Only Becky will find this interesting, but indulge me.
Last night on So You Think You Can Dance, they did the first ever Pas De Deux, and it kicked ass. For those unfamiliar with ballet/modern, a pas de deux means step of two, duet basically. But specifically defining the dance as a pas de deux implies extreme difficulty in technique and extension/partnering. And it was choreographed by none other than Desmond Richardson!! Google him, he's a huge name in the dance world.
Watch it, it's pretty amazing. I wish I could dance like that! And having that body wouldn't be so bad either.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
A glimpse whether you like it or not
Posted by
Ollec12
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6:18 AM
Tuesday Evening July 15th :
I left work at around 8:30 P.M. It was one of the later days I had worked in a while. Normal routine suggested I should phone over to the Demetriou Jason household. I opt to call Jason, fearing Demetriou would be unreachable, asleep, or at work. After 4 rings, Jason picks up "Ello?", said in a Jason voice with half effort, as if he had been lying awkwardly on the side couch that is too small for him. I ask what he is doing and he responds "watching the all-star game". I then ask "Is Demetriou there?" and he responds "yes". Relief and joy wash over me as spending time with both Jason and Demetriou in the same room is a great time.
As I arrive at the door, I know that once I ring the doorbell, Jason and Demetriou will be playing "Rock, paper, scissors" to determine who will let me in. Jason wins 90% of the time, however in my mind I had already placed a bet favoring Demetriou. As Jason appears to open the door, I congratulate myself on my keen foresight only to have any elation squandered as I learn Demetriou made him get the door because he was eating a sandwich.
I enter the apartment, carrying a bag with a sandwich and chips from "Old Nelson", the Wawa replacement that is superior to its predecessor because of its higher quality meats and its service from individuals of Asian influence. As I sit down, my relief and joy are gone, for I am already thinking about the next day. The next day is a trip to Reading, which means a 5:30 rise. The drive will begin at Starbucks and then I will turn onto Egg Harbor Road. Then I will proceed to hit 80 to 90% of the 7 traffic lights I have to go through before I hit 55. Then its a crap shoot as to whether the Philadelphia area decides to work that day, as there could be all or no traffic.
This is what it is like over Demetriou and Jason's when it is just the three of us. I love it and find great amusement just about the whole time. If you can imagine the scene, hopefully you will find amusement too.
Happy Birthday to Becky and my Dad.
I left work at around 8:30 P.M. It was one of the later days I had worked in a while. Normal routine suggested I should phone over to the Demetriou Jason household. I opt to call Jason, fearing Demetriou would be unreachable, asleep, or at work. After 4 rings, Jason picks up "Ello?", said in a Jason voice with half effort, as if he had been lying awkwardly on the side couch that is too small for him. I ask what he is doing and he responds "watching the all-star game". I then ask "Is Demetriou there?" and he responds "yes". Relief and joy wash over me as spending time with both Jason and Demetriou in the same room is a great time.
As I arrive at the door, I know that once I ring the doorbell, Jason and Demetriou will be playing "Rock, paper, scissors" to determine who will let me in. Jason wins 90% of the time, however in my mind I had already placed a bet favoring Demetriou. As Jason appears to open the door, I congratulate myself on my keen foresight only to have any elation squandered as I learn Demetriou made him get the door because he was eating a sandwich.
I enter the apartment, carrying a bag with a sandwich and chips from "Old Nelson", the Wawa replacement that is superior to its predecessor because of its higher quality meats and its service from individuals of Asian influence. As I sit down, my relief and joy are gone, for I am already thinking about the next day. The next day is a trip to Reading, which means a 5:30 rise. The drive will begin at Starbucks and then I will turn onto Egg Harbor Road. Then I will proceed to hit 80 to 90% of the 7 traffic lights I have to go through before I hit 55. Then its a crap shoot as to whether the Philadelphia area decides to work that day, as there could be all or no traffic.
This puts me in a foul mood. As I look to my left, I get a closer look at Demetriou. He is sitting in his chair with his blanket on. He looks a bit frazzled. I can see he is irritated, probably because he hasn't been sleeping well lately. Nevertheless, I decide to test him. I begin asking him questions, making comments, mainly things along the line of: " Man, Demetriou is so lucky he gets to immediately plop in his chair once he wakes up to watch the game" Midway through this comment, he interjects "Don't even start Penrith". For his sake, I refrained for a bit and turned my attention to Jason.
There is no reason to try to annoy Jason. There are many pleasant things I can discuss with him, such as possible trades for Ryan Howard, our fantasy baseball leagues, excessive drinking on the vacation, etc. Most of these conversations annoy Demetriou, therefore that adds even more enjoyment. Before any of these exchanges can begin though, Jason is already mis-pronouncing several of the baseball players' names on the television. I support is mis-pronunciations by repeating them in my version of the Jason voice. Again, Demetriou's frustration builds. This repeats until it is time for me to leave. Occasionally, we play Dr. Mario before I leave.
This is what it is like over Demetriou and Jason's when it is just the three of us. I love it and find great amusement just about the whole time. If you can imagine the scene, hopefully you will find amusement too.
Happy Birthday to Becky and my Dad.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
It's Called the Road. It's Called RainBow Road
Posted by
Mike Liuzzi
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7:52 AM
...And it's the road you go to, when you die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuX5_OWObA0
I wish I knew how to post videos directly on here. It would make this that much funnier/bizarre.
**Update!***
Figured it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuX5_OWObA0
I wish I knew how to post videos directly on here. It would make this that much funnier/bizarre.
**Update!***
Figured it out.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
And Demetriou Freaks If You Text In A CAR...
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
at
9:51 PM
This here is a crazy video taken on the streets of New Delhi, India. That's right, he is lying down on a motorcyle, texting, on the highway. If you're ever in a car with Demetriou and have to text, he reacts as if you're doing the following:
Sunday, July 13, 2008
New Jersey Welcomes Home Its Favorite Son
Posted by
Mike Liuzzi
at
9:16 PM
On Behalf of the Great State of New Jersey, The Liuzzi Backyard, Millville, The Crabs in Beaver Dam, Landmark Americana, South Philadelphia, and Rita's of Washington Township, I'd like to officially welcome back Dan Liuzzi and thank him for bringing his celebrity status to the Tri-State area. His recognition of his hometown and donations to the local economies (most notable, Atlantic City) are appreciated. As a sign of our gratitude, we have attached some photos, documenting his journey.
Signed,
Management



