If you want to have some good Toastedblogs you've gotta grab 'em by the haunches and hump them into submission. It's the only way.

Ah Dodgeball, you're always good for a laugh. The sequence with Patches O' Houlihan teaching Average Joe's how to play by whipping wrenches at them sends me into hysterics everytime. recently I have been a bit out of it. Not gonna lie to you my Toastedblog friends but the the Toast was laid out on the couch for the majority of last week with some "flu-like" symptoms. Not good times, definitely bad times. My near death was in direct response to burning the ol' midnight candle for about a week and a half too long leaving me a shell of my normal awesome self. However, I did catch up on my daytime television and orange juice consumption. In case y'all are wondering though, the Toast is doin' mighty fine and looking forward to Turkey Day and having Aunt Julie load me up with some take home leftovers. YAHTZEE!!

So, what do we write about here for our Toastedblog faithful. A story of intrigue and espionage perhaps?? Erotica?? Tales of historic blunders featuring everyone's favorite Uncle Jitter?? Actually, I went to the NY Giants game on Sunday against the Eagles and really should have called JT for that game. I had an extra ticket and was pretty sure that he would have driven the hour from Philly to spend a few hours with yours truly in the Meadowlands. May even have helped cheer on Shockey or joined the Toast in his last place Eagles chant. LAST PLACE EA-GLES!! Hahaha, take that Phelps!! Dang it, I'm so stupid.

Ok, I am getting all sidetracked and I'm not even drinking. This post is to have a topic. A few nights ago while trying to get to sleep I found my traditional beddy bye time music to be some random Radiohead mix and I got thinking about a night spent with the boys over the summer and a talk that sent the Toast into a frenzy. Let's revisit shall we...

Picture if you can, a few good time having boys enjoying a few too many pops and the local bar where only rambly conversations can ensue. At this point I am chatting it up with Billy Ball and Bung's sister. (key sidenote, Bung is one of Jitter's teammates from college) The topic of choice, one of my top five, Radiohead. Now this was a simple enough discussion. First, I was all amped to find a fellow Radiohead enthusiast, especially one that is a lady. Seldom is this a topic of conversation amongst my friends for many of them have a not so good opinion about my musical tastes. Unless it happens to be about Uncle Huey. Anywho, basically at this point of the evening we were talking about which album of theirs happens to be our favorite. My answer is easy enough, for me that is. It's "The Bends". However, my party vehemently didn't agree with my decision, citing many other albums as more worthy choices.


"Oy!! I finks Toast be roght wif 'is opinions of me musik."

Now, I'm not trying to say that everyone who disagrees with my thoughts on this matter are way off, but in my opinion I'm pretty sure of what I enjoy. I didn't think that you could be wrong in having a favorite album by an artist, even if some of there more recent work happens to be better than what you enjoy. Bung's sister and Billy Ball both opted to select "OK Computer", which is great and had that been the album that I really grew to love the band that'd be up there as my top five. As for now, "The Bends" is where we're stayin'. I'm not taking shots or preaching to anyone on this, I just stick to my guns when it comes to my favorite music, movie, candy bar, anything and they'll never be changed. I guess what I am trying to say, the night as I was rehashing this drunken powwow, I started to think of what some of may all time favorites are and what their current counterparts may be. For your enjoyment I present the Toast's all time favorite five albums.

Pearl Jam, "Vs." (Yep, not Ten)
Radiohead, "The Bends"
Tool, "Aenima" (cue Javen's hatred of processedindustrialnewmetal Tool garbage comment)
Pink Floyd, "Animals"
Stone Temple Pilots, "Purple"

If you check my profile you'll even see that STP and Floyd aren't even the tops for me. Hell, many of you might not even consider these albums to be good. All I know is that when I am able to sit there and really give them a listen, these five always bring me back to where I was when I first gave them a listen and how they either stepped up and increased my love of their particular bands music or fully sold me on what's to come. Well, that is except for PJ, I was sold right away. For now, I leave this mess of a blog behind me for I am afraid to read it myself. Enjoy your Thanksgiving everybody. I have a night to prepare for.

Reverse Dang-It, Definitely.

