Old Posts - September 2002

	Monday Sep 30th 1:23pm by Brian -

A few years ago, a good friend at UT coined the term LCC(Lubbock Community College) to describe Texas Tech University. This term could not be more fitting or appropriate to describe a true poor excuse for a university. We at TamUt figure that the yell "Beat The Hell Outta LCC" would be much more appropriate for the game on October 4th. However, it would be silly for just a handful of us to yell something different at the game. It would be much sweeter for the Yell Leaders at A&M to make this change official so that everyone could yell it. Here is a an e-mail that I encourage everyone to send to the Yell Leaders. launcher x rus crack Sometime later, I shall post this weekend's pics from a formal that I attended in full T3.

So I'm leaving my apartment Friday afternoon after a long day of hibernating and unproductiveness when I see the above pictured dolphin coming swinging around the side of the door in full force with, I believe, every intention of ramming my crouch with what some call a nose but what I call naturally chiseled weapon intended to double-over unsuspecting apartment residents. Puzzled, injured, and a little hungry I looked at the suspect hoping for clues of it's sudden appearance on my front door. None could be found. After interrogating neighbors, all denied the placement of the perpetrator during the day. I can only assume that someone was trying to rack me or my roommate as we came out the door or it managed to wedge it's inanimate self between the handle. If anyone has insights that could lead the arrest of the suspects, please post it on the message board.

So I'm driving back from San Marcos when I see an interesting sign that I swear I've never seen before. Only in the south can you have a restaurant called "Karen's Kountry Kitchen". I wonder if how diverse the customers are.

Well it's the start of another Thursday night and attendance on 6th is required. $1 beers and $.75 wells here I come. Did I mention about my bout against my roommate and a bottle of vodka on Tuesday? Well let me tell you this, by the time 7am hit and we crashed out, the vodka kicked both of our asses. We did do a great number on the 1.75 though, leaving only 1/10th of the bottle left. Good thing I had an exam that morning because I felt great.

If you're from Austin, then you've probably heard about this Melrose $500 "Party Fine". I got some good friends on the inside and they let me in on the real deal. You only get fined if the cops come to your party to bust it . . . twice in one night. So it ain't going to phase me.

time to head out

Zone	Name	Definition
L1	Giggly	After two Smirnoff Ices she is giggly and wants to have a cigarette.
L2	Silly	Giggly and wants to take shots and call anyone she can on her cell phone.
L3	Dancer	Let's dance(on a table or bar)!
L4	That Girl	Kissing other girls and making gestures of fellatio.
L5	D@C	Pass out and end up on drunkatcollege.com

After reading the original TamUt.com Drinking Zones, Matt(TAMU '99) decided to submit his own version of the Drinking Zones but just for women. I only slightly edited it before I posted it since I thought his version was just so money. As a man, I know I am quite the fan of L3 and L4. L5 just tends to get really annoying after a while, but the Drunk of the Week just wouldn't be the same without the L5's.

And to all of the newbies who are here because of some of our famous low budget advertising, welcome to the machine.

Last Friday night, I saw one of the more impressive ring dunkings that I have ever seen. The entire back porch of the Chicken was filled with mainly friends of Super Dave. Others gathered around him behind the back porch to watch. With the crowd growing larger and the pressure mounting, Dave delivered in the clutch by dunking his ring in 25 seconds and somehow not vomiting. It was truly an amazing feat in drinking to witness.

Click here for the animation(603 k) of Super Dave's dunking.

"Who the fuck is that?" (see post below) This was at the Tejas house party on Saturday. Although you can't see it in the picture, he is actually army crawling or something. Whatever the case, it made for great entertainment. What surprises me is that he didn't get arrested because at the party was a bunch of undercover cops. And some of them blended in really well. I kept wondering why the party hadn't been busted because they had no tarps up or anything. I guess if you have some undercovers at your party they won't bust the whole thing. But sucks for people that are underage. So be on the watch for that in Austin.

On Friday I had a hullabaloo at my place. While the place wasn't as hugely crowded as most of my parties (b/c of a lot of other parties going on at the same time), it was nice to have some elbow room. Somehow we managed to go through 3 kegs and all the trashcan punch before 2. I don't really know how that happened. Speaking of 3 kegs, you know what's great about a rental car . . . you can just throw all 3 of them in the back of the car and not worry about fucking things up. I've done a pretty job with the car so far. Any time you start from a stop light the whole car shakes violently for 5 seconds, the tread is about completely gone on all the tires and any time you push the accelerator hard the brake light blinks and beeps.

Hopefully this will be the last set of pictures with my shitty camera (only b/c it's been through 2 pools and many concrete floors) and will no longer have pictures that would have been alright turn into over-exposed ones. Got a new camera coming this week. Oh yea, you can click here to see all the pictures from the weekend.

