NBC's Heroes Leads Comeback for the Network

No. I dont read the Neilson ratings. But judging on the recent success of Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy, I had to think ABC has had their way witht he other networks these past couple of years.

And with CSI and the NFL driving CBS, NBC coold ill-afford to leave law and order by its lonesome, though NBC's comedies are killer. see Earl and The Office. Still, Friends is long gone. I knew the network heads were looking for something to counter grey's success, so they birth Conviction in the spring--which I liked. It was sort of a grey's with prosecutorial lawyers. Of course, they ran it on friday nights and it was destined to fail. And it did.

But they came hard with their fall line-up. And I have really enjoyed Heroes and Friday Night Lights. They finally jumped back into televising the NFL which has been a huge success. Madden+Flex Schedules equals serious viewers. Even better, NBC.com is streaming all of the Heroes and Friday Night Light Episodes from the fall during the next couple of weeks. Check it out. And have a happy new year.

Day 1.75 of Spring Break Cont'd: Embarkation

We had heard the warnings from previous carnival patrons:

"Embarkation is a long and difficult process. You start to feel like your at Six Flags with all the lines. Just be ready."

So for those of you still following at home, we did what any other dude faced with such a daunting task would have done--we got liquored up just beforehand.

What followed our alcohol comsumption was an insatiable desire to scream "hey girl" at every passing female between the ages of 14 (give or take) and 36. At the loading dock. In line. In stairwells. Every single one. And there were a lot of families, which meant that you were pissing off alot of dads in the process. Not that any of us cared, but we probably could have toned it down a little.

Lassiter thought it may be better if his compadres devised a plan so as to not tip off the innocent young women or there huge dad in the process of cat calling.

(1) IPODS ON- Everybody must put there Ipods on and do an abridged version of the dirty swivel so it looks like you are only interested in the next line Nate Dogg is about to sing, and not on the young lady who is coming back down the row to your left. Beboping to an Ipod is like talking on your cell phone as you enter a college football game...no security guard is going to be rude enough to break up your conversation just to see if you have a couple of pints of whiskey down your pants. By the same ticket, no dad is going to cold-cock you in the middle of the embarkation line for checking out his daughter...he wouldn't dare interrupt you as you enjoy eminem asking everyone to "shake that ass" for him.

(2) WE MUST GO STEALTH UNTIL WE GET ONTO BOAT- Secondly, the Hey Girl/YG code should probably be implemented, with a few variances. Once this boat ships off, our margin of error goes up considerably. Let us discuss the different levels of girls you hope to scope.

(A) HGWMG -the ideally spotted girl during embarkation. The "HEY GIRL, with more Girls." Because there is safety in numbers, as we all know. Its also a dead give away that they are on a spring break trip and want to party. So far, these sightings had been few and far between.
(B) HGWOD-A lesser desired spotting. The "HEY GIRL, with other dudes." But the team couldnt possibly be that down after catching one of these lovely ladies. Why, you ask? Because those dudes are not as cool as us, and they look like they might just be brothers. You gotta Keep the faith.
(C) HGWF- The least desirable, but certainly not a bad sighting at this point in the trip. The HEY GIRL with Family. We had seen alot of these girls thus far, which certainly didnt bode well for the week.

(END LASSITER DIRECTIONS FOR SUCCESSFUL EMBARKATION)

Still in good spirits despite a multitude of HGWF's, we obtained our sign and sail cards and walked up the ramp towards the hull of our ship. What better time to start a BCRB...but despite our jubilance a shadow of questions still loom.

Could it be just us and a thousand or so families? Is this a trap--did Chandler paln this trip seeking to get us each arrested for statutory rape? Where is the f'ing bathroom? Stay tuned, as all these questions, and a whole lot more, will soon be answered...

Can WitterOn Continue?

It has been a long time since I've posted on my own blog. But I feel the need to breathe some life back into WitterOn. i doubt I'll post everyday, but I rarely keep a journal so this is a pretty good way to vent, think, etc.

