Ah, I was just poking through some old bookmarks, and I remembered that Liquid Soul is the shit. I’ve seen them a handful of times in small venues throughout the Midwest, and I’ve always had a good time. They have a jazz/funk/rap/fusion type thing going that will make you shake it. The musicians are badass, especially the rhythm section.

I hope they get their asses back to Iowa City, because I will rock it out.

Check em’ out here:

The Giant Chub


Well, I think the Hawkeye fans are very tired and mildly embarrassed. We fluffed as hard as we could, and the “Giant Chub” (as Bro Taguchi calls it the essence of Hawkeye football spirit) rose into the sky, only to deflate fast when we got busted by Ohio State stroking it to the lingerie section of the Sears Catalog. Of course, we’re only mildly embarrassed because OSU is #1 and they sure as hell played like it (although some Hawks fans didn’t grasp this. Some girls behind my crew and me were whining, “Our defense sucks! Why can’t they stop Antonio Pittman?” We tried, “Because he’s mothafuckin’ Antonio Pittman, and he’s a badass,” but they didn’t understand. I won’t make a gender issue out of this, because I’m sure there were plenty of freshmen males pulling the same shit.) Downtown Iowa City last Saturday was populated by sad souls trying to make it all go away.

Well, Purdue is at Kinnick tomorrow. I imagine that once we lock the door and pull out the vaseline, the Chub will rise. But for tonight, I get the feeling that we’re a little scared to touch it. The Sears Catalog is hidden under the bottom drawer of the desk.
Pumpkin will feel very smug as he reads this. But upsets do happen in college football, and Pumpkin knows this (or chooses to ignore it). I think most Hawkeye fans knew what was on their doorstep, but we were having too much fun with the lingerie section. We kept fluffing.
I can hear the marching band practicing still at 7:03. They’re unzipping the pants right now….



I saw Andy Brodell of the Iowa Hawkeyes in Wendy’s today. He must be getting fired up for what is going to be one of the craziest weekends that Iowa City has ever seen. I don’t know what he ordered, but I had Spicy Chicken with onions, which was actually solidly mediocre.
I was tempted multiple times to drop some BRO action on that dude. Ya know, maybe a “Kick some ass this weekend, BRO,” or maybe even a generic “What’s up, BRO?” like I didn’t know who he was and what is going down this weekend. Maybe “How’s the junior Frosty, BRO?” What about “Don’t drop the game-winning pass, BRO“? He might have given me a pile-driver for that. Alas, I restrained myself, and Brodell made it out of there without some douchebag Hawkeyes fan getting up in his business.

In other news, one of my friends caught Drew Tate getting it done at Steak N Shake. Both of these Hawkeyes are to be commended on their choice of fine dining.

I just heard from Taguchi that the spread of the Iowa/OSU game is 7 points. That’s pretty crazy. I thought that people would’ve predicted a blowout win for OSU. But–this is going down in Kinnick. I don’t care what mofos say; winning against the Hawks in Kinnick ain’t easy. Look–don’t get me wrong. I’m not getting high hopes. But if the Hawkeyes win Saturday, IC is going to be absolutely out of control.

Shit, I don’t know if half the students are going to make it to the game. They will either be face-down somewhere after pounding some Hawkeye vodka or they will be in jail.

I’m just callin’ it like it is, BRO.


Quenton’s in Iowa City is totally awesome for the reason that their Nelson Philly kicks ass. Very recently, I had their chili cheese nachos, and they are worthy of absolute praise. They don’t skimp on any of the primary elements, and if you were between lunch and dinner, you and a buddy would certainly make it through to your next meal without any problems. You’d be feeling good and husky. If only you could get them at 3 AM. But I guess that’s what Steak N Shake is for. (The virtues of SNS will be sung in another post…)
However, I will note that Quenton’s as a bar faces some difficulties. It can be very hard to get a drink in there. When you’re a howling-at-the-moon Hawkeye football lunatic in search of booze and coeds, this can really chap your ass. Most of the waitresses are pretty hot, but this could only frustrate you more as they buzz by you and your drink is not on their tray.

They also have the music cranked way too loud in that bitch. I like to rock out to tunes in the bar like any other dildon. But if Grown Pumpkin can’t hear his Nickelback ringtone in there, we might have problems…