Delta f and the Vicissitudes of Life in Windsor

The Last Week at the Delta f Homestead

2006-04-25T15:59:00.001-04:00

Well everyone,

It's been a crazy three years here at the Delta f World Headquarters at 194 Bridge in Windsor. Although most of us are returning next year - or at least won't be far - it is indeed the last week that we will be in the Delta f pad.
With the giant hole in our driveway and an almost total lack of hot water now, I can't say that too many of the Cadre Few are really all that sad to say goodbye to the house its self, but the good memories we have at this crazy house will live on in our tales of destruction, the Delta f Blog, of course...But also in Video Form!

So now, submitted for the approval of those who haven't seen it yet, I present you with a Delta f retrospective, as narrated by our own JM.

Bette Midler provides the tear-jerking Vocals

As it gets closer to the time when we finish our exams, party the shit out the house and move out for good, I look forward to all the crazy times ahead of us - though I doubt they will overshadow those behind.

Long-Live Delta f!

Strange Resemblance: Vitoria's Secret

2006-04-03T19:28:00.000-04:00

Continuing in the Delat f Blog's Strange resemblance tradition (lest we forget Justin's Hunter, and Lianne's Student Crossing) we now present one that basically getting me back for Mel's resemblance to Hilary Duff. Go figure.

Here it is:

Yep, that's Justin and I enjoying a Moment with a glove.
That appears to
be a Victoria's Secret Model doing the same...

The header to this when Mel sent it to me was

"Me and the Duff got Nothin' on you and Victoria over here!"

Thanks Mel.

The Motorboat Video

2006-04-03T14:26:00.000-04:00

Here it is!

For all of you who've heard about the Motorboat video, heck even for those who haven't - here you go. Enjoy.

Who wants a double Motorboat?

I do!!!

St. Patrick's Day 2006 - the Movie!

2006-04-02T18:03:00.000-04:00

The Pictures are in! I thought I'd do something a little different this time and make a video. If anyone else has some pictures that they want me to post - send 'em in!

Enjoy the debauchery!

YouTube is possibly the greatest thing. Ever.

St. Patrick's day 2006

2006-03-11T16:05:00.000-05:00

Yup, it's that time already:
The Delta f
St. Patrick's Day
Extravaganza
is This Friday!

As many of you may know,
this is the
Best St. Patrick's Day Party in Windsor !

"So why should I come this year?"
you might be asking.

Because Delta f wants you to be there for the

Last Party At
The Delta f Homestead!!

So come join us on
Friday March 17th, 2006
for the greatest party Ever!!

194 Bridge

$2 Drinks at the bar all night!
$10 all-you-can-drink kegs!
$20 Combo special!

See you there!

Chuck Norris: The legend speaks

2006-03-11T15:52:00.000-05:00

This should pretty much speak for its self...

To download, right click "save target as"

Fifteen things about Chuck Norris you porbably didn't know...

2005-11-20T19:38:00.000-05:00

15 facts about Chuck Norris

1. Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

2. A man once asked Chuck Norris if his real name is "Charles".
Chuck Norris did not respond, he simply stared at him until he exploded.

3. Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead
decided to punch his way out of his mother's womb. Shortly thereafter he
grew a beard.

4. Chuck Norris built a time machine and went back in time to stop the
JFK assassination. As Oswald shot, Chuck met all three bullets with his
beard, deflecting them. JFK's head exploded out of sheer amazement.

5. The original theme song to the Transformers was actually "Chuck
Norris--more than meets the eye, Chuck Norris--robot in disguise," and
starred Chuck Norris as a Texas Ranger who defended the earth from
drug-dealing Decepticons and could turn into a pick-up. This was far too
much awesome for a single show, however, so it was divided.

6. Chuck Norris was the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift
of "beard". Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other Wisemen,
jealous of Jesus' obvious gift favoritism, used their combined influence
to have Chuck omitted from the Bible. Shortly after all three died of
roundhouse kick related deaths.

7. Chuck Norris once shot a German plane down with his finger, by
yelling, "Bang!"

8. When Chuck Norris plays Oregon Trail his family does not die from
cholera or dysentery, but rather roundhouse kicks to the face. He also
requires no wagon, since he carries the oxen, axels, and buffalo meat on
his back. He always makes it to Oregon before you.

9. Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and
saying "booya".

