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.

TNY and TBR... we're like this

You may remember my ramblings on allowing the tea-baggers to secede. Today, quite serendipitously, I was listening to my pod casts and found that I have a friend in the New Yorker.

While Mr. Hertzberg may have put it a little more eloquently, he and I are on the same page. Moral of the story: I should write for the New Yorker and the South should be let go.

TBR: http://buskusreport.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-are-all-these-people-so-in-to-tea.html

TNY: http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2009/05/04/090504taco_talk_hertzberg

Thank You, Local News!

And now, the news in reviews...

Your dreams make me sad Cheryl Hintze
Soccer moms are taking to the parking lots to celebrate the opening of a new Target in Sun Prairie. Little do they know, there are already 3 Targets in Madison.

Our very own NBC15.com investigates:

Target Stores are bucking the bad economy and opening new locations across the country including bringing nearly 200 jobs to the Madison area.

Taking a cue from Badger Saturdays, a group of Sun Prairie mothers are partying in anticipation. It is a big day at the new Target in Sun Prairie but long before this very average store opening hits, the parking lot is playing host to a quite unique party. It is the furthest you can get from a men's tailgate party. No beer guzzling or burping here, this one is women only.

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It is a tent and table that have seen a lot of tailgating action for things like Badger Games but never has a group pulled out all the stops like this for a department store. Kostelnik says, "I was handing out the flyer and people were laughing at me so yeah, I think they thought we were crazy." Close to two dozen women flow in and out, many of them stay at home moms just waiting for the doors to open.

Tailgater Cheryl Hintze says, "I'm so excited. To have shopping within two miles of my home is a dream."

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At a party like this how could you not? When all is said and done the Sun Prairie store will employee 180 people.

We've Got Some Competition

http://www.02.01.snc1.facebook.com/pages/Buskus/35550531221

For God and Country, after feast, after sex

TBR Breakdown of Obama and Rebuttal

I think it's interesting to see how Obama's campaign theme has continued to run through his first 36 days of his presidency. I'm on the hope theme, but it's sort of hard to buy it when I turn on the news, check the stock market, or think about Detroit. Obama says the right things, but in fairly vague terms. Frankly though, I wasn't really paying attention, I couldn't stop staring at that fox, Nancy Pelosi. She's a vision in green.

How about the rebuttal? First all, how did Louisiana get a Rhodes Scholar to go to their state? I'm pretty sure this guy took voice lessons from Kenneth, the page.



He spent a lot of time talking about how he and Obama have diverse backgrounds... thanks dipshit, I'm not blind. I particularly appreciated his yarn about his sheriff buddy and Katrina. Break his point down... I'm from India, don't trust government... lower taxes for businesses, tax credit for home buyers, Democrats are big spenders, drill for oil, TER-ROAR!, Amerrrrrica... don't monitor volcanoes, etc. Look buddy, clearly we need volcano monitoring.

To be serious for a minute, the Indian guy made a couple points I typically agree with. Unfortunately, he did it in the hick-ass way Republicans tend to do shit. I don't necessarily agree with everything the Prez sez, but I'm impressed by his ability to play well with others, especially given his massive political capital.

WHERE IS MY TV?!

Dear FCC:
I watch TV using a rooftop antenna and/or rabbit ears. On February 17th, I abruptly stopped receiving analog reception. One minute, I'm happily watching infomercials on Fox 47 then out of the blue, no more analog signal... what the fuck? What's going on here?

I have received absolutely no warning and now I can't watch TV. What the hell am I supposed to do to get my free network TV back?

Friday Night Fun

If anyone would like to get drunk with me tomorrow night, I'm planning on celebrating the fact that I am now 1/3 of the way to the venerable and ironic age of 69. Ironic? Yes, because when you're that old, no one's gonna want to do it with you.

Apparently not Northrax?

For Buskus:

NEW YORK (WABC) -- A New Jersey factory that makes fenugreek seeds was the source of the mystery syrupy smell that wafted from time to time over New York City.

"Given the evidence, I think it's safe to say that the Great Maple Syrup Mystery has finally been solved," said Mayor Bloomberg. "I want to thank the City's environmental protection and emergency workers, as well as their colleagues in the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection, for their diligence in finding the source of the smell, which was a lot like finding a needle in a haystack. Air samples taken by DEP have confirmed that the odor in New York City was an ester associated with fenugreek seed processing. The Health Department confirmed that the odor does not pose a health risk, but I am pleased to know that our OEM and DEP smelling sleuths got to the bottom of this mystery." The International Frutarom Corporation factory in North Bergen was tracked down to be the source.

The city Department of Environmental Protection dispatched a team of inspectors earlier this month after the city's 311 system was deluged with calls from New Yorkers reporting the mysterious scent drifting through parts of upper Manhattan and Queens.

In 2005, hundreds of people in New York and across the river in New Jersey reported the strangely seductive odor.

At the time, Bloomberg said a slew of agencies - the NYPD, the Office of Emergency Management and the Health Department - investigated the scent and found nothing toxic or links to terrorism.

Happy 4th of July

This is goin out to you, from someecards.com, "when you care enough to hit send."

Happy July, Losers.

Well, I figured it was probably my duty to welcome the new month in, on account of the fact that most you of dudes have been keeping a low profile lately. Here are some interesting facts about July:

• On this day in 1963, the government introduced the zip code. If you didn't know, zip is actually an acronym for "zone improvement plan".
• July 16, 1951 saw the release of Salinger's timeless Catcher in the Rye.
• July 4, 1776. Nothing Much.
• July 20, 1969. First moon landing. Probably fake.

Dazzle your party guests with your astounding intellect and reservoir of useless trivia. But don't rattle this off to me or I'll call you out on it. Jerks.

EDIT: As the man who knows everyones birthday has pointed out, the moon landing actually occured on 7/20/69, not 7/20/60 as previously reported. In the future, I promise to be more careful when I copy dates from wikipedia.

The Hulk Rejoins The Living

Hello World, I'm alive! After being on a semi-nocturnal schedule for about a month, I'm back and better than ever.

For the first time in quite some time, I awoke with the fluttering and chirping of birds, the smell of morning buns, and the bone-rattling ruckus from construction.

Dawn is truly a magical time. It is the offspring of an age old ritual, a courtship dance between sun and moon, day and night, light and dark, Apollo and Artemis. Like dusk, it is a time when the world is alight with an mystical, hazy light. It is at dawn when all things are truly possible.

I eagerly await the remainder of the day, yet I will be sad to see the dawn go. I'll look forward to tomorrow, when the day begins to come alive again and the sun returns from its nightly slumber and slowly peak its head out from its resting place, much like poop that peeks out from your anus when you really have to take a dump.

Welcome JZ

We've got a sexy new contributor. He likes chipoltle peppers and knows Trader Joe's better than I do. Welcome!

Poll Results: What The Fuck Happened To Town

The polls are closed, the votes have been tabulated, and there is an overwhelming agreement that Town has been lost in an extended phone sex conversation with Cory. I think Cory is in Spain, so I hope those long-distance bills aren't killing them... the sex must be good.

wtf?

Alright, who changed the colors?

TBR News

Pat yourselves on the back contributors, we're now the number one listing if you google "klee irwin slider". According to my quick statistical figuring, that should net us 1 page view every 25.9 years.

Sweet.