casual ultimate

ladies and gentlemen...

2006-10-17T12:13:00.000-05:00

announcing the new and improved www.casualultimate.com

'hobo frisbee' or 'where's my michael?'

2006-10-16T08:44:00.000-05:00

no that's not lindsey lohan and paris hilton on the way to the grocery store. its casual ultimate on the way to fall league saturday morning. with a tennis skirt, leggings, and carlo's sweatshirt, and ea's cu hat, prada sunglasses, and valour pants respectively, we set out for chilly fall ultimate. we had a devastating loss to rob and his syndicate but played some very casual ultimate and won our second game of the morning. ms. ulty cheered the public news team on our pledge drive with a cry of 'next d gets a canvas tote bag.' even though miss casual broke every fingernail she had it was lots of fun and rick buying us hot chocolate capped off the afternoon just right.

friday night was spent at happy hour with cbr, pfil, bjorn, and 'where's my michael' denardis. we were exchanging parent stories when mike d. made the mistake of telling us about a time when his mom smoked pot with his brother, got paranoid about the baby of the family being in trouble, and ran into a screen door yelling 'where's my micheal?' and we know where he was friday. he was putting hanson on the jukebox at the chipp inn.

the diverse (read: creepy) crowd loved our punishing 80's string of song selections, from mariah carey to hanson to n'sync. who knew bjorn could sing all the words to an n'sync song? cu is considering forming a boy band which we could manage and now we have a lead vocalist. here's our future star with lucas in his halloween costume at treem and aaron's. notice the remarkable hair style similarity.

what could end such a blissful weekend? the ambrosia of brisket at RWIP last night. ea was in attendance which is always a special added bonus and he brought us some rubber lance type cu bracelets. youll have to work for them, but maybe theyll get you a pass to skip in line for the wave pool at great wolf this year. bryan's cooking was magic and another in a series of marriage proposals from miss casual almost followed the revelation that there was indeed cookie dough in the brownies somehow.

oooh girl i know he didnt....

2006-10-13T09:16:00.000-05:00

last night all the usual casual suspects converged on our favorite pizza pit to celebrate sally's birthday. of course tbr and monica are out somewhere fending off bears and hypothermia in the wilderness and ay is jetsetting but the rest of us showed up to toast the new lawyer who is another year older and wiser. next year we are going to have to plan better and have a big libra birthday party since miss casual is getting older (although wiser is still a question mark) next week too.

after gossiping about nationals and who's staying in the best party house ('outdoor kitchen and 'hottub overflowing into swimming pool' had a throwdown...i think hottub won) the casual ladies and the birthday girl made a weak attempt at getting bk to cook us dinner sunday night. 'hey bryan, what are you doing sunday?' 'i dont know, why?' (he knows us too well....) 'wanna cook us dinner and watch v for vendetta?' 'no'. ms ultimate offered to make a dish for dinner and bring it up to the RWIP house when bk lashed back. 'i dont need my dinner watered down with pedestrian fare.' giiirrrrl... ms. ultimate was all up in his grill before you could say 'girl i know he aint call you pedestrian...'

i have a picture of the throwdown and the birthday girl but they are on my camera at home. ill throw em up tonight. but not til after happy hour which you should all attend. tonight 6ish roll out to the chipp in with casual ultimate. everyones invited. if cho doesn't come out were going to cry. we promise. tomorrow is rumble in the jungle with the public news team and the dreaded syndicate. well keep you posted on the carnage. happy friday.

'casual ultimate madlibs' or 'lets stay entertained at work today'

2006-10-11T09:56:00.000-05:00

this will be way more fun if you guys post comments to fill in the some of the blanks. so here goes.

yesterday miss causal and ms. utlimate hightailed it out of work and then _______. it had been a ________ day. once the cu ladies were back in wicker park we ________ before we ran into cho and bk. we all got dinner and cho turned to the girl next to him and said _________. he didnt realize it was roadhouse. the cu ladies were all giggles when pfil and bg showed up and said 'cu is so _________.' of course the BRs were no far behind. tbr had bought a new ________ and cbr was obvioulsy uncomfortable with the ________. after more _________ and ice cream after that, we all biked up to _________. who knew that wed meet ferrari and akira? a spontaneous game of ________ ensued and we played until it was time for _________ . quite a fun night in the __________ of the casual ultimate universe.

