Go Jim, Its ya Birfday

Happy Birthday, Jim. And it falls on a Friday(Let's Get it Started blaring in background)--coincidence, I think not. I hope your day is like "Prince served us pancakes" cool.

Alex Was Sorely Dissappointed Last Night...

when none of the dudes showed up at the Cozumel. I told him Buck would rather play cards and that Cray had to be at work by 1:00 pm today.


As for the rest of you, what's your story? We were forced to hang out with The Donnas (which was nice) and the Calverts. Oh, and Swalm. Anyway, just pray that Cozumel is still in business next tursday night when you are thirsty for a 99 cent brew...and use this opportunity to think about what you've done

Attache Victory Garners Award for YG Hopeful

The nationally reknown Attache' Showchoir, behind the leadership of WitterOn's YG hopeful of the month, Caroline Lenoir, won their first competition of the 2006 season over the weekend.


Reliable sources tell WitterOn that Attache' swept the award ceremony--taking home best vocals, best choreography, best opener, and best pit. The showchior competition was held in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, and despite rumors to the contrary, was not sponsored by Anheiser-Busch.

Caroline, 17, is an avid lover of dogs, guys named Andrew (easy, Gertig), and fine jewelry. Her love for the latter might have something to do with the experience she has gained working in her father's local jewelry store (see pic).

As of right now, she plans to attend Mississippi College in the fall (Scalp 'em Chocs--Josh Kyle). Also, Caroline was robbed in last month's Clinton High School beauty and Beau pageant. Someone close to the scene called the night's events a complete "travishimocary."

Just when you dudes thought you had nothing in common with young Caroline, she also loves Mary Kate and Ashley Olson. As Paris and Thew would say, "That's hot."

Some of you might know Caroline as fellow dude Chandler Lenoir's little sister. If I may quote someone really cool, "those are the two most beautiful siblings I know."

Her YG status now hinges on an unanimous dude vote (Chandler must abstain).

The Lost Dudes: Volume #1

"I can tell I'm home by the way they're drivin', the pace is slow and the air is clear..." God Bless This Town, Marshall Dyllon.
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Yes, its a far cry from any Absence of Concern lyric, but it was the fame accompanying Marshall Dyllon that took Martin from us--I guess the two bands are anything but mutually exclusive.

Every dude listened to the above song and automatically thought Martin was visualizing us, even though he had absolutely nothing to do with the songwriting on MD's most- anticipated, self-titled debut album.

We oft joke of the dude that brought lines such as "WHEEY DE FEHHH!" and the timeless, "gotta go, fellas. it's beer-thirty and I'm late."

But when push came to shove, not even Martin's alpha-male Flanagan was enough to keep him from following his brother Paul to Nashville. His year and a half taste of the limelight has kept him chasing the "impossible dream" of stardom--a chore that just couldn't be balanced with the time-crunch being a dude entails. And once he met John Dre' and the boys, with their undeniably superior acoustic abilities and spiked hair (though Cray and Chandler have one tooth and nail with those guys as far as hair products are concerned), there was little we could do.

I think I speak for the entire dude nation when I say that I miss Martin. But his continued absence begs the following interior monologue--"Is my own dudedom for life? Can the other dudes vote me out with a simple majority, or must it be unanimous? Must you be an original member to acquire complete dudeness. Did we leave the bylaws at Flanagan's?"

Please, commemorate Martin, and chime in on the questions posed. And stay tuned for another exciting edition of "The Lost Dudes."

Buy or Sell?

Chandler will be wearing this shirt next weekend.

Feb. 11-13: Weekend In Review

I spent the meal distracting Nicole while Josh Kyle poured the wine.


HEYOOO

Buck, quit fighting with the girls we know.


See where playiing nice gets you.

The Future of the MS Bar. As scary as that sounds.

Random Musings on Friendship, Character

Can I preface everything by saying whomever thinks talent and pop culture no longer go hand and hand need only find Alicia Keys and Jamie Foxx's tribute to Ray Charles at tonights grammies? As I think back to the movie Ray, and listen to Alicia belt out the last reprise of If I Aint got you--well, they (Keys and Foxx) are both truly remarkable.

Now I channel to and fro between the Grammy's and the best reality show on television, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. When you watch people cry over the simple things--"We have a fireplace. Oh my God, a dishwasher!" It's the only reality show that chooses to focus on the beauties of the human spirit, and so long as I'm watching tv on sunday nights, I'll tune in every week in support of something like that. Oddly enough, ABC then does a complete 'bout face by showing Desperate Housewives, but I guess if I really thought about it, I'd ascertain the network's real reasons for showing EMHE, too. And we wouldn't want to do that, would we?

But this wasn't meant to be a commentary about primetime television, I'm going another direction. And so I have been thinking about it all, doing the whole pondering-existance thing. You tend to do that when you are house sitting for your parents--with noone to talk to but the family's beloved dog, Bear.

As a caveat, I'm about to get personal. So you don't have to continue reading if you don't want to. We've all been through it--losing grandparents. I owed alot to to both my grandfathers, as I do to the man who has long been my father, Jim Temple. Whether they did it intentionally or not, they showed me what it means to be a man--a person who, among other things, preemptively respects others (the addition of "when they deserve it" might be more accurate.), works hard, does not judge, and loves his family. Though my family is familiar all-too familiar with death, my grandfather's have been very difficult to cope with.

Its been a year and honestly, I continue to fail to do what I know to be right--to treat my own endeavors with ample seriousness, to serve my friends and family, and in what is probably my biggest struggle--to balance my growing education with a continued fear of my creator. I hope that makes sense to ya'll. That's not to say that I have to burn my secular CD's and pour out the Guenoc that's breathing on the counter, but an occassional prayer and a re-instilled faith would do me much good. And faith is something I believe you have to work at--something that will catalyze your success in other walks of life. Its no coincidence that when I have struggled with faith, I have struggled in life. Or that when I am overcome with doubt and anger, my faith continues to win out.

So before we recommence berating each other for our glaring short-comings, feel free to use this thread to encourage those you care about that may frequent my page. My friends add so much to my life, and I am sincerely grateful for the times we have shared, and will contine to share in the future. Aside from being the most enjoyable people in all the world to be around, each of one you deserves the utmost happiness. Let's make sure we hold each other accountable so as to not jeopardize our futures, or forsake those who have worked so hard to put us in positions to succeed. Wishing you all the best.