My CokePhone, My TV Appearance, and Mahna Mahna

• After a great time at two New Year's Eve Parties (pics from the second here and here) I returned to the hotel rather promptly thanks to the generosity of cameraman J. Black. On the way, I received a phone call from a student (remember Fobert-Rhymer?) who needed some medical supplies and food - and not because he had been behaving in a way that caused him to need them.

I waited for several minutes at the deli in the hotel, got him what we needed and myself a grilled cheese samich and a coke, took his stuff to him, then returned to my room. After eating and noting that the time of day was now 4:10 AM, I decided that I would not be joining the band in their activities of later that morning. I sent text messages to the two people who needed to know this, then prepared to sleep. As I turned the light off, lay back, and moved to put my phone on the bedside table, I heard and felt a splash. I had deposited the phone (on which Blog This had cut me one hell of a deal) directly into the half full cup of Co-Cola (as my granddad used to say). It stopped working immediately after this, which I am told is frequently the case.

• The first several hours of my Shooga Bowl game day were spent taking a cab to the phone store, purchasing a new phone, then finding my way back to the band in the GWCC. Upon arrival, we were treated to one of the longest games of hurry-up-and-wait that I remember. By the time the game rolled around, I was already ready already to be back at the hotel. By the time the first quarter ended, ABC had attained visual evidence of this on its national broadcast, displayed here by way of my (as usual) shaky digital camera and the DVR on the TV on Mainsail.

(Note: This photo has since been updated with real screen shot from a stupid West Virginia gloat site playing the most poorly transcribed version of "We Are the Champions" in the background. It's basically the musical equivalent of having no teeth.)

• In doing some "research" (as Mike calls it) this afternoon, I was looking into the origin of the little "doo-ta-doo" song that plays on the Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper commercial. This may be old news to some of you, but it was the opposite of old to me. It actually was written for a Swedish porn (I am told this is an abbreviation for something) film. Here's a link to the previously most popular version of the tune.