HAPPY CHRIMMAS!
Ychrome Alumni – Insomniac.mp3 – Solo by Seachris WessLEE
HAPPY CHRIMMAS!
Ychrome Alumni – Insomniac.mp3 – Solo by Seachris WessLEE
Why yes, now that you mention it, I WAS this close to Allen Iverson:
This is Kyle Korver; he’s tall. He can shoot the long three just like he’s ringin’ a bell:
Here’s a really good shot of Allen that I think he should endeavour to purchase from me for millions, what with me having a copyright on it:
Actually, I’m not sure of the legality of copyrighting something like that, since I took the picture within the boundaries of the Sixers game. The Sixers probably own the picture, the camera, and my testes. So forget I said anything.
Matt’s thoughts on Monday night’s game against the Utah Jazz:
Things are a little frantic at the office today, what with me having to go shopping this morning and not getting in until close to noon, followed by the consumption of really poor Wendy’s fries, and then I had to use the bathroom, and I’m trying to catch up on all my daily online reading, plus playing Silent Service on my Nintendo emulator. Plus what I’d really like to post are pictures from the Sixers game last night, but the pictures are currently stored on my camera, which is at my house, and I’m at work, so I can’t do anything with them until I get home tonight, so I’ll probably write a long post about how unbelievably kickass the game was, plus post the pictures I got of Kyle Korver practicing roughly 4 feet from me. (I know somebody.)
Meanwhile, the continuing adventures of the University of Delaware Ychrome Alumni:
Ychrome Alumni – Nebraska.mp3 – Solo by C. Christopher Wesley with backup from Ryan Case and Jared M. Smith the Poovy
Ychrome Alumni – Bouncin’ ‘Round The Room.mp3 – Solos by half of creation.
Double-yoo. Tee. Eff. It is colder than a polar bear’s ears (this is a family blog) outside. I left my house this morning sans chapeau so that my hair didn’t get messed up, but unfortunately my ears immediately froze and part of my right one broke off when I accidentally brushed it with my seat belt. So the hat went on right quick. (As a result, my hair now looks like I coated it with Crisco and combed it with a whisk.)
It goes without saying that I’m stoked beyond comprehension, even though my wife is less than thrilled about the whole thing. My truck has a thermometer, and the temperature it reported as 9 degrees fahrenheit. Last night, it even snowed! I’m glad we took the truck up to Lancaster yesterday, because the roads were pretty frozen on the way home, and the four wheel drive came in handy ’cause I kept almost spinning out in third gear. Well, technically, we were in no danger of spinning out because of my superior automotive skeeeelz, but every time the rear of the truck shifted an inch to one side under acceleration, HW moaned a little and put her head between her knees. So I went with the 4WD to limit the chances she might blow chunks and ruin my upholstery.
Saturday we hosted dinner at our house for Sarah’s parents and brother, featuring large amounts of Pork Chops a la Hearnwife, along with a mediocre effort at mashed potatoes from yours truly, and some green beans and macaroni and cheese. SuZann and Charles brought bread, and we made a skillet cake for SuZann’s birthday, which we duly coated with butter and inhaled like a bong hit.
Tonight I’m heading to a Sixers game and hope to have my picture taken with Kyle Korver, as he is apparently hot. But FIRST:
Ychrome Alumni – Better Man.mp3 – This is the only one I really made significant changes to, because the left channel featured some horribly out of tune Tenor 1 that totally screwed the recording. I basically dumped the entire left channel to get rid of it because it was that painful. Solo – J. Rod Smith
Ychrome Alumni – Prayin’ For Daylight.mp3 – Solo by DA HEEEEARN
Okay, before I give you the links to some more tunes from last weekend’s concert, I want to share the terror with you. My terror. Last night: total nightmare. Bad times.
Here’s what I remember.
