What Kevin did during the summer between Irish C Years 1 and 2

After a delicious Alma School Chipotle special lunch with Lewis, we started talking about my devious plan of Summer 2001 to separate Yuppies from their money. The concept was to paint abstract expressionist art, describe it in a sickingly pretentious manner, and sell them on ebay. Well, the plan pretty much worked, and by the end of the summer I had made a few hundred bucks and I had paintings in 5 states. Here are a couple of the paintings that sold. Trust me, anyone can do it, and who knows, they might be worth a lot upon my death.

Barackin' America

http://www.bondellifortempe.com/Barack.html

New Year's 2005

In the spirit of having fun here is a photo from New Year's 2005. After our annual tradition of Outback Steakhouse, things kicked into high gear at Tim and Josh's house where a champagne toast heralded in the New Year. I propose a trip to Vegas this year to ring in 2006 in style. Post your thoughts on this suggestion....cause as you know what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!

Fun and games activity time

Hi, everybody! If you're as bored as I am, you'll enjoy this fun activity. With the help of the Internet Anagram Server, I found out that you can spell some sick stuff by rearranging the letters in the names of people who used to live in Irish, and you wouldn't believe how many people's names can be rearranged to spell anal. Have fun trying to figure out who's who.

anal air fib

her slut job

a fun anal rot

I tag men

a crib entry

he mad ass

I, greater dick

goof beefing

on her fine sin

paw deli runs

a skier belched

Joe often honk dad

evil oink blend

anal wang era

Have you solved them all? Congratulations on your newfound awesomeness! Don't ruin it for everybody by posting the answers, but feel free to post sick anagrams of your own!

Halloween 2005

Big ups to the Roodmeister for posting these Halloween photos on his Mac homepage. Click here to see some Irish C alums in their most revealing costumes yet.

Halloween '04

A few of us got together last Halloween, and some Irish C alums pu together the best set of theme costumes I've ever seen.

It was a high-steaks evening for Garret.

Sara went as Gretchen from "Mean Girls," and, believe it or not, one guy actually recognized that Alana was supposed to be Paris Hilton.

I spent a bunch of money to have retractable adamantium claws grafted to my unbreakable skeleton.

Pac Man (Geoff) devours one of those pesky ghosts (Lewis).

All four ghost costumes, which were worn by Lewis, Adam, John Winkler and Kevin (pictured) were fully reversible. Ghosts change color when Pac Man eats a power pellet.

Surprise! It's Mad Dawg!

Rood, as Hef, poses with Catwoman (Garret's little sister Lindsay).

The hot referee was not happy we made her pose with Hef. After the party, Lewis was about five minutes away from nailing this chick when Geoff flipped out and made him leave her apartment. Illegal block in the cock, Mad Dawg, fifteen yards, automatic first down!

Tonight's another Halloween party. Hopefully more costumes soon. And maybe some more classics. If anybody else has pix, let's see 'em!

Big Tips

One of the great things about living in Irish C was that you could always turn to somebody for advice. Whether you needed somebody to critique a Human Event essay, answer some questions about the opposite sex or expound upon the significance of McDonaldland characters (and their food counterparts and similarities to H.R. Puffinstuff), Irish C was busting with geniuses ready to close their textbooks (or, more likely, to put down their N64 controllers) and help you out.

In the spirit of that, I'm using this blog to compile some advice for a fellow Irish C-er.

Due to the sensitive nature of the subject, I can't name this guy by name, so here are some hints as to who he is:

• His nicknames included "the whiney bitch" and "Junior Mint."
• He once drank an entire red cup of Parrot Bay and blew $350 at Dream Palace Cabaret.
• He really tried his damnedest to be everybody's best friend and was a pretty damn good friend to all of us.
• His name rhymes with "Madam Mess."

The weekend before Halloween, this guy's got a special lady coming to visit him. As we are all possessed of the sagest of sage advice, we should use the comment section of this post to give our main man some tips on how to make the weekend unforgettable (and seal the freakin' deal so as not to wind up like Steve Carrell's character in this summer's blockbuster hit comedy).

In your comments, please remember that our main man will probably be attending costume parties that weekend, and he lives in a house with a three gross dudes (no offense, gross dudes).

So let the advice pour fourth like a warm maple syrup. You know he'd do the same for you if you needed help.

For Those About To Rock

There was a party at Lindsey and Darcy's house last year, and a bunch of us decided to rock out as hard as we could. Can you determine which one of us rocked the hardest?

Alana of Nazareth

South Park (Josh, Adam, Derek, Alana, Lewis)

A Koef riddle

What do Koef, a pizza box and a 1960s cartoon fantasy have in common?

Click here to find out!

Fool Josh twice, shame on Rood

After Bone's epic post, I remembered that Josh falls for the old shaving cream on the hand trick every time! In the classic photos below, Ryan Reed (aka Rood, Rooder, his Roodness, or El Rooderino, if you're not into the whole brevity thing) and I demonstrate the easiest way to execute this classic prank - do it to Josh!

For those of you who don't know Rood, he was best buddies with Josh at Centennial High School in Peoria, Ariz. He attended Glendale Community College for two years while the rest of us were having the time of our lives in Irish, although he did stop by once or twice. He went on to live with me, josh and Derek in a house where, if you're worth a damn, you've been to a few solid parties. He was nicknamed Rood for his complete lack of table manners.

But enough of that, here's what you've been waiting for:


Rood makes an amazing but not-altogether-surprising discovery. Josh has passed out while sitting up again!


