Why Hullo Thar!

It's your friendly neighborhood Spider-blogger, Shotgun here. Well it's 2009, and we're here to keep our promise of MORE BLOG ACTION with a quick ACTIONY recap of the band's winter break, or at least my winter break. For most of the band, winter break consisted of an unholy combination of Stanford basketball victories and "Cooking by the book A Lil' Bigger Mix" (what will the YouTube think of next?). For your faithful PR though, winter break largely consisted of Tivoed Christmas specials and addressing envolopes. You see, young paduwan, the Band cannot deliver the funk all by itself, it sometimes needs help along the way. And so, to show our appreciation over the Saturnalia season, the Band sends various Christmahanukwanzaakuh cards to people that have accommodated us, inspired us, tolerated us, or at the very least allowed us to exist. They looked-a something like-a this.























A selection of this year's recipients include Tara VanDerVeer, Johnny Dawkins, Random Student with PO Box 12346 (if you're reading this, we guarantee there's no anthrax), various members of the Athletic Department, other scatter bands on the front line in the righteous crusade for rock and roll, a disproportionate amount of Dollie families living in Atherton, the Liberty Bowl Commission (I was surprised that one was still on the list too), Diane Feinstein, the Colbert Report, and Orenthal James Simpson at Lovelock Correctional Center. A select few people, such as the Spirit of Troy and Art Bartner, got extra special attention. I personally signed them myself with a pen that just so happened to look alot like a bottle of Elmer's Glue, and my signature ended up covering the entire page. Oops. I think they'll get the message though.

Indeed, I hope everyone gets their forthcoming XmasHK card, though assuredly in about a month me and Staph Tool Diego will have the exquisite pleasure of collecting all the "return to sender" cards and taking those unfortunate souls off the list, if we can't find their current address. But I digress. It's time to get back into the groove of Winter Band, with a bevy of basketball games, and three of the most wonderful times of the year, with the kids jingle-belling and everyone telling we'll be of good cheer (those Xmas carols really stick in your head). I speak of course of Bandquet, Ski Trip, and Dollie Day. More on those later, maybe even a little live blogging? Only time can tell.

In the mean time, I leave you with our Big Game field shows. Ignore the mass-carded distraction going on in the stands during halftime, though frankly I'm appalled that all those dirty hippies are such staunch proponents of slash-and-burn forest clearing. It's really a sad situation.



Until then, smoke 'em if you got 'em.
(I of course am referring to clowns on the basketball court, and certainly not drugs)