happy hour is back

2006-10-10T08:46:00.000-05:00

we know you all missed the CRAFT club and since we have so many reasons to celebrate this week we are bringing it back at the chipp inn friday afterwork. the post happy hour after hours late night post party will be hosted by treem and aaron who you might remember from such posts as 'miss casual gets assaulted times deux' and 'que buena! mas mojitos!'

last night with the afterglow of a nationals bid in her eyes, ms. ulty came by and we went out with treem and aaron to toast mr. briefcase and the rest of chicago ultimate. we realized that chipp inn, which is located at the corner of happiness and awesometown, was the perfect spot for happy hour, with its schizophrenic jukebox, golden tee, and cheap beer. if you go to google maps and cant find this intersection, try heading up honorary harriett levitt de la rosa blvd. then when you see the wobbly senior citizen crossing sign you're there. and in the immortal words of fitty cent, you can find us in the club. or in this case the chipp inn. friday. 530-6 ish. be there or... we'll be talking about you. or something.

also we are actively looking for a logo for casual ultimate. and by 'actively looking' i mean 'pestering tbrizzle every other day or so with some kind of guilt ridden email'. but hey our other casual brothers and sisters may have mad graphic skillz so if you have an idea holler... or 'jauler'. it might be a soft j.

Sarasota, meet Chicago

2006-10-08T22:12:00.000-05:00

If you know anyone who has to fly out of Chicago to southern Florida on the evening of the 25th, you should call right now and tell them to book tickets, because all flights are about to be overtaken by hot ultimate players. Unless....are there enough to make a chartered plane worthwhile?

Chicago rocked Regionals this weekend, with Nemesis coming in first in the women’s division, Briefcase coming in second in mixed and Machine taking the third bid for the gents; Real Huck, the Masters team, won their game to go. From Saturday morning domination in bracket play to the last catch of the day landing in Ferrari’s hands in the Machine endzone, Chi-town/the‘ville represented for our visitors.

As far as final standings, Nemesis beat Bait to clinch the championship. Mojo came in second. Briefcase played an intense but high-spirited game with with Flaming Moe for second place, owing to the fact that both teams were guaranteed bids and were playing for seed. CLX won the mixed division, but turned down the bid due to the fact that they’ll be representing Midwest ultimate to the world and throwing some shrimp on the barby in Australia later this fall; thus, Briefcase ends up the #1 seed coming out of the region. Carleton alums, aka ¡Salsa Police!, finished fourth and got bumped up to take the third bid. Machine beat Madison for their bid. Sub Zero took first in the open division, and Big Ass Truck took second. Real Huck beat Chico's Bail Bonds in the game to go; Twin Cities'Surly came in first.

It was perfect out for ultimate, not windy but just enough to keep things interesting, and the bluest skies for this weekend in recent memory. Briefcase will be seeing several 2005 season alums down in Florida: Brass Monkey won the Northwest, and we’re hoping Chuck will be in playing form by the end of the month. Justin and Carrie qualified with Puppet Regime, which came in second to Slow White in the Northeast. And, of course, Sals with Nemesis.

So, does anyone know what other co-ed teams might be skipping Nationals for Worlds? And does this mean that rightful 2006 mixed division title will be won down under rather than just down south? Rumor had it that Bad Larry would be foregoing their Nationals bid too, but they’re listed among the 16 on the Championship site.

Don’t put the sunglasses away for the summer, because you’re going to need them in a few weeks.

briefcase baby's first public appearance

2006-10-06T09:03:00.000-05:00

Adoring Fans Beginning to Doubt "Baby Briefcase's" Existence; Question A.V. Was Ever Pregnant At All

2006-10-03T22:41:00.000-05:00

Early in the afternoon last Monday, September 25, A. V. reportedly gave birth to a baby girl, Maxine. While the V’s are supposedly happy, healthy and at home, neither A not the baby has made a public appearance since the Sectionals tournament, just one days before the “birth.” A’s new secluded lifestyle and the lack of any baby pictures or eyewitnesses has led some to question the baby’s existence. C.U. has obtained these satellite images of baby Maxine, although picturologists are not able to positively identify the images as a human child.

