ESPN used a bunch of my stories for an Untold (but not really) 2013 Iron Bowl stories segment for College GameDay yesterday.
You can read about how that happened (riveting) and watch the video here. (I keep smiling about the earthquake getting the ESPN seal of authenticity, what with writing that long stupid thing I wrote about how the earthquake game everyone thinks about when they hear “earthquake game” was pretty much invented by ESPN in exactly the same way.)
Had to let THIS happen to me (too bored / depressed to comment) while waiting for the credit they promised. But at least it was there, unlike the Bo, Barkley, Big Hurt documentary. I stood freezing outside in Snowmageddon ’14 talking to a source for those people. Oh, and also went archivin’ for photos. Now I’m mad again. This was, no lie, the fourth, maybe fifth time ESPN or folks making documentaries for them have asked for Auburn-y help. (Can’t even remember if I’ve gone into any of this stuff here before. Oh wait, yes, at least once. Wait, twice.)
Wes Anderson should get on this.
I just Googled and knew there had to be a dozen image search results for this thing and yep, but I saw it today searching for old columns in Collier’s at the library and I was just ‘yes, there it is.’ The trip would be a success now, even if I didn’t find anything. I did, but this is still the first thing I clicked on from the jump drive. And I just read it. OMG, she wouldn’t have made it across the Atlantic Ocean without Lucky Strike. And they want to ban tobacco in New York or something, right? Or wherever it is. We’re grooming the future of this country on smoke free campuses where kids study about heroes who sucked down Lucky Strikes to make the history they’re studying them for. Or something. I don’t know, it’s just awesome. She’s awesome — “her name matches her passion” as Sadie once said — so of course she’s in some giant 1928 Lucky Strike ad just staring at us and being like, cigarettes don’t kill you, these things kept me alive. Four thousand miles of Lucky Strikes. They’re toasted.
Just corrected someone at al.com on where the rivalry stands (James 1:16 at the beginning of the tweet) and dude retweeted it, so that made it a little better. Making a difference.
Sitting here with Sadie and Jennie and they’re doing Minecraft. It’s crazy. Bonding over Minecraft. I should have known. And I’m sitting here trying to start a new blog for every word in the English language. I’m also DJing. Magnetic Fields, who Sadie thinks should have named themselves Dark Oak. Magnetic Fields is pretty magical as far as names go but Dark Oak is powerful, too. Now it’s bed time. Fun stops. C’est la vie.
(written after the Georgia loss, published Monday. I didn’t even post it. Not that I was devastated or anything. Just titling it that because that a trope type thing, right?)
I used to write celebrities all of the time in middle school (addresses magically acquired via proto message board things in the pre-net’al world of Prodigy). Early middle school. Early 90s. Well maybe ’91-92 and stuff. Mostly women. Mostly supermodels. More on that later, God willing. Every now and them one would write back with a personal note, and THAT was a special week of summer. I’ve had the Julie Newmar one on the wall for a while (probably use it in conversations once every other year or so). “Purr…fect.” Pretty hot. (I AM purr…fect.)
Found the Park Overall one a while back. Took a picture of it. Just found the picture of it. I’m sure she said that to all the young weirdos. (You know, thinking about it, thinking about who Park Overall was in 1991 or so, I was probably the only young weirdo. Well, maybe not. America’s a big place. But I hardly ever even watched Empty Nest. Mostly just when I was down at Grandmama’s in Auburn chilling with popcorn in the night glow of family.) But still—made me feel special. Still does. The kind of thing Maria Von Brainpickings would do a post on when it was discovered in some university archive’s Jeremy Henderson collection.
By the way, I know that sounds lame and fratty or church rap whatever, but that “totally slammin’ house party” was totally slammin’, it was a punk show (in high school! Exhaust was there, and some anti-Nazi band, which were things). They were just trying to be cute.
Back to computer filing.