Emmy winning actor Joey Pants talks illness, life
By Jon Silman | July 7, 2010What's it like to be Joey Pants?
What's it like to be Joey Pants?
If there is one great American rite of passage, it is the road trip. Haphazardly shoving people and belongings into a car and debauching ourselves across state lines is about as American as apple pie baked by underpaid immigrant laborers.
I know you've been waiting for it: the weekend of booze, fireworks and watermelon in celebration of our country that looms at the end of this first week of Summer B.
Gainesville’s only annual fireworks display is bursting back to life with help from local sponsors.
The Fourth of July. It’s possibly the greatest holiday that has ever existed. Some guys signed a piece of paper that brought the United States of America into existence, and more than two centuries later we commemorate that day in the most American way: grilling, getting belligerently drunk and watching things explode. I love July Fourth because I’m a big fan of America. It’s pretty much the best country I’ve ever lived in.
This is not the column I planned on writing this week. If everything had gone like it was supposed to, I'd be recapping my adventures at Bonnaroo. I had my ticket paid for me. My car was just about packed. And then I was reminded that this was the weekend my dad and I were supposed to visit my grandmother. Goodbye, Bonnaroo. Hello, Mishawaka, Indiana.
Summer pool parties include beer, food, music, and girls in bikinis. What more could you ask for? Saturday seemed to be my lucky day, as Gainesville Place hosted its Summer A pool party.
Gators have a new reason to turn their jorts-swag on: UF students Rudy Mendoza, Calvin Cole, Tim Keck and Brian Amos won the title of Funniest Comedy Team at the National College Comedy Competition.
When I told my editor I’d do a feature on a tranny prostitute, I sort of meant it as a joke.
Sold in a small pouch clearly labeled “not intended for human consumption,” Gainesville Green Sense is marketed as an herbal air freshener. The finely crumbled blend of dry plant matter smells slightly sweet, similar to a fruity bubblegum.
Summer is a hard time for sports fans. As the NBA and NHL playoffs come to a close, fans are left trying to subsist off of the meager pickings of summer sports.
You can’t describe summertime in Gainesville. You have to experience it – the 98- degree temperatures, 110 percent humidity, mosquitoes the size of cockroaches and sweat stains galore. It’s a time when even a brief walk to class leaves you with a swamp in your pants.
The UF Stand Up Comedy Team has made it to the Funniest Four of The Rooftop Comedy National College Comedy Competition for the second consecutive year. The fabulous foursome are: Rudy “Glitter Machine” Mendoza, Calvin “Time Hooker” Cole, Tim “Shadow Box” Keck and Brian “New Guy” Amos.
"Functioning robots are all alike; every malfunctioning robot malfunctions in its own way."
Space. The final frontier. Where no one can hear you scream, and where everyone's favorite mustached avenger must return to once again save the princess on the back of a dinosaur-dragon and get a piece of that cake! Finally.
Dear readers, I have enjoyed my time so far serving as an Avenue columnist. By which, I mean that I enjoy getting my opinions and musings out there so I can entertain some bored students who just finished the crossword in the classifieds section. However, I will be taking my column in a different direction this time. Instead of entertaining you people with (mostly) true stories about being bored and anti-social, I will use my position as a semi-legitimate column writer to warn one and all about a very grave threat to our collective well-being: douchebags.
Want to learn how to grow weeds? Have you been itching to use your green thumb this summer? Then I'm here to tell you that it's not only easy, it's fun and affordable.
“I drive a Honda Fit, which is ironic,” Chris Cope said.
“If you want a revolution, the only solution: evolve, gotta evolve.”
“You’re staying in Gainesville for the summer?” This is the last thing my friend said to me after I had finished helping him move out of his apartment a couple of weeks ago.