The birth was without complication and drug-free. It has been alleged that the V’s decision to choose this method may have been spiritual. While this was apparently not a “silent” birth, it should be noted that the Church of Scientology does in fact ban the use of pain relief drugs during childbirth. A. has stated that “Maxine” is a family name, but others have noted that the baby may be named after the quirky principle character in the 1999 film Being John Malkovich, or that the name may be a derivation of the French men’s name Maximillen, meaning “the greatest.” Disgruntled teammates have suggested the name may be a reference to A and N’s combined ultimate skills, and their hope that young Maxine will indeed be the greatest player ever to grace the sport.

A typically joins N at Briefcase practice, cheering from the sideline - this past Sunday she was nowhere to be seen, although Nate insisted she was at home resting. A source close to the V’s told C.U. reporters, “she loves going to Briefcase practice and sitting on the pregnant line, and normally clears her schedule to make time. I’m really surprised that she’s not out here with N and the rest of the team.”
Several days before the noted absence at practice, N had sent an email to the team informing them of Maxine’s arrival. It was a terse, text-only document and N declined to provide pictures upon request. First the email, then A’s curious absence from the sidelines, have made friends of the V’s wonder whether the birth took place at all.

“When I think about it, A’s stomach kept getting bigger and bigger but she didn’t gain weight anywhere else,” said a former teammate who asked that her identity not be revealed. “She look great. And she ate an astounding amount but, you know, that’s what the V’s do. It’s strange that it was pasta salad instead of ham sandwiches, though.”

“A has been in a great mood for the last nine months, and I’ve heard that pregnant women can get cranky sometimes,” said a regular fan of the V’s style of play. “I guess it’s possible that she just got a huge beer belly not playing ultimate. It happens.”

When asked about A’s extended absence from the ultimate scene, friends and teammates say they miss her and want to see the baby. Many have also offered the fact that, while A certainly appeared to be great with child and N was seen doting on her even more than usual, no one ever actually saw her stomach.

“She would wear N’s jersey, because it was bigger, and was definitely rocking the stretchy pants,” one beach player said. “But, no - come to think of it I never actually saw the stomach. She let me feel the baby kick once but, to be honest, I didn’t feel anything. And her stomach felt exactly like a gel bike seat.”

Only one acquaintance of the V’s, tbrizzle, has come forth and said that he has seen baby Maxine. Tbrizzle allegedly visited A in the hospital just days after the birth. When asked to provide evidence of the Maxine sighting, however, tbrizzle failed to produce anything substantial.

“I saw the baby in the hospital,” said tbrizzle. “She is the cutest baby in the world!!! It’s no surprise with such fantastic parents, but this baby is amazing - amazing, I’m telling you!! And she got A’s hair, which is a plus. She actually has an amazing amount of hair for a newborn baby.”

Friends and teammates continue to wonder, will they ever see baby Maxine? Will a picture of the little cutie-pie be brought to Regionals and passed around? Can the baby paparazzi satisfy the needs of the demanding Chicago ultimate public? How long will A “resting at home,” as N insists she has been doing for over one full week? Will Maxine herself show up at Regionals this weekend, and will she be wearing a tie? The world will wait and watch.

the casual weekend catch up

2006-10-02T13:50:00.000-05:00

friday night we went to wish that guy rob bon voyage and good luck in nyc for just long enough to get stuck in the rain on our bikes on the way to piece. after sending a blank text to a bunch of people and then texting the wrong rob, we destroyed some pizza with cho, bk, pfil, treem and henderson et al. it was a revolving door of people and food which was not happy news for our waitress, who was surly at best, and hated us with a passion at worst.

saturday was fall league, shopping, and the family guy movie... which was lovely. yesterday i switched my bike to the fixed gear side for the first time and rode around very slowly, with a hemet on, trying out my new hardcore-ness before i spent my rent on a pair of boots. then last night i went over to see the BRs and watch the bears game with them and the russells and pfil. the highlight for me (aside from the bears stomping the competition) was watching the simpsons at half time and eating ice cream with monica's killer pecan pie. rod and tod flanders played christian clue ("it was the secular humanist, in the schoolhouse, with misinformation") and madden dubbed michigan avenue the best avenue in the universe. now the weekend is a sweet memory but fear not... the casual continues this week with casual dining wednesday (La Scarola), dinner with the towns, and hopefully a baby sighting before regionals. stay tuned...

