Bevo XIV, the Texas Longhorns’ mascot, died today. He was 13.

I was born in Cleveland.

“the hope that someday, hopefully sooner rather than later, the sacks will come”

It’s about fucking time Oggie started taking things more seriously.

You’d think he’d toe the line a little better though, right?

+8 days

A friend dared me and a couple others to go sledding in a campus construction site. The sled ride went off fine. But it turned out that the school was broadcasting the construction progress over a webcam. Security saw us. When we came back out, campus cops—and, eventually, real cops—were waiting for us. We wound up…

If I get close enough, I absolutely will kiss his ring.

What this video doesn’t show is how, after a four-degree googly run out, Anderson’s wicket sailed over the bowler and hit the pitch on a yorker, securing eleventeen runs for his side and all but clinching the match.

Agreed, but I know some people believe in such a thing as a nonfiction novel [insert eyeroll], so I let that one slide.

That disaster was the basis of Jon Krakauer’s 1997 novel Into the Air

I’m reading this book right now while at work, so I may as well talk about it here rather than making it plainly obvious that I have too little to do.