On a missed tackle: “Sometimes you only get one shot in the music business, in life, whatever. In tackling you get one shot. You make that fucking tackle.”
On a big hit: “That’s why you go to a football game. You want to see someone get knocked the fuck out.”
On the pep band: “Tuba players are the rock stars, dude.”
On the crowd: “Love life, love music, love sport, love people. Music brings everybody together. Sport brings everybody together. It’s great. Embrace it.”
These guys have sort of a rediculous 80's metal band feel in a somewhat modern context, I almost like it but then again....
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
This is how I know I am a wood dork...
I am sitting in my office and one of my officemates asked me a simple question about making a table. I went on for about 20 minutes until I saw his eyes glaze over. I then spent the next 30 minutes looking through the wood handbook (Bible for woody raw materials) putting together more information about wood-moisture relationships, dimensional stability and drying than any normal person would care to know. But the sick part is I nearly get wood my self looking at it...I think all hope is lost...
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