"i'm not a player i just crush a lot" -rr

2006-09-30T19:51:00.000-05:00

the public news team reported the shit out of the news saturday morning, winning both games after a depressing five-game losing streak. apparently you're more likely to win if you run a little bit and actually try to make connections on throws. the weather was awesome, and so was a big hammer by rick to bk (inspiration for the post title). little sacrificed his body for the team, weathering a kick in the head by a teammate and a mid-air bodycheck by an opponent. we're going to fundraise for recspecs. while we're sad it doesn't look like haymaker will be going to regionals, we're glad we have our little back. rachel is....fast and fierce. for future reference: it's a lot easier to cheer "cheese wheel" than "i'm not even mad i'm impressed."

friday on my mind

2006-09-28T19:37:00.000-05:00

believe it or not this post title is a song on the 1996 album, beverly hills 90210: sounds from the peach pit - not to be confused with 1992 or 1994 90210 soundtracks. i never knew any of this existed before i went looking for this picture, but i think it's a good sign. it still can't beat what steve found, though - it's a rat race, mr. briefcase.

in case you haven't caught on yet, C.U. and crew will be at piece friday night, 7:30ish. nothing starts psyching me up for regionals week like a little bbq chicken pizza. that and practice.

today is not my day

2006-09-27T08:58:00.000-05:00

today is that guy rob's last day at our office. he is going to new york to work for some superstar architect. i am happy for him even though they will work him like a teenage prostitute in bangkok. here he is repping c.u. at duffy's on monday night while the saints were spanking the falcons. keep your ears to the blog because there will probably be happy hour friday in his honor. here's to you rob. we expect guest posts from nyc, hopefully titled 'flex in the city' with you making muscle builder poses on broadway.

on top of losing rob, last night baker assaulted my self esteem on the tennis courts in grant park. i wont tell you the scores cause they were embarrassing. has anyone seen my tennis game? i know i left it around here somewhere.... if you see it call me.

then on the way to the WP on my bike i got actually assaulted by a crack head on milwaukee avenue just north of augusta. i was biking home and some crazy lady was crossing the street in front of me. when she got to my side of the street she stopped and slapped me in the face as i rode by. no joke. i have scratches from her rings or something on my ear and cheek. i have no idea why crackhead lady hit me. maybe her tennis game was off too. after the 32nd time my forehand went sailing out, still gaining altitude as it hit the back fence, i wanted to punch something too but i didnt. becuase im not crazy. sigh... milwaukee avenue is officially a war zone. you've been warned.

the silver lining to this cloud is ms. ulty who gave me a big hug and took me with her for dollar burgers at bar louie with treem and aaron. you might remember them from such posts as 'dart gun wars on labor day' or 'i laughed til my spleen hurt'. they made my brutal day a little brighter. hopefully theyll make it to happy hour friday after they brave critical mass.

chin up c.u. tomorrow is bound to be brighter.

Candy Land

2006-09-25T20:37:00.000-05:00

Listen up, friends. There are people in this world who make promises but don't come through, and then they make excuses. And then there are people who deliver. I met one such man two weeks ago, a gentleman who ate the last twizzler at the real world party but promised he'd send more. I get home from jogging tonght (or yogging; it might be a soft j) and what is there on my doorstep but a package full of every kind of twizzler under the sun? I've only ever had the classic strawberry, but they all look like so much fun. The twizted paradise pull-n-peels look like the product of a play-doh extruder contraption I used to have. Call me, we'll watch charlie and the chocolate factory and play candy land.

'what comes after b?'