Zone	Name	Definition
T1	Buzzed	You can tell you've been drinking but aren't significantly effected by the alcohol.
T2	Middle Zone	Originally theorized by Doc, this zone is a transitional period between Buzzed and Golden, and the length of this zone is directly proportional to tolerance.
T3	Golden	You are now drunk, and your vision and motor skills are significantly impaired. You are entertaining to others and not yet offensive.
T4	That Guy	You were in Golden zone, but one inappropriate sexual advance or comment has made you That Guy. You are still entertaining to some, but you are offensive to others.
T5	Who the fuck is that?	You obviously didn't try to make up for the mistakes that made you That Guy. You are offensive to nearly everyone and are too drunk to know. Hopefully, someone is taking you home now.

For centuries(probably) college students have yearned for a unified, definitive method to qualitatively describe a fellow student's level of intoxication. Well, years of scientific research and the 21st Amendment have finally led to the creation of the "TamUt.com Drinking Zones." We have broken down intoxication into five, distinct zones and defined each one. Although the length of each zone will be different for each person, the basic sequence still remains the same. I fully recommend trying to operate in the Golden Zone.

Well, it is been forever since we made a new poll. With the Aggies number one ranked rushing defense going against the Hokies number three ranked rushing offense on Saturday, I figure I should make a poll about that. Check it out, but keep in mind that the Aggies haven't given up a 100 yard game to any back in two years.

The bad news: Blew head gasket in my car. In the shop at least until Thursday

The good news: Warranty covered it all

The really good news: I get a free rental car to destroy.

Went to San Marcos on Friday and unfortunately forgot to bring my camera so I'll just have to give you the highlights in text form. So we're at the square at SWT and we're drinking and chillin' by the pool tables when a girl walks out of the bathroom towards the back of the room. She's walking down the main isle of tables strutin' her stuff when I realized she had a piece of toilet paper stuck on her foot. Then I realized she had not one but two pieces of toilet paper stuck, one to each foot. Everyone around me saw it at about the same time too; I wanted to say something to save face for her, but the damage had already been done. After the square we hit a couple of parties, but the highlight was walking in the parking lot and seeing a 4 foot drier vent attached to the muffler of an Escort. It wasn't really attached but damn did it look funny.

On another note, UT did a pretty good job of beating UNC. I use 'beating' rather than 'pounding' or 'stomping' because we really didn't dominate the way a #3 ranked team should. I think the most encouraging thing I saw was Simms playing much smarter than last year. Gives us some hope for when our schedule actually gets rough.

Oh yea, after reading the last drunken story I posted a little ways down I was really not impressed with it at all. Here is Drunken Story #13, the results of downing an entire bottle of Fireball.

Since it is September 11th, you might have expected us to come up with some sort of fancy tribute to those who lost their lives on September 11th. However, I think there are enough tributes already on the web/tv today in case you need your fix of daily sadness. It has only been one year, and that is definitely not long enough for anyone to forget what happened. As Jon Stewart said on the Daily Show, this would be like having a Civil War reenactment in 1866. The worst idea I saw was on CNN.com. They had a poll up earlier about whether or not September 11th should become a holiday. This is not a day to celebrate. No one is ever going to forget it. Pearl Harbor isn't a holiday, and no one has forgotten that after 50 years. If a holiday were to be created, it would make sense to create one to honor all of the firefighters, policemen, and EMT. Of course, this would be awfully counterproductive since holidays require more firefighters, policemen, and EMT to be at work to combat the drunken fun associated with most American holidays. In short, no one will ever forget this day, and there is no need for the media to constantly remind the masses of it.

And although this day is to forever be associated with sadness, I hope my roomie can still enjoy his 22nd b-day. IM him and send him your b-day wishes.

You make the call on why it's been three weeks since I've contributed to our site. For some reason I haven't had the desire to sit on the computer at all. I've turned into some kind of lazy ass that just parties and plays golf with wiffle balls and ice cubes in my apartment all day, which let me tell you makes for an excellent time.

3 weeks ago I drove from Neenah, WI to Kansas City to Dallas and finally to Austin. To keep myself entertained/sane I kept a little journal of what happened and things I saw along the trip. I think it's pretty good. Here you go:

