Not much going on today. Working on tommorrow’s questions so that I can spend my entire day Thursday watching college basketball. Woo-hoo! Honestly, this is my favorite time of the year. March Madness, baseball around the corner, hot babes emerging from their winter hibernation, hot babes shooting me down because I use terms like “hot babes.” Ah, spring! Wait, what was my point of thsi post? Oh, yes. There is another sort of local blog where the writing reminds me a lot of my own. Which is to say, sheer, unadulterated brilliance with dashes of caustic wit and just the right touch of arrogance. It’s called badmintonstamps, and it’s pretty daggone funny. On a more political bend, my buddy Donald has one called implodingamerica, which I think is really interesting and thought provoking. If you know of any good local blogs I should be checking out, or if you write one, holla atcha boy!
FRIENDLY REMINDER: Get your brackets filled out before noon tommorrow.

Updated: Well, gang, it’s time for the annual Johnny Goodtimes Bracket Spectacular. It’s simple. All you do is click here. Then, when they ask what your group # is you type 104416 and when they ask for a password, you type goodtimes. (You do have to sign up for a yahoo account. Also, for some reason this is a total pain in the ass with Internet Explorer, but if you use Mozilla, it is no problem. If you wanna know how to make it work with Explorer, send me an email and I’ll tell you.) You’ve got until Thursday morning at noon to get your picks in. And trust me, the tournament is so wide open this year that you could not know a thing about basketball and win the friggin’ thing.

The first place winner gets a $50 gift certificate to Barrister’s, the place to watch the NCAA tournament. Barrister’s has flat screen tv’s and the March Madness satellite package, so they will be showing all of the games. More importantly, they are not the Fox and Hound, so the food doesn’t taste like they got it shipped in from McDonald’s and they will never tell you that they can’t turn off the Kenny Chesney song playing throughout the restaurant during the big game because they “don’t have permission from corporate.”** Barrister’s has really terrific food. Speaking of terrific food, the 2nd place finisher gets a $25 gift certificate to the Good Dog. In case you were wondering, I actually won this thing last year, and I expect to win it again this year.

**This sentence brought to you by Bobby Badtimes.

At what Division II school did John Chaney coach before he came to Temple?

Alright, gang, let’s vote for who has the best set list this past week at quizzo. We had three contestants. Kirt DJ’d at the Bards, Clare was at the Black Sheep, and Chris was in the mix at the Good Dog. After the jump, you can see their set lists, then you can vote for which one you liked best in the poll at the right. Whoever has the most votes by Friday at noon wins the $40 gift certificate to the Devil’s Alley.

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I woke up Saturday morning with a burning desire to get out of town. So I hopped in my car and drove home to Virginia. It’s been a great, relaxing, and much needed vacation. Made prank calls Saturday night, went kayaking Sunday morning with one of my best friends from childhood, and picked up my Southern accent the moment I got here. Unfortunately for you people, I also leave the accent here when I return to the city. Too bad. You’d love it. Anyways, so I’m a little late with the set lists for our guest DeeJays, which I’ll have up on Monday. I’ll also get the basketball tourney brackets up as soon as possible. Winner gets a $50 from your tournament basketball headquarters, Barristers. And I think we might have a lot of fun this week as well, but first I gotta talk to my lawyer. Hope everybody had a great weekend. Gotta roll. Grey’s Anatomy is on.

Gin and Juice, by missing every single question in the final round, took home one of the most kickass last place prizes ever, Lionel Richie’s debut self titled album. When Johnny bought the album, he had no idea that it also contained a schweeeet centerfold (above, you might wanna click on it just to see how kickass it is). Also at the Bards, Ryan celebrated his birthday last night (below). Finally, I’ll be posting the set lists of our three contestants in the “You be the DJ” contest as soon as I get a set list from Kirt. So hopefully before I’ll have it sometime this weekend..

Shots For Everyone
Due to a camera malfunction, everyone on the website week didn’t become a reality for the people at the Dive last week. But this week, there were no camera glitches. Except for the fact that all of the pictures indicate that they were taken the day before Valentine’s Day. But other than that they came out great. Shots for Everyone came out great as well, knocking off their competition handily.

Grant Beats the South

Teet Doctor

Team Spirit

For a Shinier Card Say Yes

Yeah, so the American baseball team lost to Canada yesterday in the World Baseball Classic, which is essentially the equivalent, I think, of the Canadians capturing Minnesota by military force. I mean, Canada? I could understand the Dominican Republic, or Argentina, or even Cuba, but Canada? In a game that took place in America? That’s like us kicking their ass at curling in a match in the Yukon. It should never happen. Alright, well I gotta take my roommate to the airport, but I’ll be back this afternnon with some pics from this week (including those at the Dive!).

Yo peeps, got an email from Clare earlier describing the DJ stylistics you can expect from her at the Black Sheep later tonight. Here goes.
Peel back the Brooks Brothers surface of an accountant and you’ll find a perv inside; Scratch an editor and you’ll find a suburban Sid Vicious underneath. The slightly tan, smiling woman in the earth-tone top in the accompanying photo bears little resemblance to the merciless financial editor with the jet-black hair who’ll be playing sternum-crushing dance-punk, nasty (sexy) indie jams and classic party anthems alongside divas like Kylie Minogue, Madonna, and Nine
Inch Nails. (Yes, Trent Reznor is too a diva.)