Plans?

My weekend with the fairies

So the weekend of my birthday, I was stuck in Seattle for work. I was pretty bummed out, but we caught a limo from the airport which, let's face it, is pretty badass.

As the driver helped me with my bags, I saw a weird group of people on the corner. They had wings and tights, but you know, Seattle's got some weird dudes so I paid it no mind.

When I got into the hotel, they were everywhere... FairyCon West was being held at our hotel. I couldn't stop giggling, greatest thing that could happen for a bro who has to troubleshoot computer stuff at 3am on his birthday instead of drinking.

Also, the fairies were awesome... Way better than the conference the next weekend... Better Bricks?

Party like it's 2009

Since Joe is breathing life back into the report I figure it's my responsibility to chase everyone away. It's been 2 years since the last Dance Party Friday and consequently there's been a lot of stupid dancey internet crap that I have had to keep to myself.

So here's Bjork dancing with a cat, in gif and youtube form.

TBR - 2 years later

As the Madison contingency continues to shrink and members of our fraternal order leave to piss on other parts of the world, I turned back to TBR to see what happened to the last two years and how this day snuck up on me.


For a period of time, TBR (and it's predeccesor, MKDC) served as a central hub for communication outside of cell phones, facebook, and smoke signals. Old posts highlight Terrace drinking, epic (and not-so-epic) nights, and pop culture references that chronicle a Golden Era in Madison. It was a time of change and opportunity, marked by good beer, good music, late nights, and communal hangovers. A time where anything was possible and little was determined.

College is nearly 4 years gone for me now. I turn 26 tomorrow and am now undeniably approaching adulthood. I've averaged 70 hours a week over the last 2 years and spent roughly a third of that time in a hotel room. During that time, JZ rode west; New York picked up Uptown and Slider, but through a ridiculous trade, Uptown landed in the cities; Greg's in the mountains; and Grebutron's on his way to Ohio or Canada or somewhere. We lost the hydroSlamponic and JC to Starcraft and porn, the Buskus to the East Side, and I've got one foot on the Square and the other on a plane.


Although this particular chapter may have come to a close, I can't help but look forward to what the future has in store for the former residents of Orchard, Breese, Johnson, and Hamilton, the OF Regulars, the Moose-Nuts-Dart-Throwers, the Helen C Bird Watchers, the Cyclists, the Settlers, The SEXpirementers, and the Tripod-in all it's permutations.


To that end, you may see me posting from time to time on the TBR to help chronicle the new era.


Welcome to the era of the Madison Diaspora. I hope to see you all soon.