2006-09-24T11:40:00.000-05:00

last night was pretty casual. so much so that the old joke 'what comes before part B? part-ay' was lost on one member of our group before we even left the house (try and guess who it was). hollering 'what comes after b' didnt quite get the rousing response intended but we did indeed get off the couch at the BR's and make it up to quenchers in honor of mini's birthday. here is his illegally aquired license showing him looking older and wiser.

we started out at the BR's with the briefcase peeps watching pointy soccer upstairs and the c.u. staff watching the muppet movie with the pretty ladies downstairs. the boys had to take shots every time their opponants team scored so before we got to the bar they had each had 5-6 shots and a few beers including tbr. drunk tony is rivaling drunk cho at this point for most fun when intoxicated. the leprachauns beat the spartacuses and we left for quenchers. drunk tony took a piece of chicken for the road and he ended up giving up on it and shoving it down ms. ultimate's shirt. the chicken fight was on.

at quenchers we met up with baker and our new friend tom carter who was wondering what the fragrance of casual ultimate was ('sugar and spice and everything nice of course'). we had to leave boots and ryan at home since theyre certified minors but everyone else held it down in honor of mini. we traded hats and there were more shots and then miss casual busted out to walk drunk tony and the birthday boy home and finish off the ice cream. heres hoping mr. briefcase and haymaker are not suffering this morning because of our late night. rob was worried about making it home to get more clothes for today but georgia graciously offered to loan him shorts ('freak, youll fit in my shorts!). and on that note i will take my leave of you. happy monday.

xoxo
miss casual

midas touch

2006-09-22T09:01:00.000-05:00

is slider not the most pampered bassett hound in the universe? i wish i got the kind of attention this puppy gets. last night over curry chicken quesadillas and tobacco onion rings carlo mused outloud that he wished slider were there. miss casual was only slightly offended seeing as how, certainly, when c(b)r is at home with slider he never thinks 'wow i wish miss casual or sally or bjorn were here.' although later on carlo admitted he might think 'wow i wish bjorn were here' if bg carried around a photo of his t-ball trophy from 1st grade.

we realized at dinner what ultimate is missing - a big f&*k-off shiny trophy. either something you can drink out of (a la stanley cup) or some kind of belt. or even the tall bmx type trophy that bg used to win by destroying other kids' dreams in his youth. our crack team of c.u. analysts are working on this as we speak. next year for sandburst the whole entry fee will be spent on a lifesize gold statue of the infamous chucktown vs. bg photo for the winner... or on a team of day laborers to get the glass off the field.

its friday ...can i get an 'amen'? which means game on for lots of y'all with sectionals this weekend. and game on for me with dj krush tonight at smart bar and fall league tomorrow with 'cash only' russell and '945' king. the c.u. staff will be spending the rest of the weekend working with our i.t. dept on the new site. if theres trouble happening holler at us. good luck to our peeps in naperville this weekend... not that y'all need luck with your fierce skillz. better reckidnize.

the blog must go on

2006-09-20T09:48:00.000-05:00

well after such a tumultuous saturday it seemed like we would never recover but as always... the casual continues. with ms. utlimate in the dirty south for a few days, i will attempt to hold it down in the chi. we didnt even mention our friday night which was lovely. c(b)r and i took slider for a long walk through lincoln park and ate expensive life changing chocolate at vosges and then met up with ms. ulty and tbr for mexican food.

chucktown called and i swear i talked to him for one minute and when i turned back around tbr was throwing lit tortilla chips at poor confused slider and ms. ulty had agreed that we would sleep over in jbr's basement rec room and make cupcakes and watch anchorman. not only that but she somehow agreed that shed wear the br's clothes to fall league the next day. i cant leave her alone for a minute. i have a picture of her wearing tonys shorts over her pants but its on my camera which is still at RWIP along with my self esteem and possibly my i-pod. (bk, you wanna get dinner tonight so i can grab my camera?)

last night we celebrated akira's return to the working world at rodan. after talking to dave about how bad pepe worked us last saturday at fall league we recounted more party stories, of which there are many, and discussed the new site for c.u. we need to get ea on board since hes obvioulsy in charge of our new marketing department. you wouldnt believe how high i jumped (and in heels) when i saw his shirt... screaming like a little girl. another big thanks to our rogue guest posters from saturday night. i was impressed with how well the post came together under the circumstances and even more surprised that it wasn't all that offensive or incriminating.

xoxo
miss casual

sparks was a bad choice

2006-09-17T20:06:00.000-05:00

the guest post says it all - in a seedy, end-of-night kind of way (for the record, future guest posters, our moms read the blog). the real world party was epic. we had been thinking of having the website launch party in the 22 because the house is so far away, but that's definitely out of the question now. it'll be worth taking a couple vacation days to get out there assuming those boys ever want people in their house again.

roommate four's 5 am post only touched on the highlights, but if you weren't there you're going to have to take our word that the best-dressed award goes to ea for silk-screening the C.U. page banner onto a T-shirt and trucker hat. the runners up were naked persons 1, 2, 3 and 4. 1 was naked for a reason - machine beat nemesis in flip cup - but 2, 3 and 4 were just jumping on the bandwagon. you might want to hose that bandwagon off before jumping on it yourself.

we added a few photos to the morning post. happy monday.