Day 1

• 10:15am - left gas station in Neenah
• 10:16 - realize I left my directions tacked on wall of apartment
• 10:20 - call to get directions from friend w/ computer
• 10:30 - actually leave, expecting to get lost
• 11:00 - following car to Madison, looks like college kid moving back to school
• 11:05 - pass kid, dumbass drives the speed limit
• 11:35 - LOST
• 11:40 - realize directions are all fucked up, called for better directions
• 12:05 - lets try this again
• 12:48 - hungry
• 1:24 - I wonder if Rhode Island high school's have "State Championships"
• 1:32 - Dairy Queen
• 2:05 - How is it that I've only gone 200 miles in 4 hours?! I'm in 'Dickeyville'
• 2:18 - Goodbye Wisconsin, crossing Mississippi
• 2:50 - I like this small, hilly highway . . . nice scenery
• 3:17 - sleepy
• 3:45 - on big boring highway now
• 4:15 - 6 hours, 9.5 gal and 330 miles later, I'm 90 miles from Des Moines. What the hell is this? . . . only in Iowa . . .
• 4:20 - saw store named "Kum and Go" . . . probably not just a store
• 5:50 - bored. I think you can find "Kiss FM" playing on the radio at any point in the US
• 6:30 - in MO
• 7:47 - 615mi, 10.5 gal gas. The gas pump handle lifts up automatically when you remove the pump, why aren't they all like that?
• 8:100 - there (in KC)

Day 2

• 10:26 - leave
• 10:56 - horrible roads, bounce bounce bounce
• 11:03 - construction next 15 miles, one lane
• 11:25 - out of construction, hit governer 130mph, cruising at 128, weeeeeeee
• 11:35 - 20 miles in 10 minutes, love it. Doing 85 now, no need for a ticket
• 11:36 - just in time too, passed 2 cops
• 11:49 - 10 more miles of construction
• 12:15 - now this is flat land, nothing but grass
• 12:27 - damn cruise doesn't work over 85, who cruises under 85?!
• 1:24 - $4.75 toll booth
• 1:52 - 889 mi, 9gal. Gas and Brahms
• 2:17 - leave Brahms
• 3:17 - Oklahoma sign reads "Road work begains 9-23"
• 3:44 - why is "OU" and not "UO"?
• 3:48 - 1,000 miles
• 5:10 - Cross Red River, first thing you see in TX is adult movie store
• 5:18 - 1122mi, 9gal gas stop
• 6:06 - starting to hit Ft. Worth rush hour
• 6:16 - stop go stop go stop stop stop stop go
• 6:34 - 1145mi, I'm home in Arlington

I didn't do this for the trip to Austin since that's not as bad. Nice that I got about 29 mile/gal the entire trip with the A/C on the whole time. Got to love Neons.

Well I did want to say it's great to be back in the land where the fruit is plentiful and the scenery great if you know what I mean. My frist 3 weeks here I didn't miss a day of drinking. But I am now back to my normal 4-5 day per week drinking schedule. Parties this past weekend where awesome. Great to be back with all my good friends and buddies.

To end things off, how about a newly submitted drunken story? I present to you " Drunken Story #12. If you got a good one, send it in!

Saturday brought the opening of a new party place, The Whore House. I know what you're thinking...it's called The Whore House because Alan and his roomies keep a large amount of British harlots in the basement. Actually, it is called The Whore House because it really does look like a whore house. I'll get better pics of it later. The place even has its own parking lot. Alan and Emily sure seemed to enjoy Alan's crazy Swampfrog punch. I had my share of punch, but I also sipped on a little Courvoisier. Without the Courvoisier, I just wouldn't be able to answer people's romantic queries. And of course, no night would be complete without a drunken rendition of "Piano Man." A mini Yell Practive was even held in the kitchen. Too bad the pics of that didn't turn out so well. Good times were had by all.

And now after a three week absence, here's Matt.

If any of you were at Northgate on Friday, you probably saw Erin(next to a smiling Super Dave above) drinking legally at a bar for the first time. The night started with a little pre-drinking at Erin's apt before we took the group to Northgate. As is becoming customary, some ladies recognized me from the site and needed their pic on TamUt. There was the token chick handing out neon Miller Lite buttons. And of course, no night would be complete without Kate chugging beer straight out of the pitcher and then grabbing the b-day girl's breasts. The complete pics can be found here. More pics will come once Erin develops and scans her pics.

Tomorrow, pics shall come from a party at Alan's new place, The Whore House.

If you are in Aggieland and need a centralized source for drink specials, then look no further than AggieNights.com. AggieNights provides an extensive list of drink specials and a lot of helpful links. Make sure and check it out.

Tonight, Princess Erin finally turns 21. Make sure and IM her and wish her a Happy 21st. I'd also look for her dancing on a table at one of the finer drinking establishments in the Bryan/College Station area.

Yeah, I know the semester started a couple days ago, but I have been sick and too lazy to post. So, here it goes. We broke in The New Bar on Friday night with some people, some liquor, and a keg of Doc's chocolate lager. I don't care what people said about that beer...it was 8% alcohol per volume and had a nice aftertaste. The pic above is from the party, and I honestly can't tell you any of the people's names. I do know that one of them lives across the hall, but that's as good as I can do. The rest of the pics can be found here.

For those of you that really dig buddy icons, here are some TamUt ones. We even provide icons related to the football games so that you don't forget them.

And now, here's Roy.