South Knox Intern

New Years Resolution: Bobby Joe Strikes Again

2006-01-05T05:35:00.000-08:00

The video article can be found through the following link at Knox News. It is the last interview on the tape (I recommend that you fast forward through the video to the last interview). Enjoy! Bobby Joe did.

And eat your brussel sprouts! Yum Yum . . .

Articles To Begin Again!

2006-01-05T05:25:00.000-08:00

I am sorry it has been so long since I last wrote an article on here. Unfortunately, I was suffering from a bout of consumption.

Anyway I am feeling better, so articles will begin again soon.

Desert Camo Troubles

2005-11-29T13:30:00.000-08:00

Is it OK to wear desert camo in public?

Well, I know that this story is really going to piss some people off, oh well . . .

I was having a beer at Sunspot last Sunday (What a surprise). We were sitting quietly drinking and chatting when an acquaintance joined the group. After a few minutes of chatting she asked if it was ok to ask me something, without me getting upset. I said sure, it takes a lot to get me upset.

She said you know that camo-jacket you wear in here every now and again?

“Yeah”?

“Well, it’s new and my friends know it.”

“So what?”

“They were in Iraq and they are offended that you are wearing it, Did you run down to Army surplus and pick it up?” I was stunned.

“No my best friend brought it back from Iraq and gave it to me along with a full set of BDU’s and desert boots, because he thought that they would be useful to wear in the field (lots of pockets).

“Oh well I didn’t know . . . that’s ok then I will tell them.”

So is it ok or not ok to wear camo fatigues?

I don’t know what it is about Sunday's . . .

“A Chalice for my Blood”

2005-11-29T13:14:00.000-08:00

The Keeper vs. Reusable Menstrual Pads

I was recently told about these interesting products (which freaked me the fuck out). So, naturally I am going to share them with you all . . .

This individual’s quote and website are below:
“Actually feeling the flow of my blood has become a pleasurable and relaxing thing for me now. Soaking my cloth pads and feeding the earth and my plants with this miraculous life giving nutrient has become an important part of my monthly ritual. And in honouring my blood and my womanliness rather trying to hide it, my sense of self worth and my connection with myself has increased.”
http://www.yoni.com/moonlodge/chaliceformyblood.shtml

Well I can’t go on . . . I started searching for more information on the internet and just couldn’t take it, alas the story is over.

How to Make an Aviator

2005-11-17T10:18:00.000-08:00

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"The Aviator is the sometimes misunderstood friend of the OCD Red Bull PBR drinking crowd. "

After years of careful research involving several national laboratories’ the “Aviator” was unveiled at Sun Spot this summer. What the “Aviator” does for mankind is combine the benefits of both PBR and Red Bull in one drink! It is refreshing, light, and tasty, usually being consumed in the summer or early fall by the OCD Red Bull PBR drinking crowd or those they force into trying it.

Materials and Methods

The original “Aviator”
*1:1 ratio of Red Bull to PBR

One sterile pint glass
One 250mL can of Red Bull
One pint of PBR

1) Fill the glass half full of Red Bull.
2) Pour the PBR into the glass
slowly on top of the Red Bull
filling the remaining half of the glass.
3) Let the drink breathe for 30 seconds
before consuming.

The modified “Aviator”
This drink allows you to tailor the amounts of PBR and Red Bull to suit your particular palate.

Food Pairing
The “Aviator” goes well with a variety of fine cuisines. Please feel free to comment on your food pairing experiences.

Current Experiments
Current experiments are being conducted by Burning Man using a combination of Red Bull and Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Results are positive.

Before you say yuck, give it a try! After all, the “Aviator” has a 98% approval rating (not statistically valid). *The Sun Spot is currently offering a special on the "Aviator"!

Sunday night at Barley's starring Robinella and the CCPatron-Chasers

2005-11-14T14:33:00.000-08:00

“I want my five dollars . . .” I felt as if I were playing a lead in the movie Better off Dead.

Sunday night started off uneventfully with Tad and I having dinner at Sunspot. After dinner we decided to relocate to Preservation Pub hoping that more people might be there. Driving across town at lightning speed we were soon there. After a quick beer we realized that there were in fact no more people there than at Sunspot. So the decision was made to walk to the Old City. That would turn out to be our fatal decision.