Early morning at Irving Park

2006-09-17T05:41:00.000-05:00

Guest post. You might know who we are. Don't bother guessing. You either know or you don't. This is being written at 5:10 am. Sunday morning. At TRWIP party. Guitar Hero is still going on downstairs. Quite loudly. Thanks to the downstairs neighbors, who are either very cool, or very deaf. They came by earlier, so we're thinking they're cool.

There was a bit of a miscalculation in the hallway, so our shoes and feet reek slightly of vomit. Incidentally, neither of the authors of this did the vomiting. Only two bedrooms of the five are occupied by the usual residents. For the purposes of anonymity, the roommates will be numbered. One's bedroom has seen 2 couples, neither of which involved One. There are four people, two couples, in Two's room. This group includes Two, so that's ok. Three's room has a new couple in it. They went into Two's room, found a pair of couples, then went into One's room. While it is unoccupied, there is something in it they didn't like. Four is still partying, as is five. One and Three are as well. Five's room is being protected by his girlfriend. They seem determined that they will be the only ones there tonight. Four's room has someone, but not in his bed. There is another non-resident asleep in a bathroom. He is much larger than this room, so he is curled in a little ball. And Pfil is looking for his keys. That's the state of the apartment right now. It is 5:15 am. Guitar Hero is still going on.

Highlights of the evening. Much more nudity that you might have expected. A lot of random making out, some that led to other things. A LOT of drinking. One and one half kegs of beer, plus multiple random cocktails were consumed. More drinking games than were healthy. As evidenced by the amazing amount of vomit that has hit a few spots.

we're not fourteen

2006-09-15T17:01:00.000-05:00

and yet... check us out on myspace

your casual forecast

2006-09-15T08:46:00.000-05:00

last night was a great night for beach. lucky for us (but unlucky for all the girls at depaul gym) bg rallyed everyone and we had enough people for fours and enough light to play for a bit. heres tony with his game face on....and a tiara. tony's been busy at work lately. which you can tell becuase i am also posting korean passports and dollar bills with slider on them which the man came up with while 'working.' this is all to add to the guilt trip miss casual was giving him last night at goose island in an effort to get him to come up with a logo for c.u. hopefully today he'll 'have time'. (you know in talladega nights when the gay french nascar driver says his dream is to retire to sweden and design a currency for dogs and cats to use? yeah....brs. big time .)

in another BR related incident, c(b)r noted his profoundly feminist attitude last night over root beer floats and nachos. 'i treat all women badly not just my girlfriend.' ahem. its the stuff of c.u. legend. as was my sick layout last night...even though i dropped the disc. i looked like a kindred there for a minute. but mostly i just ran around and collided with people, namely leah. it was fun though and even dr. mercer came out. (congratulate him if you havent yet... on the dr. bit. he's kind of a big deal.)

this weekend the forecast looks like ultimate with a slight chance of casual on friday night (anchorman viewing to get psyched up for our big game), increasing to mostly casual on saturday (with fall league, the r.w.i.p. party, and possibly photos of bg and pfil in bridesmaid dresses) and the casual clearing up on sunday in time for a relaxing afternoon. holla at a playa.

girls gone idlewild

2006-09-13T10:58:00.000-05:00

party this weekend at real world irving park. this is roadhouse telling ms. ulty that saturday night is gonna be 'off the chain.' if you dont know email us and maybe well let you in on the details although i think every ultimate player in chicago has probably gotten the email by now. casualultimate@gmail.com theres gonna be cho and a keg and maybe some outkast (ive been listening to idlewild nonstop...hence the post title) and thats all you need to know...

