sing along

(Hit Play)

This was a triumph. I'm making a note here:

"HUGE SUCCESS!"

It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Aperture Science:
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us
Except the ones who are dead.

But there's no sense crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive.

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you.

Now these points of data make a beautiful line

And we're out of beta we're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD I got burned think of all the things we learned
For the people who are still alive.

(I was all like…)

Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa -

THAT WAS A JOKE. HA HA, FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great:
It's so delicious and moist.

(But now I'm all like…)

Look at me still talking when there's science to do.
When I look out there it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run there is research to be done
On the people who are still alive

And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing science and I'm still alive.
P.S. I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
P.P.S. While you're dying I'll be still alive.
Final thought: And when you're dead I will be still alive.

Still alive.

In ancient days during the quarterback drought of 2008, there came a child called Kevin Newsome from Old Virginia bearing news that he shalt accept a scholarship offer from the University of Michigan, and there was much rejoicing among the People of the Wolverine for the wise men of recruiting looked into his future and saw his head anointed by many stars.

But then came the dark years when every first-born quarterback among the Wolverines was slain. To escape the same fate, the child Newsome was put unto a basket and floated down the river, where he was found in the Valley of Happiness and raised in the court of the ancient and Great Paterno.

However as he grew older Kevin Newsome saw his brothers -- even the walk-on -- anointed before him, and wondered about his fate. And finally he decided he must leave Happy Valley and seek his fortunes. One day he came upon a shrubbery engulfed in flame, and out of this shrubbery he heard a voice...

(HIT PLAY)

Go down, Newsome, way down in Happy Valley Penn State land.
Tell old -- Paterno...
Let my QBs go!!!!

(da dum da doobie doobie, da dum da dum)

When McGloin came starter his backups said:
Let my QBs go!
They sat so much they could not stand.
Let my QBs go!

(So the Lord said) Go down, Newsome, way down in State College Penn State land.
Tell old....Paterno....to let my QBs go!

(da dum da doobie dum, da dum da doobie dum)

So Bolden went to Happy Land
Let my QBs go!
He couldn't make Paterno understand,
Let my QBs go!

(Yes the Lord said) Go down, Bolden, way down in University Park Penn State land..
Tell old....Paterno....to let my QBs go!

(da dum da doobie, da dum a doobie, da dum da doobie dum dum)

Thus spoke Paul Jones, bold freshman said:
Let my QBs go!
Your first-born son's not right in the head.
Let my QBs go!

('Cause the Lord said) Go down, Paul Jones, way down in Beaver Stadium Penn State land..
Tell old....Paterno....
Let my QBs go!

And Paterno said:

No! No! No! I will not let them go!

A whole lot of "defense will be better" diaries this week. Rather than steal their thunder, HIT PLAY to listen to my favorite song off my favorite album of all time, and once the strings and charts come in, start clicking things. (Mp3 courtesy of band's official page)

Dear Diary,

Your gentleman caller

Well, he's been calling on another
He loves his forbidden fruit

And as it dribbles down his chin
He cries:

"Baby I've been drinking with some friends now how about a little kiss"

Bad boy
Rub his nose in it, what a mess

And he's playing dumb
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

I'm not looking for a lover
All those lovers are liars
I would never lie to you

You say you wanna get even
Yeah you wanna get your bad man good
Well, are you in the mood?

You bad girl
Does it feel good
Being bad? and get worse
do do do do do do do do

But in the morning
On the sober dawn of Sunday
You're not sure what you have done

Who told you love was fleeting?
Sometimes men can be so misleading
To take what they need from you

Whatever you need to make you feel
Like you've been the one behind the wheel
The sunrise is just over that hill

The worst is over.

Whatever I said to make you think
That love's the religion of the weak

This morning we love like weaklings
The worst is over.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

The worst is over.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

The worst is over.

• NCAA Total Defense: 110th (of 120)
• NCAA Scoring Defense: 108th
• Rushing Defense: 95th, but that's just to set up the…
• Passing Defense: 112th
• Turnovers Gained: T-77th
• 3rd Down: 95th
• Red Zone: 87th
• Fremeau: 108th

The worst is over.