I’m in some kind of beach house, reading a book by Kurt Vonnegut. What book it might have been I don’t recall, and it’s probably irrelevant because in none of the Vonnegut books I’ve read do I remember the world coming to an end in quite the way this book mentioned it: at 6:20 pm on a Saturday in April. I don’t remember exactly WHY the world was coming to an end in the book, which is frustrating because it becomes important when suddenly the dream shifts realities just a bit; I’m still at the beach house, but now the world is REALLY COMING TO AN END, and at 6:20 on a Saturday afternoon, however in October, not April.
Then I’m at my parents’ house, except that in my dream my parents live at the house currently owned by my wife and me. I dunno where she and I live. Sarah’s not even in the dream, as far as I can remember. Anyway, the world is coming to an end at 6:20, and for whatever reason Kurt Vonnegut wrote in his book. The fact that somehow he predicted this bizarre end of the world (I vaguely recall something about the world breaking apart in some way) and the time and place is discussed briefly.
Oh, and any time the sun’s rays directly touch your skin they burn you. At some point I find myself outside working on something, and it’s partly cloudy, and we have to keep our eyes on the clouds to make sure they don’t open up and subject us to direct sunlight.
Then we’re back in my house, where my parents live, with my parents and my sister, contemplating our imminent doom. We’re pretty laid back about it. Then I woke up.
Very confusing nightmare. And I rarely get nightmares, and even when I do they’re kinda like this one; I’m not really scared at all during the mental processing of the dream, but I still wake up suddenly and I’m all freaked out. Weird.
And now, in return for making you listen to that:
Ychrome Alumni – Pain Lies On The Riverside.mp3 – Solos by Chris Wesley and Matt Rickards
Ychrome Alumni – No Diggity.mp3 – Solos by Shaun Taylor-Corbett and DA HEARN (Billy Jean)
Oh, and yesterday’s jam featured solos by Peterson Curt and Andrew Seff. I probably should have mentioned that. I did not. I am lame.
Okay, I wasn’t going to bother with any real update today, since I posted the link to Between Us, but I had to share with you some deep emotional trauma that I’m having trouble with.
Yesterday we had our office pot-luck holiday lunch. It was not exactly an unmitigated success; we had a few breakfast offerings, but the only thing that showed up for lunch was a Crockpot full of pulled pork. Anyway, for dessert, I supplied a blueberry pie. I have a recipe for fruit pie that you can make in about a half an hour, because the only thing you have to bake is the pie shell; for the filling, you heat that on the stove and just pour it in.
So I showed up with my pie yesterday, and as usual, few people actually touched it. The cakes went quickly, but CSC people just aren’t pie people, I guess. I had 3 or 4 pieces of my own pie, and was looking forward to having the rest of it over the course of today.
This morning I got in to work, handled some bweeeeeznass (some bweeznass), and wandered over to the cafeteria refrigerator to snag me some delicious blueberry hotness, only to discover that the pie was gone.
Thrown out.
Half of a pie, completely thrown away.
My tears could not be stemmed. To add insult to injury, the pie appeared to be the only thing they had thrown out; some kind of nasty cranberry cake with the consistency of Crisco remained, along with a store-bought fruit bread of some kind.
I’ve been bitter about this all day. I really don’t know how I’m going to be able to move on.
Because I love you all deeply, hard, and rough:
Sorry I’ve disappeared this week; I’ve been hoping to get some pictures uploaded from the festivities of the weekend, but kept getting roped into things (Jared was still in town Monday, so we hung out, and yesterday I helped The Maj pick up some Christmas decorations and a tree), and tonight I have rehearsal so it’s probably not happening then, so who knows when I’m going to have time to get them edited and posted, and I know how much you all miss my run-on sentences when I fail to post, so I figured I’d throw something up today and get to the pictures whenever I have time.
