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December 14, 2008

OFTOT's Steelers Gameday Liveblog...


Wait, you mean to tell me the FCC's Office of Media Relations' primary responsibility is to serve as liason to the media? So it's NOT just a clever name, then?

You see, this is my hell for the next four days.

Oh well, at least we're ready to rumble! I'm not going to lie, I'm a tad nervous right now.

HERE WE GO, STEELERS! HERE WE GO!

December 13, 2008

OFTOT Week In Review - Week 15...

If I have to read one more word about Legislation and Regulation, I'm going to start cutting myself. Seriously. I'm [effing] over it. Thursday cannot come soon enough!

Anyways, here's your Week 15 in review...

1. Sunday - we dropped the latest installment of [Unnamed] Steelers Pregame show on y'all. At what point do you think we actually name this thing?

2. Monday - we relished in contributing to Tony Romo's continually poor December performances and then unfurled this week's Outtake reel. There were some good ones in there, I gotta admit.

3. Tuesday - we verbally felated the Ravens for a bit and then moved on to applauding Jenny Craig.

4. Wednesday - we shared stories about angry, spiteful Ravens fans and then I got all philosophical on your asses. Apologies again for that one...

5. Thursday - It's a Steelers beard-off! Where would YOU rank 'em? Yeah, and some...stuff? About like Franco's Cheese Pizza or something. Who knows?

6. Friday - Oops, me company xmas party and study day precluded me morning post, and then Terrell Suggs vs. Ray Lewis in a battle of dickfaces. Who ya got?

7. Oh yeah, and we poked fun at the rest of the division and also J Peezy. Well, ok, not so much the BenGALs. But I think I'm calling time of death on them for this season. So don't expect that to change anytime soon.

Er...let's see, riffs...uh, well I didn't go to work yesterday, so I didn't think about this at all. Um, how about...

1. Time Is Running Out - Muse
2. Wait Up - Q-Tip
3. Scentless Apprentice - Nirvana
4. If Your Mother Only Knew - Rahzel (Do yourself a favor and go watch the video of this)
5. Devil In Jersey City - Coheed and Cambria

Bonus selection...
The Show - Slick Rick and Doug E Fresh

Unfortch, no show tomorrow. But yes, liveblog. See y'all around 4:10 PM Eastern, be there or be a Ravens fan.

Back to this nerdy bullshit...

December 11, 2008

Your Daily Dose of FAIL! From OFTOT...



People who take the elevator one floor = FAIL!

Are you serious? Listen up, man. Our building has these things on either side of the floor called stair cases, and I assure you, your ID works to open those doors as well. So there's no need for you to get on at the 5th floor, only to get right back off at the 6th and extend my elevator riding time an extra 15 seconds. Don't you know I'm trying to get back upstairs so I can attack this delicious salad (I know, I know) I've procured for myself? Get your mind right, jagoff! The stairs are your friends.

Chicks with gay best friends = Also, FAIL!

Here's the problem, here. It's not that you HAVE a gay best friend. That's totally cool. It's that you bring him out to bars and what not with you, and unless he's dressed in an extremely flamboyantly gay fashion, or trying to touch my ass, I have no way of knowing that he's not your boyfriend. And if I am to assume that any dude you're out with IS your boyfriend, in the absence of evidence to the contrary, I can't very well try and chat you up, now, can I? Of course, this assumes I had some intention of chatting you up in the first place, which is most likely not the case, because I'm a total puss when it comes to chicks. But look, you get the idea. Whatever happened to chicks traveling in packs? I guess we all left that in College? I propose that if you're a single chick, and you're going to venture out to the bar with your dude friend who likes other dudes, that you have him wear some sort of indicator, maybe like a little lighthouse beacon, or like a sherrif's badge, I don't know, I'm just spitballin' here. But something to let me know that it's a green light and he's just there for companionship. That, or I could just stop being such a pussy. But we all know that isn't going to happen anytime soon, so...sort it out, chickadees.

/end daily afternoon rant

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