casual dining last night was pretty sweet. empanadas might be the perfect food. and who can argue with cheap red wine and birthday cake for dessert? we are hatching a scheme for bryan king to be the empanada king of chicago. its pretty complicated. i could maybe draw you a diagram of the aerospace mechanism that will allow him to produce 500 empanadas a day and sell them in the loop but it will look remarkably like a team of hispanic men with a truck. stay tuned for possible happy hour friday. this weekend is going to be bloggarific.

hangin' tough: the casual ultimate movie

2006-09-11T09:37:00.000-05:00

the weekend started off without a bang after all. with the promise of lowering a couch via a complicated cable and pulley system from the roof to the fourth floor deck of pfil's new place, c.u. was certain that we would get some photos worthy of 'faces of death: furniture edition.' but no dice. in bjorn, tbrizzle, and paul's capable hands the couch drop went surprisingly smoothy. miss casual took to the street with lauren to watch the couch go over the side. with a 40 oz. in one hand and a camera in the other i watched with the stunned car wash guys as the couch landed safely in the hands of dp and pfil on the deck.

of course saturday was the start of tuneup and ms. ulty can post a bit about their first day out since miss casual was holding it down with rick, bk, and liz on the funnest fall league team ever. we played savage since everyone was at the tournament / weddings / notre dame game but we played pretty well considering and yelled and giggled quite a bit which bodes well for the rest of the season. seriously...think of somebody fun who's playing fall league. theyre on our team. (c.u. in no way wishes to offend our future opponants...unless it makes you more scared of us and in some way furthers our quest for victory). saturday night it was notre dame mayhem at the BR's with all the south benders and Dan Baker even. here's Baker wrestling with Mike D. sunday on the briefcase sideline. we missed you dan. were glad youre back.

the post title comes from carlo's new haircut for the tourny which makes him an honorary new kid on the block. check out the photo below. you be the judge. sunday on the way to watch our business casual brothers and sisters rock their way to the finals, bk, rick and miss casual cast the entire casual ultimate movie. we are still taking suggestions for a few roles but generally here is the cast.

parker posey is miss casual
portia de rossi is ms. ultimate
will ferrell is dan baker
tom cruise is mike d.
the wilson brothers are the br's (we think)
will arnett might be pfil
jet li is cho
chuck norris is bjorn
buster from arrested is joe little
jack black is russell
jeneane garofolo is sally
obviously whats his face from the o.c. is ferrari
i think vince vaughn could cameo as dr. mercer
maybe sarah silverman as becky? or lindsey lohan?
chuck is the only person cahrasmatic enough to play himself
so we have some obvious gaps to fill here...(akira, bk, thor and liz, dr. welsh etc.) so post suggestions or substitutions. *inspired casting will get you a v.i.p. pass to the launch party.*

coming soon to a theater near you...

here are some more photos from the tourny thanks to candice. (more coming later due to technical difficulties...)

i wanna go fast i wanna go fast i wanna go fast

2006-09-07T09:39:00.000-05:00

last night miss casual went on a bike ride with papa town (yes the towns are in... town). we rode up to the top of the path and back. i am so in love with my new bike. i love it more than brunch or manicures. i want to ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell. (if you havent seen talladega nights yet you might want to get on that.)

yes the stars in the picture come standard with the pista. it must be embarrassing to be wearing more spandex than a linda ronstadt concert and get owned but some girl wearing big gold hoops, an old t shirt and some hot pumas singing 'sexy back'. it is amazing how slow some of those dudes go. i mean im pretty sure wind resistance isnt your big concern if you are barely breaking a sweat pedaling 3 miles an hour. the c.u. staff are going to put together a long fall bike ride sometime soon so stay tuned.

friday night when i bought the bicycle of my dreams, the c.u. staff went out to dinner at club lucky to celebrate with some peeps. unfortunately due to a family emergency most of the table left bjorn and i at a huge table for 6 people with a pissed off waitress. thankfully monica and tony showed up so poor bg wouldnt have to listen to me babel about the bike for two solid hours. my brain was on a bike-bike-cocktail-bike-veal ravioli-bike-bike-beer-bike loop. it got interrupted by our trip to map room to meet mike d and his friends for exotic belgian beer where we ran into my roommates (1535 in the heezy!). and then it was on to lemings for american, the opposite of exotic belgian beer. its almost the weekend casual people...hang in there. why do short weeks always feel the longest? maybe we'll get some happy hour happening tomorrow to celebrate surviving another week in flourescent purgatory. totes.