Ah, the chicken wing. The Toast is a big fan and its a pretty safe assumption that those tuning in to today's Toastedblog are wingie supporters as well. Could there be anything more terrific??? No way, aside from some peanut butter pie. That guy over there knows what I'm talking about. So many styles, so many signature tastes, let's break it down a bit shall we??

We've got the infamous COP to which their wingies can only be described as brilliant. You combine that with some high class Change of Pace atmosphere (chair tossers and Scooter's friends bring the COP some awfully handy special bonus points) plus lets not forget the $1 pints of Labatts and that makes for a good time. Best wings in Syracuse I'ms told. A trip to Buffalo in your future, hit up Duff's for a taste of the traditional wingies in a giant bucket. I like the Mount St. Helens flavor. Ooh, and some fries too....for the side. They're for the whole group.

But what if you like your wings with a little odd twang, maybe with what seems to be italian dressing. May I suggest the Stockade District of Schenectady and a little place known simply as BL's. Obvious high points of BL's include a possible guided tour of beautiful Stockade Schenect by one Javen Bohall, down the block from Slick's and a RC Cola vending machine, and maybe, just maybe, a drunken trip to the river. The wingies aren't bad, but if your a big fan of not getting indigestion, these wings may not be for you.


I like's 'em hot and chewy...Javen knows!!

We're not done there kids, what if you'd rather have them wings in a completely different format. May I suggest the chicken wing pizza and for that there is only one place to go, Oompas Pizza. Just make sure to go all hot sauce on the pizza and all hot on the wings for some good eatin'. I can still recall the first experience with the Oompa's chicken wing pizza, the "Tuck Rule" game with Javen and Willie Moe. Its sooo damn hot!! Pa Toastie laughing in the background while we get drunker. Priceless!! Do you prefer your wingies with a lovable Bostonian Irishman, the two go together I know, but maybe you should head to the Four's right across the street from the Fleetcenter in Beantown to enjoy their buffalo wing nachos with Tucker. Tuck's will tell you all about 'em. I'm a big fan to boot.

But what I write about has to do with where the Toast is heading for a little bit this evening with Army Matt and little Charlie Coville. That'll be the Blarney Stone. The wings, they're 20 cents tonight and what I'd call pretty damn good but its the intangibles that make the Blarney the best, around. What's that you say?? What intangibles?? Well, that would be Rachel, the bartender. Good times, good times. The only problem we have here is how do you approach the bartender and not seem like that guy, the drunk asshole trying to pick up the hot bartender. I may be drunk, but the Toast is lovable...and funny. You throw in some free popcorn, convenient location (walking distance), and a rendezvous with Rachel, you'll win every time. Just wish all the boys could be going with. We could stop at Chuck's and drink all of his beer before we head over. Now that's what I call the jackpot.

Hell hath no fury like the misapplication of Icy-Hot

Hey, the Toast has emerged from his nonblog writing slumber to announce to what few readers he has remaining that I am once again a champion and she's nothing like that Intrepretive Dance Title I held back in '87, for this is not solely based on a judge's score. My rugby team has once again won the NYS Div. III Championship and after the weekend I am all sorts of tuckered out. I guess that'll happen after playing a good two days worth of rugby. Plus, the partyin' doesn't help all that much, I'm sure of it. With a game against Binghamton on Saturday, the finals against arch rival Rochester on Sunday, hard core celebrating, and some west coast Shockey action the Toast rarely had time to sit and calm down.

However, I'm a bit sad to see this rugby season come to a close. I mean, there are a few things that I'll be looking forward to, like the being able to walk around without being in constant pain, normal Toast smell as opposed to the Icy-Hot cologne that I has become my new trademark, the possibility that my knee will no longer be the sized of a cured ham. Plus, I'll finally get to see this college football that everybody's been talking about. But I really do love playing and I don't think I can wait till the Spring season. Can I really live without that feeling one gets when he cakes his shoulders with that Icy-Hot all too soon after a nice hot shower?? If you've never had the experience let me tell you, its the best.......and the worst.

But, as mentioned, I'm going to have a bit more time on my hands and with this new found time I believe I'll have to start trying to see some of my friends that I haven't had too much contact with of late, and maybe some more Toastedblog worthy adventures. I found it hard to believe that I hadn't typed one of these mutha's in over a month. Really, what's the deal. Its not like I have the attention span of a.......Ooh, I'm missing Arrested Development.