We ended up at Barley’s. We walked in and ordered a couple of beers and began chatting. It was early evening so besides the geriatric population drinking pitchers of water downstairs not much was going on. Tad and I decided to go upstairs and see if anything was going on. After seeing what was going on or what was not going on upstairs we decided to tab out and leave Barley’s to return to Sunspot. As we walked down the stairs we ran into “the Blonde." (“the Blonde” for those of you who have never been to Barley’s on a Sunday night is the money collector for Robinella and the CCstringband. She is the kind of in your face, pull the gold teeth out of a corpse money collector, rude and aggressive http://www.irs.gov/).

She demanded five dollars from both of us. I told her that we were running a tab at the downstairs bar and we were tabbing out to leave, therefore, we were not there to see the show and not giving her five dollars. (The band had not started playing and was not set to start for another hour). We both walked on. As Tad waited to pay the tab at the Bar, a colleague from work came up to me and we began chatting. Almost immediately “the Blonde” was back demanding money. Tad attempted to explain to her again that we were leaving. To which she responded “everyone downstairs must pay five dollars . . . I must have missed you both coming in.” (Let the record state that NO one was collecting money when we came in the door). Again, Tad tried to explain that we were not there for the show and we were leaving after I finished my beer and ended my conversation. She became belligerent. I told her to stop acting like the Gestapo. Tad told her that “we would have no problem paying her five dollars if we were going to stay for the show, but that we were not staying.” With that she said she was going to get the manager, so I replied “you know you are making me feel like its 1938 and I am in Germany!” She replied that I was tactless. (Well we all know that)

The manager soon appeared. Tad spoke to her telling her that we were tabbed out and were in the process of leaving. She said that there was no problem and to have a good night. As Tad and I left the Bar, Tad politely told “the Blonde” and band to have a good evening. We began walking towards the downtown and were almost to the Pilot Light when none other than Robinella herself and her posse came running out of Barley’s. We stopped and waited, after all its not every day that a semi-famous local vocalist runs down the street in heels. We thought she was coming to apologize for “the Blonde’s” behavior. We were sadly mistaken.

The first words out of Robinella’s mouth in her most dainty country voice were “I don’t appreciate you being rude to my friend.” Tad and I were shocked. “Excuse me?” I retorted. She responded, “I don’t appreciate you being rude to my friend.” I replied “were you there when your friend spoke to us?” She said no, so I said “then you don’t have any room to talk to us about our implied rudeness to your friend.” Robinella’s next statement (again) was “I don’t appreciate you being rude to my friend.” Tad said “we don’t have a problem paying five dollars for a show we are going to see, but we had tabbed out and your friend “the Blonde” kept asking us for money.” My response to her was “that I had seen your band several times and I have always paid the cover, so the problem is not my willingness to pay money to see you perform.” Robinella replied in her most pathetic tone “That money goes to my husband and me, blah, blah, blah.” We both tried to explain that were not going to pay a cover for a show we were not going to see and that the band wasn’t even playing. At this point, Robinella began crying and ran back down the street and we walked on slightly confused.

Conclusions

If Robinella is so hard up for money that she would chase tabbed out patrons down Jackson Avenue and accost them for money, then maybe she needs to get a day job. http://www.jobs.com/

If she is unwilling to get a day job, she should take a tip from our local homeless population when asking for money and say “I don’t mean to bother you . . . or forgive me sir . . .”

Dick's visit to campus

2005-11-14T12:36:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to remind everyone that Vice-President Dick Cheney will visit Thompson Boling Arena on Tuesday, Nov. 15, to celebrate the public, ceremonial groundbreaking of the Howard H. Baker Jr. Center for Public Policy. The event is open and members of the community are welcome and invited to attend. Guests must arrive at the arena by 9 a.m. to accommodate security procedures. So come out to the UT campus and let him know what you think about the current administration!

Welcome to my Blog

2005-11-14T12:29:00.000-08:00

I have decided to start a blog because I needed a place to bitch and complain, tell stories, and express my views. I hope you will check back soon.