Hum Hallelujah

It has been about 2 weeks since I departed the Houston st awesomeness. Currently we are 3-4 days away from my return. I'll admit, my summer hasn't been as fun since I left. All I've done is:

- Look at cars (Somewhat Unsuccessful)
- Play computer games (Somewhat Successful)
- Play with myself (Very Successful)

Here is what I do at night for fun:


Thats right, forward change of support. On a positive note I should be able to help us go to ncaa's for cross. On a negative note I'm a big loser. (funny thing about this pic is im intoxicated and I sent it to coach for a few laughs and he said "Good start billy, no more drills in the dark!"

Haha, ok so no I actually have been doing stuff like Busch Gardens, test driving Camaros, going to Richmond bars, and hooking up with girls (2).

So I said I was test driving Camaros...well I lost a bid on ebay by 50 dollars for this one:



I have acquired an older car just to have something to drive. Its an 89 civic, I don't have any pics of it since its still in Williamsburg and won't be in my possession untill after I get back from camp. Looks like this:


I am quite tempted to toss a few grand into it and mod it out...but then I would start looking like this:



Oh well, let me know what you guys think. I miss you all and will see you before you know it.

XOXO
Dozer

NYC Photo Blog

Because I have been too busy (and maybe a little lazy) to write about all the cool stuff we did in New York, I am going to share some of the pictures with you all because its a lot easier than writing.

Driving:
Here is the three of just after we left Blacksburg on Thursday night to start our adventure. I know it is not wise to flash a camera in the face of a person driving a car in the middle of the night, but at least James' eyes are on the road and not the camera.

This is where we were headed:



This is us the next morning after leaving Z-dogs house . You can see that we picked up the lovely Ms. Kate Scheiner and traded in Dirty Girdy for the Golden Chariot because Girdy needed an oil change and some new shoes . (an oil change and new shoes....sounds like something Shreck would be good at providing)
Oh yeah!

Just before we accidentally take the Lincoln Tunnel into Manhattan:
The Night Out:

It all started with James fixing Christine's toilet, but keep reading because it gets better from here, a lot better.

Two transvestites singing a David Bowie song:Kinda hard to see, but this is a guy dancing on the bar in his underwear (I told you it got better)

Another transvestite singing David Bowie songs:

Now there was a lot more to the night than just fixing toilets, guys dancing on the bar and transvestites, but thats all the pictures we have. I'm sure some of the stories will be told another time.

The Next Day:

It began too early and with too little sleep preceding it, but it started with speed boat races on the Hudson:
Later in the afternoon we took the ferry into Manhattan:


While we were in the Toys'R'Us in Times square (James made us go, but it was pretty cool cause there were lots of Legos and a ferris wheel inside the store) we ran into none other than Shreck:


He even pinched James' butt while James was looking at some little Shrecks. Not only did Shreck perform this lewd act in public, he did it in front of approximately 72 girls scouts. He really is a monster ogre

Here we are at the Hershey's store. I was trying to be funny and pretend I was eating the giant chocolate bar then James had to go and copy me and make the picture way less funny. Before James copied me, people would have thought "Oh man, Rider is gonna eat that whole thing!" Now they think, "Wait a minute James doesn't even like chocolate, this whole thing is staged!" I Blame James (good band)
Janine Love Jenna. great billboard. If you look closely near the bottom you can see that one of the actors in the movie is Walt Jizzney.


James' reaction when he saw the billboard. (yeah, we went right from the Hershey's store to the M&Ms store)

If you look closely you can see James in the bottom right of this photo. He is across the street talking to a chick that was trying to sell him tickets.



Dunc appreciating a finely crafted cathedral door:
The NY skyline from the ferry terminal next to Papa Scheiner's house:




The Corvette:

Cigars:

Badasses:
Again:

The Scheiners. They all look a lot alike.

Father's Day Breakfast:


Well, thats about it. I hope you enjoy the photos.