Signed,
Management

Saturday, July 12, 2008
Awesome Prius Ad Campaign Reassures Me Of My Awesomeness. (Awesome!)
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
at
8:15 PM
This is a new Ad Campaign that reads at the bottom of the image: "Well, At Least He (/She) Drives A Prius." I think it's pretty funny.

There's two more, one of a guy picking up a hooker, and another of a wife cheating on her husband with her gardener.
Monday, July 7, 2008
This Dog Is a Balloonatic!
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
at
12:08 PM
This is the cutest/funniest/cutest again thing I've ever seen...
Labels:
Humor
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
I Find "This" Blog Hilarious.
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
at
12:18 PM
This is a blog called The "Blog" Of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks. It's a guaranteed laugh whenever I read it, personally. People send in pictures all over the world of signs written by those who don't perhaps "understand" grammar and use quotation marks "way too loosely."
Labels:
Humor
Jesus Saves
Posted by
Kristi
at
7:20 AM
A word Catholicism...
So, I'm housesitting for my parents. The other day, I check the mail and find a letter addressed to me. I find this strange, as I rarely have mail delivered there these days. I find it even stranger because it is from "The Church of the Holy Family". Here is what it said:
Dear Kristi:
Birthdays are important events that signify the close of one year as we add another candle to our cake as well as the hope that we will celebrate many more happy and healthy years by being able to blow out those lit candles. (Translation: We're buttering you up)
Certain birthdays mark particular milestones in our lives and new lables of responsiblity. At seventeen we can drive; at eighteen we can exercise independence from our parents and cast our vote; and at twenty-one we can legally drink alcohol and gamble in casinos. (Translation: Those were pretty cool milestones, weren't they?) You recently celebrated your twenty-fifth birthday, the quarter-century mark...please accept my prayerful congratulations. (Translation: Now that you're getting old, we're praying for you.)
At this time, I ask you to accept two new faith responsibilities - to register as a member of the parish and to support the parish on your own. (Send us money, or you'll burn in hell) We want you to be an active participant in parish life and remind you that registration is required for the celebration of the Sacrament of Marriage (as long as you're not a homo) and for receiving a letter of eligibility to stand as a godparent or sponsor for Baptism or Confirmation. (Translation: Join the church...or else!)
Registering is easy and takes only a few minutes. (That's what she said) You may stop by the parish office or click the "Become a Member" section of our website.
If there is anything that I or any of the priests here at Holy Family can do for you, please let me know. Congratulations on your birthday. I will remember you in my prayers and at Mass.
God bless,
(Reverend) Robert E. Hughes
So basically, they wished me a happy birthday then tried to guilt me into sending them money. Did anyone else get this letter?
Thanks be to God.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
4th of July
Posted by
Geoff
at
4:00 PM
What are we doing, kids? My friends are having a rooftop party in Queens if you guys wanna go. Or if you wanna make plans down here. I know Demetriou and Becky are out. How bout the rest?
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