Feel free to comment if you'd like, but this blog is really a way for me to archive my thoughts, and its pretty cool to go back and see what your feelings were about an event or situation that happened long ago.

I kind of feel like a blog is too self-serving--Like anyone cares what I think, but all though i struggle with that, I want to write something, so I will.

If there were a "Dude" Blog....

Would people post? At the advice of snyder, I am thinking about creating one, and giving the password to create posts to everyone i deem a dude.

Who thinks this could work? Lays blog would continue, but those of us who cant blog daily could consolidate...

Suggestions?

"If that's moving up, then I'm moving out."

Thew is gone. My stuff has been tucked away to storage, and I am living in my parents' house for the first time in three years--a pretty serious lifestyle hit, even if it is only for two weeks.

But there is a couple of life lessons to be learned here, kids. #1 Don't move in with someone who may be getting married in the near future and plans to live in the house you are currently occupying. #2 If you should find yourself in that unenviable position, don't wait till finals to begin calling realtors (P.S. when you find yourself answering the guy's "when do you want to move in" question with, "How bout tomorrow?" Yeah, thats usually not going to work out, either.").

But all is not lost. Lakeridge is the best neighborhood to jog around in all of clinton, and the food is a little better at home. And for those of you who are worried about the dudes not being able to congregate anymore--Thew and I will have a new place at the 1st of the month. Which means we can late night after Lay's wedding there. Hey Yo!

The Facebook goes Baptist!

That's right, doubters. Thanks to the single handed hard work of yours truly--all those with a valid Miss College email may now become apart of the craze that is THE FACEBOOK.

Who will be my friend?

Just Another Reminder...

of how old we all are.

My beautiful sister Emily will be graduating from high school in less than a month. She is pictured here corraling the family dog--the ancient, incomparable bear.


My sister will complain that this isnt a good photo--i think its funny since neither one of use seem to be able to keep our mouths closed for a picture. Great picture of Bear this is the most attentive he's looked in a decade.

Finals Loom; Futures Hang in the Balance

For most everyone, a closed-book law school final would prove too stressful. In a final, a professor has free reign to ask anything about any concept that may or may not have been covered sometime during the semester and your are supposed to apply principles of law to the given factual representations set forth in a disastrously long hypothetical which makes this intentionally wordy sentence look like "see spot run."

The task becomes increasingly difficult when you have absolutely no idea what the professor is talking about. You begin to look back at those thursday nights at Cozumel or that 2:00 in the morning jaunt to the casinos, those hours of watching reruns of Head of the Class--in short, you begin to question the very things that made you the person you are today (just kidding, meddling parents).

Your flashbacks embody the sad, wasteful behavior that, at least in theory, should have left you once you graduated from college. Now you are supposed to act with a certain level of responsibility and restrain yourself from spending three hours checking out college girls at the healthplex, or playin ping pong uninvited at chucktarlos'.

In the back of your mind, you believe you've come back with a vengeance in the last couple of weeks leading up to the exam, that youve learned everything that was expected of you during the semester, that you may somehow pull an "A" out of this particular course.

But deep inside you know better, your intelligence is trumped by months of unprecedented laziness masquerading as "inattentiveness" in class, and "boredom" that leads you to putting away your casebooks while watching the news at home. Your GPA is a slow-motion train wreck, and its costing you thousands of dollars in future earnings.

Then you think back to skiing in Utah, the Coast Trip, shimmels, sunday night 3 dollar movies, bransen, running out of gas on the way to atlanta, super bowl parties, blogging disagreements, southpark/chappelle wednesday nights, softball tourneys, 80s bands @ left field lounge, the boom boom, valentines dinners, countless televised college bball games during the month of march, and mayors trophy losses capped off with too many hot wings.


Then you smile with no regrets, and begin to write.

Thanks for an awesome semester, everybody. May this summer be even better.