10. Before each filming of Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris is
injected with five times the lethal dose of elephant tranquilzer.
This is, of course, to limit his strength and mobility, in an attempt to
lower the fatality rate of the actors he fights.

11. Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

12. When Chuck Norris's wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck
said, "Don't worry about it honey," and went into his backyard. He came
back five minutes later with a live turkey, ate it whole, and when he
threw it up a few seconds later it was fully cooked and came with
cranberry sauce. When his wife asked him how he had done it, he gave her
a roundhouse kick to the face and said, "Never question Chuck Norris."

13. Chuck Norris took my virginity, and he will sure as hell take yours.
If you're thinking to yourself, "That's impossible, I already lost my
virginity.", then you are dead wrong.

14. Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are
trademarked names for his left and right legs.

15. Chuck Norris once tried to sue Burger King after they refused to put
razor wire in his Whopper Jr., insisting that that actually is "his"
way

Check this out too.

The Microgram Bulletin

2005-10-13T16:12:00.000-04:00

Ever wonder why it's so hard to get
good blotter acid in Ontario, Oregon? Me too. Here's why:
The US's DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency) picks it up and
posts pretty pictures of it on the net.

Ohhh, nice!

Called the Microgram Report, The DEA makes an online
publication of all the crazy and unique drugs it's picking up.
This site is a testament to the
unaesthetically pleasing drugs we get in Ontario
(did you see the E tab with the little bird on it?), but it's also
a good lesson that what pay for is not exactly what you get
on the black market - just read the blurbs about the analyses
they conducted to find out what was really in the drugs.
Particularily scary when it's stuff you're ingesting.

All in all some pretty pictures though!

Drug dealers here suck.

Nostalgia

2005-10-11T16:09:00.000-04:00

Hey, remember Drunk of the Week
back in First Year?

I think the First one is the best,
dated all the way back to
January 8th, 2003.

It's like it was some kind of prophecy, really.

Spooky and nostalgic at the same time.

2005-10-06T15:43:00.000-04:00

Once again, Delta f puts on a wicked party.
As usual, here are the pictures to prove it...

Your hosts at the Delta f Homestead

Bring on the Hoes!!

The Golden Girls were my favouite.
We never really did get them all straight: Rose? Blanch?
Who knows.

Pimps?

Oh yeah. That's hot.

This is the HOT ACTION section...

You can taste the love.

Of course the requisite Group Shots.

Is she a pimp or a hoe?

Golden Girls and Geishas. I was turned on.

Dance Dammit! Dance!

And Finally, honorary mention to a Hoe that caught a Pimp!!

Sweet.

Those that did, thanks for coming.
Those that didn't - that's okay!
There's always St. Patrick's day!!
(you should Join Facebook.com
if you haven't already)

Let's fuckin' Party.

Pimp'n Hoe 2005 is upon us!

2005-09-20T10:57:00.000-04:00

Oh my god yes, you have stumbled upon the right place.
Delta f's world famous Pimp'n Hoe Party is upon us!

We've been preparing all summer long to get you as drunk
as possible, all the while
looking stunning in you're best pimp'n attire

All are Welcome!
Booze and Beer available to all!

$2 drinks at the bar
$10 All-you-can-Drink Beer

When: September 24, 2005

Where: 194 Bridge

Delta f 2005: Let's Fuckin' Party.

Chickens!

2005-07-09T00:17:00.000-04:00

So as some of you know I have a couple of chickens here on the island. B-kak and Beans as I named them have adapted to life well here, laying eggs every day and settling into their coop very nicely. As far as pets go, they're great! They're friendly, follow you around and do a very good job of not being eaten by raccoons. Not a run-of-the-mill pet as far as my Toronto upbringing goes, but when was the last time you ate breakfast made of something that came out of a dog, cat or hampster?

Don't answer that.

"B-kak!"

The question has been lingering for about a month now since I've had my foul and feathered friends as to just what exactly I will do with them when I leave here for the winter. Donate them to a farm? Leave them to brave out the winter here alone? Even - god forbid - slaughtering my good friends has been proposed. With this last option in mind I came access this link to a very disturbing story when you actually have the damn things with their heads on wandering around...

Weird. Just Weird.

So aside from any gruesome experiment that comes to your mind after reading that article, any suggestions for this pair of poultry would be at the very least interesting. The best idea I've heard so far is adorning the chickens with capes that say "you suck" and touting them as the Stony Lake Insult Chickens. Having a pair of those released on your property would be something to remember.

