Can you smell that in the air?

When the smoke come out the building from everywhere?

Interesting development in the Cavalcade of Smells (tm): Weed. Which is probably more the work of the no good teenagers across the hall than the old lady, but then again it could be medicinal.












The neighbors or B-Real's granny? You decide!

Would you look at that? We are the weiners!

So I kind of forgot about keeping ya'll updated on the whole UAB dynasty cause I wound up sitting and finishing off the rest of my schedule and then the post-season in one night. To sum up, UTEP (twice!) + ECU = the suxorz, and Michigan really shouldn't have gone for two while mounting their furious second half rally in the Rose Bowl. End result: UAB gets it's first national title and both Notre Dame and Oklahoma came a calling, only to be turned down for my fat (phat?) 6 year contract extension. Of course now I'm stuck with a couple of loser QBs that can't throw more than 3 yards since Hackney graduated and my second season as HC could have gone down the tubes at Middle Tennessee State if I hadn't molded these Blazers into the graven image of a Stallings-era Tide and gotten the go ahead score on an interception return.















Starting next week we're punting on every first down to get the D back on!

It's the New Teen Craze That's Sweeping the Nation!

Identify the Overpowering Stench Emanating From the Old Lady's Apartment Downstairs! Today's entrant in the Cavalcade of Smells (tm): Chicken Broth!

Study: Men Enjoy Seeing Bad People Suffer.

Which explains why five and six means totally different things to Tennessee fans and everyone else.















DuBose, you magnificent bastard! I read your book!

Salt in the wound...

Since we can shut down their offense on the field, we might as well shut it down with recruiting, too.











Throwing is fun, but winning is funner!

Vee are from zee land of chocolate!

Remember the Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns sells the nuclear plant to the Germans, and Homer has the "land of chocolate" fantasy? I think Ray Nagin might have seen it too many times.













If chocolate walls can't survive Homer, how can they stand a hurricane?

Update: Best. Back-pedal. EVER:

He said he had not meant that it should be an all-black metropolis, asking: "How do you make chocolate?

"You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink. That is the chocolate I am talking about," he told CNN.

(via Malkin)

It ain't me you're looking for, babe

Though I did feel some tingling in my left arm. (via RJYH)

Update: Damn straight. Let the fantasizing in Wisconsin begin.












Nicole and Troy, sitting in a tree...

UAB 50, UTEP 26

The NCAA 2006 Mike Price looks suspiciously a lot like Franchione (or Fran-Phoney, as Van likes to call him).

Where we're going, we don't need roads.

It's been an interesting weekend. Friday after work I headed out for Atlanta. Robin lives there and I haven't actually been to visit her for several years (though she's been over here many times) and now that I am in a position to stray outside of a two mile radius of my TV I felt it was time to take a little road trip. I actually used to spend quite a bit of time over there. All throughout college it was nothing for me and Lee or Old Dirty Chris to load up and hit a show at the Variety two or three times in one week, and once Lee and I were out of the hippie jam band phase and ODC was off to God know's where I still wound up there a lot just for fun. MWOAEG and I spent a long weekend at the Atlanta Hyatt because she was always pissed that I would never take time off of work to go anywhere. It actually was a pretty fun weekend with a quick side trip to Athens thrown in for good measure. After we broke up I wound up over there a lot hanging out with Robin and she introduced me to places like Dad's Garage. So I told her I'd be there this weekend and we were going to enjoy some good improv and maybe eat at the Mashed Potatoes place, except it's closed, so that kind of sucked. Anyway, I met up with the inimitable Orson Swindle of Every Day Should Be Saturday fame, another Atlanta local, for a little while friday night before we headed over to Dad's and we got to talking about the future of our respective blogs. In his case, what do you do with a college football blog during the offseason? He and Stranko are funny and clever enough to come up with plenty of gags, and there's always recruiting 'til February and then tidbits from spring practice and the usual extra-curricular shenanigans that football players always get up to, so even if they post only lightly there's still plenty to be done. I, on the other hand, really have no reason to continue on. I started this thing to keep track of the movies I had watched and because Donna told me to. I really had no clue that beyond her and Robin and a handful of others that anyone would actually be reading this thing, or that I would actually enjoy blogging, but here we are. I know that I'm going to continue on blogging. As much as I feel like Kip saying this, it would feel weird not talking to my internet friends (oh sweet mercy, I thought I had escaped my dorkdom freshman year...) through the comments and what not. Also, how else would I be able to swap recipes with people all over the country? Also, why am I so gay? But anyway, I really don't know if I am going to stick with this blog or start another one, or what I'm going to do with either decision. Don would be very happy if the defunct Bus Monkey! were to make a triumphant return, and that would be fun, but the comedic stylings of Vintage Toddtm are long since past and I'd rather just hold on to the memories. I'm pretty sure I'll wound up going the Southerngent route, posting movie/cd/book reviews and what not. Now that I have the time I'll be able to do a little more of an in depth analysis than "Western=Good" or "Ryan Adams is a douche." Plus, there's always the recipes! So sit back, and we'll see what happens. Until then, here's a picture of Jessica Alba:



















I teach hip hop at the center!

Beans, beans, they're good for your heart...

So tonight's recipe is not the greatest thing I've ever made. First off, that's just too many beans. I like a meaty chili, so I should have known right off the bat this wouldn't be my favoritest chili of them all. Second, instead of cutting chicken breasts into small chunks, this would probably work better if you were to used ground chicken breast instead. I might play with this some, but for right now I'll just stick with my usual "dump whatever I feel like in a pot" chili.

White Bean and Chicken Chili

3 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves (about 1 pound total)
1 tsp olive oil
1 large onion (about 1 cup chopped)
1 tbp bottled minced garlic
1 can (15 oz) Great Northern White beans
1 can (19 oz) cannellini beans
1 can (4 1/2 oz) chopped green chilies
1 1/2 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp pepper, preferably white
1/8 tsp cayenne pepper
1 can (14 1/2 oz) chicken broth
2 tbp cornstarch
2 tbp water
1/2 cup shredded Monterrey Jack cheese (optional)
1/4 cup sour cream (optional)

Heat the oil on medium in a 4 1/2 quart dutch over or soup pot. Peel and coarsely chop the onion, adding it to the pot as you chop. Stir occasionally to prevent sticking.

Cut the chicken into bite size chunks, add them to the pot and stir occasionally. Add the garlic and continue to cook, stirring occasionally.

While the chicken cooks, rinse and drain both of the beans and drain the chilies. Add the chilies to the pot along with the cumin, white pepper and cayenne pepper. Raise the heat to high, and add the broth and the drained beans. Cover the pot and bring the chili to a boil.

Combine the cornstarch and water in a small container that has a lid. Shake well to remove any lumps. When the chili boils, the chicken should be cooked through. Add the cornstarch mixture a little at a time, stirring constantly. Continue to boil until the chili reaches the desired thickness. Remove from heat and serve. Garnish with cheese and sour cream, if desired.

UAB 45, UCF 35

I love football.

WIDE RIGHT MFER!

If you thought I wasn't jumping up and down during that BS "it wasn't an interception" call, you should have heard me when Bettis fumbled. There are scorch marks on the walls here. If we had wound up losing it would have been some serious highway robbery. But you know what? 21-18 and it's on to Denver! Revenge is a dish best served in front of 55,000 at the RCA Dome!

On another note, check this out:
Last season we advance to the championship game on a missed field goal against a team coached by Herman Edwards:













While this season we advance to the championship game on a missed field goal against a team coached by Tony Dungy:





















You cannot tell me that Edwards and Dungy are not one and the same!