You'll see I'm using Edge moisturizing shave gel. Only the best for Josh.



A piece of straw from a sombrero makes an excellent nose-tickling device. You should be taking notes.



Creams himself with both hands! Textbook perfect!

Pumpkin Head Man

Who could ever forget the great lynching of the evil pumpkin man? The struggle, the kidnapping, searching the internet to find out how to tie a proper noose. McGonigle on the roof. The guy trying to clean the Irish B Rox thinking it was spraypaint and his delight when he realized it was delicious hot sauce. Let's not forget the strategically placed stolen umbrella or the fact that the police were called.

JOSH GETS PUNKED PART II

JOSH AFTER!

JOSH GETS PUNKED PART I

JOSH BEFORE!

Dinners....and?

With the loss of the Tim, Josh, and Derek party house Irish C lost its gathering spot. True, that may still exist with the house on 17th place, but where is the love? Meaning this, when we do gather, we go to dinner, maybe get a drink....is that all people do in their 20s? I've found the last few times silence comes easily because there is less to talk about, less we actually do together. Where are the speed bumps to be stolen, paper towels to be smoked, trips to be taken? Our group activities have greatly decreased since college, even since Freshman year. Its kind of sad really, but the point is we should have a great Halloween party to get everyone riled up about...or not...anyone have any suggestions? This Sunday Vince Vaughn is hosting a Wild West Comic Show, I kid you not, so thought I'd let you guys know that was in town, weird combo, but should be funny.

Community standards

Freshman year, in the carefree days when men were boys and the quality of life in Irish C was maintained by a very active Acquisitions Committee, RA Katie Krenitz asked us to come up with a set of community standards.

We came to a consensus on one standard: Don't be a dick.

There were times when we broke that rule. I think it's pretty safe to say we all did it. I, for example, had a night where I either spit or puked on every single person in the hall. But, for the most part, we did what we could to make amends. And most of us remembered the rule.

At past sporting events, Lewis established himself to be the "topical heclker," once telling a hockey goalie he was as mobile as Terry Schiavo. Distasteful as it may sound, I'll admit it was funny.

Now, Lewis has chosen to equate the Washington Huskies' 56-17 loss to Cal on Saturday to a heartbreaking Getty Images photo of a Hurricane Katrina victim.

I'm not in the business of censorship. You can post whatever you want in this blog. You can be as nice, as mean, as s sincere or as ridiculous as you want. You can try as hard as you want to be funny or shocking or whatever the hell Lewis was going for.

When we lived in Irish, we didn't follow the rules much (except, of course, the "no alchol" rule), and it would violate the spirit of Irish to start imposing rules for this blog.

I only ask that when we're posting, we try to follow the standard we agreed on back in the day.

Don't be a dick.

The Odyssey and the Ecstasy

I feel like I should post something.
Here's what's been up-

1. I was in the hospital for a week in august with a virus, most likely west nile.
2. My long hair is, at long last, gone.
3. I've been e-mailing Dean Steitz back and forth a lot lately and will post his tales shortly.

I've addressed this stuff in my blog, so rather than re-typing it all here, you can read more details at incredibleeagle.com. And, I've been getting good feedback on this awesome before-and-after montage, so here you go...

Sadly, this has just turned into a shameless, narcissistic plug.

hurricanes, bruce campbell

so while i'm stuck in an office doing busywork about windstorms that aren't happening, my buddy D is out on this cool experiment called RAINEX and she's flyin' in the hurricanes!



you can look at the rest of the pictures here

oh and i met bruce campbell awhile ago but he wouldn't pose with me (he said he wasn't my trained monkey or something) but he did write "swallow this!" in my book. since i first saw Evil Dead in Irish C, i figured this was blog appropriate... pshaw.

New York City

Hey, good idea Tim about this blog. And you guys are definitely right about Irish being random. But, I've found the best things in life are often random, I mean how many people who lived in dorms at ASU are still good friends? Anyway I am off to New York City this weekend, I left Derek a message to get in touch while I'm there, and if so I'll update on our fellow Irish resident since he's probably living things up Big Apple style as opposed to desert freakin hot sweaty style.

And they're off ...

Big ups to those of you who have signed up within like five minutes of getting an e-mail from me. I've tried to invite everyone I can think of from the olde Irish set, but I'm missing some key people (Fiala, Senor Smoko, Salty Matt, Crazy Ben, Karl to name a few), and it's hard to say if all my e-mail addresses are up to date.

So please spread the word. I guess I'm the blog administrator, but if anyone else wants admin status, let me know.

In the meantime, if you've got scans of any classic Irish moments (Josh, I know you do), I'd love to see some photos up in here.

And yeah, Koef, I thing Irish had to be some kind of carefully-orchestrated experiment. Tough to say if it was U.S. government, some supersecret society, aliens, or maybe God making a bet with the devil, but I can't believe it's a coincidence.

Second posting...

I think lew may be right about the craziness of irish being intentional. Perhaps teddy D just wanted to see what happened when he threw a bunch of intelligent weirdos together and combined them with some volatile older studnets (dont forget the meyhem that travis and co. caused). Regardless it was certainly a good time and fun to be a part of.

Wonder what Dean is up to these days?
And what about Angela? Anyone hear from her?

I'm heading back to germany in september. For those of you who saw me on my brief stay there in tempe, it was nice hanging out. I hope to be back again someday, and that a few of you will be too.
And if any of you guys find yourselves out europe way, drop me a line...be nice to see how you cats turned out. :-)

oh, and props to Tim for this idea

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