PHINALLY

i'm still so pumped about this. it's the first real championship that a team i perennially root for has won. seeing as i am the only phillies fan in utah, i wanted to go riot downtown salt lake by myself, but ultimately decided against it. rather, i had my friends drive me by the delta center (i refuse to call it energy solutions arena. that's lame." where the jazz game had just let out. i just yelled "GO PHILLIES! WORLD CHAMPS! YEAAAHHHHHHH!" at anyone i saw. even though i was basically celebrating all by my lonesome, it was a great night.

here's a video of broad street last night. wish i could have been there.



it's such a bizarre feeling—this winning it all and not choking. i like it. now i just need the eagles, flyers, and sixers to follow suit. then, i can truly die a happy m(f)an. GO PHILS!

and for no reason at all, here is a clip of walker, texas ranger flying a jet pack. yes. a freaking jet pack.

GENTLEMAN BRONCOS

can't wait.

FRIENDLY ADVICE

the perosn who doesn't make mistakes is unlikely to make anything

just thought i'd let you know.

plus my professor assigned us a project and i had to do something, you know?

edit: now with bigger picture clickety goodness!

MUSTACHES VS. CANCER

please go sponsor my mustache here. it's for a great cause. not only are you helping find the cure for cancer—kid cancer, mind you, but you are also giving my facial hair the encouragement it needs to become the most wondrous mustache that this nation has ever seen!

my name on the site is mustached justice.

if you don't donate, i will effectively believe that you hate children with cancer. and that's just not cool at all. jerks.