Update from NYC

So we are finally in New York City, after about 6 or so hours in the car today. You may say to yourself...wait, isnt it only 4 or so hours from Nova to NYC? Well yes, it is. The plan was to drive to Jame's dad's house in NJ then head to dt NYC tonight. When we were approximately 8 minutes from pappa Scheiners house James missed the exit and accidently took us into a one way tunnel heading to downtown Manhattan.......

Oops.

Then neither James nor Kate knew exactly how to get back, so we had a lovely time aimlessly driving around trying not to get side-swiped by New York drivers at rush hour. Saw a few jags, a few transient crack whores, and spent a record 28 min moving from one stop light to another. By the grace of God we found our way to James dad's place on the Hudson (literally, his condo is built on a pier on the water). We went for a nice little jog along the water which offers an amazing view of the city, and we are about to grill out and pregame for NYC tonight. (not trying to spent 200 bucks downtown) David Bowie themed party tonight...wish us luck.

Hope everyone is having as much fun as we are, although I know Mcvey isnt.

- Duncan

Its Friday

I know this is my second post today, but I have more stuff to say. I guess I'm getting addicted to blogging. Maybe my blog will get really popular and I can drop out of school and become a full time blogger. Although, if I was a full time blogger, blogging probably wouldn't be much fun anymore because it would be my job and jobs aren't supposed to be fun.

The reason I am writing this second post of the day is because I have two exciting things to share: A) I finally got the programs I was writing to work and B) its Friday.

If you recall the post I wrote about last Friday in which I wrote (blogged) about myself being frustrated by some programming, well, I got it to work. It took me a week to do, but that's partly because I had to brush up on my LabView skillz before I really got started and I spent approximately half of the week blogging and doing other non-work related things while at work. I'm very proud of my work, so I am going to share some of it with you:
Isn't that pretty! Unfortunately that was just the beginning part of the whole programming project I'm working on and it is going to get much more difficult from here. Now on to the next reason I'm excited.

Like the title and reason B) says, its Friday. You may be saying to yourself, "its not Friday, its Thursday. That Rider kid is completely wrong and probably on crack." And technically you would be correct (except for the crack part). Sure its not actually Friday, but for me its Friday because I am not coming into work tomorrow. I asked my Professor (aka Boss) if I could take off tomorrow so I can got to New York(!) with James and he said sure (I think he said yes because he was so impressed with my programming). As you know (or at least, for your fathers sake, i hope you know) that fathers day is this weekend and James' father, John, happens to live in New York City. John asked James to come up and visit for fathers day, but Z-dog said that James could not drive alone. Duncan and I volunteered to be his C0-pilot and C0-Co-pilot (although, it is still unclear whom is going to assume each title, I'm pretty sure I've got the former locked down). Now, there are two reasons I jumped at this opportunity: A) I've never been to New York and B) it will give me stuff to blog about.

The current plan is to leave tonight after Duncan gets off work and drive up to James' house in NoVa and spend the night there. On Friday morning we will drive the rest of the way up to NYC. There are some tentative plans involving James' Sister(!) taking us to a "Glam Rock" party on Friday night and many, many other fun things.

McVey's summer just got owned.

I guess I should get back to work for a few more hours....

-Rider

Man Down!

Billy left Blacksburg this morning to go home to Richmond. By doing so he has not only forfeited the poop contest and his blogging privileges, he has also brought into question whether or not his summer is actually going to be more fun than McVey's.

All I have to say is: Real smart Billy, way to think it through.


Lots of Love,

Rider

P.S. Billy - Have fun watching the season premier of Entourage...by yourself

Hard Monday Nights

Currently it is 1:03am and I'm alittle buzzed. Why do you ask? Well that is because around nine pm we (Billy, Shreck, and James) decided to go to Kroger and Shreck got wine. While im talkin about kroger let me just say this. We bike there and its awesome.