Robotic Frisbees of Death

2006-09-06T10:07:00.000-05:00

This news item was brought to my attention via JKD and the Oberlin ulty listserve – you know it's from an Obie because it's about warfare. Apparently we weren't just being paranoid - the defense department has been spying on left-leaning frisbee players lo these many years:

"'The Frisbee disc has proven its potential on the sports field as a platform for short free-flights'…..Without 'predefined flight orientation,' a Frisbee drone 'offers novel flight characteristics and manoeuvrability. It is potentially suitable for a variety of mission objectives fulfilling surveillance, communications, munitions and/or airborne radar warning systems.'"

UK researchers have also found that we're going to have to attach jets of some sort if we want our throws more floaty:

"The disc-wing unmanned aerial vehicle (UAV) configuration in question is based on the Frisbee™ sports disc shape, typically unstable in pitch and for practical purposes inertially stabilised by spinning. The Frisbee disc has proven its potential on the sports field as a platform for short free-flights. This research harnesses that potential proposing a UAV capable of sustained flight. A flying sports disc generates lift through forward velocity just like a conventional wing. The lift contributed by spin is insignificant and does not provide nearly enough down force to support hover. A spin-stabilised disc-wing UAV, based on the sports disc shape, requires a power plant and an appropriate method of provision for aerodynamic control. The spinning UAV demands a cyclically pulsed jet thruster of some description and investment from industry to develop the necessary small-scale propulsion technology."

Do we have a materials scientist on staff? Think tank, what's the plan? Maybe if we can develop an ultra lightweight plastic we can attach a couple cyclically pulsed jet thrusters and keep the whole thing under 175g.

C.R.E.A.M. - casual rules everything around me

2006-09-04T19:31:00.000-05:00

labor day weekend was money. for as much nothing as we did, we are certainly worn out. friday we started by busting out of work early and doing a little light shopping with that guy rob, pro-dejiner and all around trouble maker. after we parted ways the c.u. staff went to humboldt park and bought miss casual a new bike. a bianchi pista actually, covered in chrome and glittering like the sun. it makes her so fast stars fly out behind her when she rides it. as a boy on the path said, 'its a lot of chrome.' miss casual thinks now she will petition our favorite viking and triathalete to start a bianchi biker gang.

so saturday the c.u. staff took the new toy out for a spin to hyde park to go to the bookstore. ms. ultimate was on a quest for textbooks with ugly 70's covers and frozen lemonade. on the way we ran into tiger and lyrica rollerblading to jazzfest and passed rose on her bike headed the same way. after another long ride sunday morning and business casual practice the c.u. staff grabbed the keg and hightailed for the northside wearing our new miss casual and ms. ultimate shirts respectively.

the labor day bbq chez ultimate was epic in scope and consequence. new laws were passed (this fall vote prop. 69), new friends were made, and thanks to treem, aaron and ashley dart gun wars were fought and lost. sally is a deadly shot. after taking over the block party and playing some home run derby, the casual crew retired to the back yard. props to everyone who came and brought goodies; it was good times and the BBQ is now officially an annual event.

that said, things got crazy and we can't be sure where the trouble began - bridget and her bourbon, pfil et al with their demon juice (sparxx) or mini and his pbr - but pants were exchanged. the C.U. staff, after getting all hopped up on caffeine and candy flavored malt liquor, abandoned ship for hopleaf. ms. ultimate and bg took a detour through the cemetary and then we picked up mike d on the way to carol's for swing dancing and legislation. mike is the head of the new c.u. politicy think tank. he is accepting applications for interns. here's your new boss:

so after a late night and some more dancing in the kitchen back at the manor, the c.u. staff woke up to find out the shocking news that crocodile hunter had passed away. miss casual shot some mf'in dinosaurs later with bg in his honor. it took us seven hours of well crafted planning and execution to go see talladega nights and get pizza with bg and pfil on monday. this is obviously why we have established a think tank. we cant do it alone.

happy tuesday,
C&U