flak from someone for not being there. That someone would tell me that I’d won some award or other, and that they’d have it for me at the first 2005 rehearsal.
But alas. Nothing.
My egotistic assumption that someone would miss me at the banquet reminded me of a poem my Mom taught me long ago, that I’d nearly forgotten (and Google managed to remind me):
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow this simple instruction
And see how it humbles the soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water.
Put your hand in up to the wrist.
Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining
Is the measure of how you’ll be missed.
You may splash all you like as you enter,
You may stir up the waters galore,
But stop, and you’ll find in a minute
It looks just the same as before.
The moral of this quaint example
Is to do just the best that you can.
Be proud of yourself, but remember,
There is no indispensible man.
—Anonymous