Before I forget and I know I will so Im mentioning it now. I have a retarted bird that lives outside my window and trys very hard to confuse me. I think it is the same bird that vomited a gallon of what I hope was water because I got splashed. Its kind of odd that a bird the size of a bird could vomit a gallon of water being that the gallon is probably close to 4 times its body weight but im not animal doctor so i dont know what they are capable of. This bird is also very retarted because it does not know the difference between night and day. Or maybe it does and consciously decides to be "different". I mean honestly what bird chirps at night when all the other birds are sleeping. If its the mating call i almost feel sorry the little bag of feathers because every other bird in the world is asleep and will not respond to the sex calls. I wonder if they get as pissed off about it as we (humans) do. think about it. Anyways moral of the story, we live by a stupid bird.

So back to biking to Kroger. Oh before that happend the girl upstairs (new bestfriend) ran into one of the corn-hole thingys. No damage done what so ever. She felt so bad she bought us two cases of beer. Hence why we love her so dearly and have a slight buzz. So Shreck, Dar, and my self finish the 3 liters of wine that he bought at Kroger earlier. Upon completion rider mentions drunk ball and everyone else is in but me. I stand my ground using big words like, Monday and responsibility, maybe even imaturity, but being who I am I immediatly crack under the peer presure. Truth be told I only wanted one glass of wine but we all know that didnt happen. So then drunk ball happens and it puts Billy and I vs. Shreck and Dar. Shirtless duo vs. gayess duo (shreck and dar= gayess duo if you were wondering). we crush then like its our job. Come to think of it, it might be the closest thing to a job Ive had all summer and probably will have all summer. This is just a typical night in the life of Blacksburg summer nights for the Boys.

Shreck's First Bloggggggg

heyyyyyy dudes (and possibly chicks if they are worthy of reading our intimate thoughts and feelings),

The Blacksburg life has definitely been much more fun than whatever McVey is doing. I spend my typical day discussing poop, not doing work, watching scrubs, and putting off running until 8pm or later. Several trips to the driving range and a few hours of cornhole are also a welcomed distraction from my busy schedule. For some strange reason Duncan has trusted me with the sports editor job at the Collegiate Times, so I guess I do that too. (and of course RunAbout)

My most exciting news to date would have be the addition of a 1984 Porsche 944 to the Houston Street parking lot. Apparently the Montgomery family has grown fond of their daughters fine fine young boyfriend (me) and have trusted that strapping lad with their old vehicle. James, Rider, and Billy believe the borrowed car to be a modern-day dowry. I'll let you all decide.

I just returned with the porsche today after my first two days of MANUAL shifting in Richmond. Needless to say, my nerves were on edge and shirt was very sweaty when I finally got to Blacksburg. I didn't stall once from Richmond to Blacksburg... BUT as soon as James and Billy sat down in the car, I stalled out in the parking lot.... pathetic.

I think that's all for now. I hope everyone is causing trouble and discussing poop in their different summer endeavors.

XOXO,
Shreck..... aka Ian (That kid is a dick)

P.S. We need a name for the Porsche

P.P.S. Dave's wedding MUST be marked off in all of your calendars no matter what else you have going on in your life. (He better invite us all)

Early summer goals

Like Rider said, we have lots of goals this summer. They can be hard to stay on top of considering our busy schedual here at the apartment, but well give it our best shot.

(I would have listed as one of my personal goals to beat James in volleyball, cornhole, and beerpong all in one day....but I did it on Saturday.)

Goal #1 - Have a better summer than Mcvey (already on top of it)

Goal #2- Have James Scheiner appear in every single issue of the CT this summer

Goal #3- Go "hogging"

Goal #4- Find a way to disrupt Mcvey's daily schedual from 700 miles away

Goal #5- Poop contest

Goal #6- Steal Shreck's porsche and take it to A.C.

Goal #7- Sake bombs with Sarah Farden

ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!!!!!11!

Dave and Jen are getting married! Mama Duck popped the question Saturday at Disney World and texted me immediately afterwards (like before he even got off his knees) to let me know and give me permission to blog about it.

