My Frat Bro Russell

Russell Something-or-other drove a Fiero like this. Drive-By Shootings: The Lesser Lights.

Pontiac Fiero

We would call it “the Chevette of 1980s mid-engined ‘sports’ cars,” except that it involves Russell the stoner.  We nearly got in a fight with him about his previous car, a Pontiac T1000.  We called it a Chevette by any other name: he was adamant that not only was it NOT merely a re-badged POS, it had “completely different wiring” and components.

Uh, no, sorry.  Go hit that bong again, dude.

So, we’ll just say “Oh look” and be glad this one doesn’t have a JC Whitney vinyl bra like Russell’s.

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Frat Party Flashback


Cruising into work this morning  (at a snail’s pace – thanks again, photo radar!!) and this song comes on the radio…

What a stupid piece of shit song, right?  Well, it’s also nostalgic (in a pathetic, demented sort of way).

  • first time I heard it was at the FSK house
  • (at a Phi Sigma Kappa kegger – big surprise)
  • The Romantics were from Detroit.  Detroit music was cool – WLLZ (Whole lotta Led Zepplin)  WRIF (Baby!), Motown (as I learned later).  Even Ted Nugent (pre-insanity) compared to the tighty whitey repress your inner weirdo nature of my location
  • I could tell anonymous frat girls that I liked them, because it was in the lyrics.
  • No, it did not get me laid
  • Neither did getting messed up from Budweiser, FWIW, although I sure felt cool.
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Epilogue-ish

After months of delay and unequivocal efforts to make things smaller and cut out the larger fish from the discussion, the “final statement” and “conclusion” has been delivered in the form of a conference call. The basic message from National: There was no misconduct, get it through your thick fucking skull. Also: It’s in the past! […]

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Tattoo You

For most of the last 20 years or so, my kids would ask me about tattoos. My grandpa had a prison homemade one, my brother has several. I would always tell them I was not a big fan of them getting tattoos – as my children, they were perfect as is. HOWEVER, if they decided […]

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This Town Needs an Enema

My fraternity’s national organization is filled with North Korea-like hardliners hamstrung by institutional inertia and a centripetal focus. Basically, their response to some legitimate concerns about financial and fiduciary  matters has been to stick the information in a file and wait for the complainants to die. Character indeed.

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All the Young Dudes

Dear America As a human being, an American, a college graduate and a third-degree member of Phi Sigma Kappa, I am aghast at the conduct of SAE at the University of Oklahoma. I’m not terribly surprised, though.  SAE has always been synonymous with dickweed (at least at Western and ASU). Back in the day, SAEs […]

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I Melt With You

Q: What to put on your mix tape, if you can’t trust your brothers to be just wingmen and not cut in? (Which is the case, about 99.2% of the time.)

A: This.  QED.


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