::deep breath::
So here’s what went down over the weekend after I stopped spraying greasy liquids from my posterior. Saturday night was the Ychromes a cappella concert, and this year is the 10th anniversary of the existence of the group, so they invited as many alumni as could make it to come back and be the guest group. So Friday evening we had a 2 hour rehearsal and ran through our set-list, realized that we sounded freakin’ amazing, and rolled back to Hearndom II to get our drink on and our snack on. Hearnwife was kind enough to hook us up with sweets and savories galore, and we fired up the Karaoke machine and partied until we could party no longer, and everyone crashed at about 4am.
The next day we were supposed to have rehearsal at noon, so of course we managed to stagger back into Newark by about 1pm, and then rehearsed until 4. We made sure we had opportunity to sing in the stairwell, and drop red Trabant trays down the steps, and then we rolled to Iron Hill for some grub and brews. We had sound check at around 6pm, had a few swigs of Old Granddad, and sat down for the first part of the concert at 8pm. We went on around 8:25, did our set, sounded totally diesel. (Another thing I have to do is get the recording edited and uploaded; with any luck I MIGHT get that done tonight after rehearsal, but don’t hold your collective reader breath.)
After the concert we kicked the Deer Park for a while, and then the after-party at Noah’s which was so packed with people we could barely move, so we gave up and headed back to Hearndom II again where we stayed up until 5 am.
I got up at 8 and went to church. Singing on 3 hours sleep, following a weekend of singing and yelling and karaoke and parties, equals HORRIFICALLY BAD TIMES. I sounded like I’d spent the whole weekend getting punched in the throat. On the plus side, God forgave me all my sins, so I’m told I can get into heaven now, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
Sunday afternoon we went to Courtney’s and watched football until 1am.
Tomorrow: I may have pictures. I may not. We took like a hundred of them, so hopefully I can find 20 or so that are extremely highlarious. I may also have mp3s of the alumni set, assuming I can figure out how to get them all edited (I think I’ll have to download some software, ’cause what I have isn’t going to work) tonight after rehearsal. WORD.
(Of course, now Blogger is having router issues and I can’t update my blog. Argh. Lovely. If you can read this, I haven’t burned anyone.)
So I’ve been sick for the last few days, staying home from work, alternating between shivering under 4 or 5 blankets and stripping to my sweaty skin to take cold showers and ease the hallucinations. Normally, not going to work would mean “good times,” but unfortunately the aches, pains, and feverish delirium have negated not having to do work. Additionally, the modern technological age means I can still get voicemails and emails, and periodically R2D2 comes into the room to project a hologram of my boss giving me the evil eye. So all in all, I’d have to say the past few days have sucked like a Bissell.
And don’t get me started on the explosive diahrrea. Oops . . . uh, be right back.
[15 minutes later]
Okay, sorry, had to um, I had coffee brewing. That’s it, that’s the ticket, coffee! Or tea. I don’t remember.
Shut up.
Anyway, I’ve managed to catch up on most of my DVR viewing, and I really hope that HW already watched last night’s “Scrubs,” because I accidentally deleted it after watching it today. If she hasn’t watched it, I should probably get out of town. Anyway, all the saved up episodes of “Family Guy,” “The Daily Show,” “The Simpsons,” are watched and deleted, which clears out some space on the hard drive for tonight’s episode of “Drawn Together.”
Plus, I was able to watch one of my favorite all-time films, Miller’s Crossing, featuring Marcia Gay Harden in her only hot role. (She’s reasonably pretty, but she looks like she wears dentures and she has lips like The Joker. Look, I’m not being mean, I’m just saying, have you ever seen her and Jack in a room together? Or a Lakers game?) Lots of good gore and violence, plus a plot that’s harder to follow than a fleet-footed Chinese intelligence officer in Shanghai. (I’m clearly too sick to come up with worthwhile analogies over here. Give me a break.)
Best of all, I’ve been able to catch up on sleep, in between replying to emails and listening to voicemail messages from people who may or may not ever get a call back from me, depending on how much I hate them. (I usually hate them a lot.)
Tomorrow: Christmassy pixtures! Yay for CHRIMMAS!