Last Friday

It’s Monday morning and I am back at work after a fun filled weekend. It all started out Friday morning while I was at work. I spent most of the morning in the ME computer lab working on programming, but after a while I got kinda stuck. All the computers in the lab have webcams for video conferencing and collaborating on work with students in Germany and all over the world, but I used the webcam to take a picture of myself being perplexed by some code:

I decided to give up and go down to the Fluids lab to see what the grad students were up to and see if there was something else I could work on beside programming. When I got down to the lab I was surprised to see that none of the grad students were working, they were all just sitting around and tossing a football. I soon learned that it was lab maintenance day and they were supposed to mop the floors then paint them (the floors are bare concrete and for some reason needed to be painted grey). They had just finished mopping the floors and were taking an extended break, mostly because our professor (aka boss) was out of town. Now this all got me pretty excited because after spending the whole morning attempting (and failing) to write some programs, hanging out and painting the floors seemed like a lot of fun. So, I joined in on the football tossing. We almost broke some expensive equipment and nearly knocked over the bucket of dirty mop water (engineering grad students aren’t always the most athletic bunch). When it came time to start painting, one of the grad students told me that I didn’t need to help and that since it was a nice day I should go home and go to the river or something. I didn’t really think she was serious, but then she told me that she was serious and that our professor (aka boss) wasn’t there so I really should just take the afternoon off. I took her advice and left work a little after 1pm.

On my way home from work I ran into Duncan and James, who were on their way too the pool. I biked home and got my suit and they picked me up and we were off to the Terrace View pool. The pool was quite enjoyable, with plenty of spectator friendly sunbathers. Duncan got some sun (burn) while James and I played Frisbee and saw who could hold their breath underwater the longest (me).

After the pool, Duncan, James and I went straight to TOTS for some burgers and a couple of pitchers. TOTS was completely empty (it was only 4 o’clock at this point) but the food was good. Sitting on the deck at TOTS on a nice afternoon (while I’m supposed the be at work), drinking a few beers with your friends while Jimmy Buffet plays over the sound system…I mean, that’s what summer is all about.

After TOTS we headed back to Houston street and played some cornhole, which has become pretty much a daily event for us. While we were playing cornhole, Andrew pulled into the parking lot in his mom’s Volvo station wagon. Andrew was in town to build his Flugtag for the Redbull Flugtag competition (there is a link to his website in the links section). Upon his arrival Andrew promptly ate some dinner then left us to build his Flugtag, but he did bring us some Yuengling.

Later that night we were all playing Kings with the girls across the street and we instituted a new rule that we learned about from one of the ZAP fitness runners. The original rule is that every time someone swears they have to eat a peep, which for some people can end up being a lot of peeps (which mixed with a lot of beer isn’t always pleasant). We didn’t have enough peeps so we just used regular marshmallows, which along with some ruthless and revealing “never have I ever”, made for a fun game.

And all that was just Friday. There was lots more shenanigans on Saturday and we almost saw a bear while hiking on Sunday, but I’ll let James or someone else write about that. Also, be sure the check out Bryan’s new blog which is in the links.

How Much Fun Can You Have With Poop

So I am minding my own business drinking a margarita at Macadoos on and Monday night with the boys ( and Nat.) and some how poop got brought up. Now I dont know what runs through most normal peoples head when poop is brought up but it is probably not a contest. Before we could restrain ourselves we were discussing a "poop off" if you will. Before you jump to conclusions let me explain. We dont have any rules set in stone but we done have some great ideas. We decided that Duncan and Shreck would challenge Bill Dozer and I to a poop contest. The duo with the largest volumn of poo wins after a given time. By volume I mean you have to have quality along with quanity other wise shreck would win hands down. So we werent sure how to measure this. Here are some ideas:

• Weigh yourself before and after a poo and the first team to reach lets say 10 pounds wins
• Dont not flush after pooing in respectable toilet and first team to break the plane of the water wins
• Poop in a bucket

That is what we have so far. We are open to suggestions. Also Im kind of curious who yall think will win. Ok thats all I have about the poop.

