"Famous Phillies Batting Stances"
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
But Can Demetriou Do THIS? (Answer: Probably.)
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
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6:46 PM
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Phillies
Another birthday LOSER
Posted by
Demetriou
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3:41 PM
Jason's birthday [4/18 vs. NYM]: Lose, 6-4
Liuzzi's birthday [6/4 vs. CIN]: Lose, 2-0
Penrith's birthday [6/17 vs. BOS]: Lose 3-0
Kristi's birthday [6/18 vs. BOS]: Lose 7-4
Nice goin guys. All four were home games, you'd think you guys could pull out at least one! 2 shut-outs, too, that's impressive considering the Phils have only been shut out 4 times this year. They actually won on my birthday, but it was a spring training game. Becky, they have off on your birthday, so we'll have to wait until Geoff's big day in September to see if they can pull out a big "W."
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
This One's For The Guys (Becky and Kristi, I'm sorry.)
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
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4:09 PM
This is the Wii Fit. Say hello.It's a new game for the Wii. You stand on it, and it measures your body weight; you can do yoga on it, push-ups, aerobics, and mini-games like hoola-hoops. It keeps track of your health/fitness, BMI, etc.
It's supposedly really fun (and good for you!), and I would like to eventually get one.
And if you have a girlfriend who's cool and likes video games, then the following video is all the reason you should need to buy her one. (Again, Becky and Kristi, I'm sorry. ...Unless you actually enjoy this, in which case: hotttt.)
Blogging
Posted by
Anonymous
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10:49 AM
Hello All!
Liuzzi, I must admit, this whole 'Blog' thing actually seems like a pretty cool idea. Brings back memories of those yester-years with easyjournal. I think all of us had a journal going (except for Kristi, who I believe was officially pronounced dead during those years and was replaced by 'she who must not be named') which allowed us to stay in touch despite the distances between us. Plus, some of the posts were pretty damn funny. The one thing about our group of friends is that we are all characters in our own way. This blog should help us all stay in touch much better and allow us to enjoy the kind of humor only we find humorous. I promise to contribute as much as possible with stories of life with Mr. Daniel Dean Demetriou. Good work Mr. Liuzzi, and Happy Birthday Mr. Dan Penrith and Ms. Kristi Christ!
Very Helpful Instructions for Parents-To-Be.
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
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10:25 AM

(Click photo to be directed to a whole list of helpful hints!)
I suggest passing this along to anyone you know who is expecting. There's alot of good tips and tricks here.
For instance, did you know babies prefer a game of peek-a-boo over a thoughtful game of chess?
(Really, it's true! Head over to the site to see for yourself.)
I learned something today.
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Humor
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
So last week I did this.
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
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10:10 PM
(For a gallery of about 24 photos, click the above picture to go to my new Webshots account!)
With me (above) is my friend Lauren. We were the first to go up. After we landed, my friends Claire and Rich suited up and jumped themselves (Since I have about a bajillion pictures, I didn't upload all of them. I uploaded mostly ones of myself considering you guys don't know the other people who went).
So, yeah, after signing our lives away about 36 times, me and Lauren suited up and got in the tiny, tiny plane with our tandem jumpers. Think of the smallest interior of a plane you can, then shrink that image about 50%. We sat on the floor, and fit together with each other like tetris pieces. After a little flying, I looked out the window and saw how high we were. I asked my jumper if we were jumping soon and he pointed at his handy altitude meter on his wrist. We were 500 feet up, and we needed to get to 10,000 feet. Hol-y crap.
The rest of the ride wasn't too scary, surprisingly. It was about 25 minutes till we got to the correct height. Lauren and her jumper opened the door, at which point cold air came rushing into the plane. I watched Lauren and her jumper disappear out the side of the plane in an instant. Then it was my turn. VERY tightly attached to the guy behind me, we knee-d our way up to the door. This was the scariest part. You have to put one foot out on this metal 2x4 looking thing and keep your other knee inside the plane, on the floor. Holding onto your chute, the jumper holds your head and does a *1.. 2... 3.* action. Then all of a sudden you spin around and are flying downwards at a hundred and some miles an hour.
It doesn't even feel like you're falling, really. It feels like you're suspended in the air, with a huge fan underneath you. It stings a tiny bit, and is incredibly loud. After about a mile of falling (around 45 seconds), your chute deploys and all is quiet and peaceful. My guy, Lonny, goes, "Here, grab the handles of the chute," to which I replied, "Ohhhh nooo no no thanks." But he made me, and it was fun.
The parachute ride was very serene and nice. I felt very safe, I must say.
So here comes the landing part. I heard many stories of people breaking legs, so when my guy told me, "Okay stand-up now..." at which point I thought, "And break my legs? I think not, good sir." So I decided to sit. Well, Lonny decided to stand... ya know, like he told me to do. Our unspoken disagreement lead to us tumbling on the ground for about a minute, rolling around on the floor, legs flailing. Also, the parachute grabbing some air after I thought our gay tumbling in the grass ceased, didn't help.
I already wanna go again. I may go with my uncle in July when I come home. I highly recommend it to anyone on the fence.
With me (above) is my friend Lauren. We were the first to go up. After we landed, my friends Claire and Rich suited up and jumped themselves (Since I have about a bajillion pictures, I didn't upload all of them. I uploaded mostly ones of myself considering you guys don't know the other people who went).
So, yeah, after signing our lives away about 36 times, me and Lauren suited up and got in the tiny, tiny plane with our tandem jumpers. Think of the smallest interior of a plane you can, then shrink that image about 50%. We sat on the floor, and fit together with each other like tetris pieces. After a little flying, I looked out the window and saw how high we were. I asked my jumper if we were jumping soon and he pointed at his handy altitude meter on his wrist. We were 500 feet up, and we needed to get to 10,000 feet. Hol-y crap.
The rest of the ride wasn't too scary, surprisingly. It was about 25 minutes till we got to the correct height. Lauren and her jumper opened the door, at which point cold air came rushing into the plane. I watched Lauren and her jumper disappear out the side of the plane in an instant. Then it was my turn. VERY tightly attached to the guy behind me, we knee-d our way up to the door. This was the scariest part. You have to put one foot out on this metal 2x4 looking thing and keep your other knee inside the plane, on the floor. Holding onto your chute, the jumper holds your head and does a *1.. 2... 3.* action. Then all of a sudden you spin around and are flying downwards at a hundred and some miles an hour.
It doesn't even feel like you're falling, really. It feels like you're suspended in the air, with a huge fan underneath you. It stings a tiny bit, and is incredibly loud. After about a mile of falling (around 45 seconds), your chute deploys and all is quiet and peaceful. My guy, Lonny, goes, "Here, grab the handles of the chute," to which I replied, "Ohhhh nooo no no thanks." But he made me, and it was fun.
The parachute ride was very serene and nice. I felt very safe, I must say.
So here comes the landing part. I heard many stories of people breaking legs, so when my guy told me, "Okay stand-up now..." at which point I thought, "And break my legs? I think not, good sir." So I decided to sit. Well, Lonny decided to stand... ya know, like he told me to do. Our unspoken disagreement lead to us tumbling on the ground for about a minute, rolling around on the floor, legs flailing. Also, the parachute grabbing some air after I thought our gay tumbling in the grass ceased, didn't help.
I already wanna go again. I may go with my uncle in July when I come home. I highly recommend it to anyone on the fence.
Labels:
Skydiving
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Where's the polar bear, Jon?
Posted by
Dan Liuzzi
at
1:40 PM
My apologies to Demetriou, who will despise everything about this post, because it combines two things I love.
Labels:
Humor,
Lost,
The Daily Show
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