      "I wasn't doing anything of consequence that summer, but--atleast  retrospectively--nothingness always seems ot facilitate the best periods of my life."

        -Chuch Klosterman


I actually did work at work today so I did not have any time to blog, but I will make sure I have some time tomorrow.

-Rider

Goin' Goin', Back Back, to Cali Cali

Ok so here is the play by play from the west coast:

You know how coach sometimes gets into those moods where hes...well...funny and nice. Amazingly hes like that 24/7 and I'll be honest, it kinda freaks me out. I'm tempted to tell him that I can't race because I have to go to a family members funeral (something he could never understand the neccessity to attend) just to piss him off.

During our layover in Vegas, Natalie and I hit the slots and cashed out big ($2 for me, $8 for her). Afterwards coach asked how we made out, I said "coach we didnt make out, we just plaid slots!!! Oh shit that gave me the satisfaction of rickrolling, without Rick Astley. Coach didn't get it at all which added to my enjoyment.

Trip Talley:

Illegal traffic manuevers made by coach - 5
Hot California chicks seen - 0 (can't leave this damn hotel unless its to eat at a quizno's or something)
Cianelli speaches lasting over 30 min - 2
Alcoholic beverages consumed in coaches presence - 2
Episodes of Scrubs - 4
Hours spend on discovery channel/animal planet - 7

Coach took us to see some big trees (random coach excursion) and he mentioned that he would like to plant rows of them around his property to seclude himself. Now let me point out that these trees very much resembled long erect penis's. Gosh, get him away from Anne for too long and he dreams of growing large quantities of penis trees.

Ok well I run at 6:05pm my time (9:05pm your time) so that means I need to go sit alone in my hotel room freakin out while watching Deadliest Catch for another hour or so. Oh and James ill be brining home some TP for us, (better TP = more desire to Poo = victory in the poo war). The imodium is in my system so I'll be cocked locked and ready to drop. Miss you guys.

Love,
Dozer

James' First Post

AAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im blogging
-James-

Welcom to our Blog

Welcome to the official Web Log (aka Blog) of the 4040 guys that are staying in Blacksburg for the summer. The purpose of this blog is threefold. First is to share with all our friends the good times and funny stories and stupidity that will no doubt occur this summer. You may be saying to yourself, "I expect them to have good times and funny stories to share, but whats the deal with the stupidity?" Well, I will tell you. James, unlike the rest of us here, has failed to get a job. So, once James completes his hour and fifteen minutes of class each morning, he is home alone for approximately 7 hours. In case you are not follow, I made a diagram:


I hope that clears things up. Now on to the second reason for the blog: Give Rider something to do while he is bored at work. So, I've been working for a week and half now and I have done some pretty interesting stuff. I have played with a really big water tunnel (its like a wind tunnel, but with water(!) ), burnt hole in stuff with a really big laser and failed at building a faraday cage (I'll talk more about my work in a later post and include some pictures). But often I am reading textbooks and journals or sometimes just hanging out, which can get boring. On Monday I skipped out on work for 2 hours in the middle of the day to go to the driving range with James and Shreck, but I can't do that everyday. Now I have an outlet for my boredom on those slow days at work. The best part is that I can open up a report in Microsoft Word that is real important looking with lots of charts and graphs and stuff and start typing my blog post right in the middle of it. Then, everyone around me at work thinks I'm writing some big boring report and working real hard. When I'm done writing, I just cut and paste it into the blog. I just thought of that right now, all by myself.

The third and final reason for this blog is to prove beyond any doubt that our summer is more fun than McVey's, which shouldn't be hard to do. Maybe at the end of the summer we will have a poll and you guys can vote on who's summer is more fun (I'll have to see if I can do that on this blog, I just don't know).

I hope you all enjoyed the first post. Here are some future posts to look forward to: "Shreck's Porsche", "Meet the new guys" and "our summer goals".

-Rider