Somehow as the summer wears on though, their fates just seem more and more clear...

Yum.

Serendipity

2005-07-05T23:13:00.000-04:00

So most of you might have noticed that I give Mel a hard time every now and then for baring a slight resemblance to a certain young movie/recording/crap star Hillary Duff. I was willing to leave it at the Strange Resemblance and move on, maybe allude to it in private conversation every now and then when said hack-of-a-star shows up on TV.

Fate would have it this way.

Not more than twenty-four hours after taking heat for that last post of remarkable resemblance my cousin and roommate up here lets me in on a strange bit of information that changed my perspective of serendipity for ever. First, let me bring you a bit up to speed as to where I am right now.

Here's where I am right now. On an island in Central Ontario on the beautiful Stony Lake (yes, Stony is spelt right, damn-it!). Primarily catering to summer cottage-goers - a truly Canadian pastime - Stony Lake is a quiet waterside community of rich middle agers that, of course, has to be serviced by a series of resorts and restaurants which are fuelled by an army of young labourers such as myself. I boat to work every day, it's great.
For the people that work up here the gossip and excitement is usually limited to who's having the next big party, who's sleeping with who and the likes, but once in a blue moon the outside world drops in to say g'day. Ronnie Hawkins (of the Hawks fame) has retired up here for instance, and a few years ago the Red Hot Chilli Peppers did one of those "Out of the Blue" concerts on the lake. Pretty cool, but these tend to just be minor diversions from work and suntanning out here in the wilderness.

So this brings me back to me cousin telling me what the big excitement was going to be on the lake this summer. Apparently, the sequel to the more than forgettable "Cheaper by the Dozen" was to be filmed up here. My first response was pretty much "who cares," maybe we'd get a glimpse of a B-rate star at the local watering hole. Then he started to list off the names of stars that would be gracing us with their presence for the month of July. Steve Martin, cool, he plays banjo; Carmen Electra, sweet; Eugene Levy, yeah, I watched SCTV; and you guessed it, none other than Hillary Duff.
This was just strange. I think that something was just trying to show me, once and for all, whether it really was a strange resemblance between those two.

So I'll try to make a rather boring story short here. Sure enough, all the L.A. people have taken over our lake, for the better or worse. The only thing you can really talk to the employees of the big resort where the cast is staying about is how they served ice cream or went water skiing with one of the kids in the movie. Yay. I was regaled with the tale of how Steve Martin didn't complain about his less-than-par food yesterday and I almost walked away. My cousin, who also works at the resort and taking the cue of the whole Duff situation, decided to seek her out. He being a photographer didn't hurt at all, either. Since I don't work there, my access is a tad limited.
Access to Hillary Duff on Stony lake, even for a picture: impossible. She doesn't go anywhere without two giant body guards. The only people they let even remotely near are sixteen-year-old girls squealing for an autograph. Since I don't exactly fit into this category, I've just about given up hope (at a loss for another word). This didn't stop my cousin though, who hid in a boathouse and snapped pictures of her with a telephoto lens while she was seadooing. He phoned the National Enquirer saying he had pictures of her in a bikini.

They called back today. I shit you not.

So for the time being I just have to be happy with the novelty/coincidence that Miss Duff is on the same lake. What the hell would I even say to her, anyway?
"Uh, you look like this chick I know..."
Probably wouldn't fly too far.
How about "Hey! Can I have a picture? Sweet! Fan? no. Actually, I think you're destroying the music industry from the inside out by candy-coating horse shit. That's Tyler with a 'Y'."

Who knows, they're still up here for a few weeks.

What d'hell has Delta f been up to?!?!

2005-06-09T23:04:00.001-04:00

Some - regrettably few - people have noticed that there hasn't been a post on the ol' blog here for almost a month. Don't fret, for the lack of words does not represent a lack of action. I've been conjuring a lot of new things up for the future of Delta f and it's looking good! First, let me start out by saying that I now live on an island in central Ontario. Not a big island, but quite a small one. In fact, the exact same island that I lived on back here. The transition to live on a barren rock on the cusp of the Canadian shield is hopefully more of a reason than an excuse, but here I am on a workhorse of an old computer and dialup. Let the summer begin!

So what's in store for Delta f? Well, this summer we will see the debut of the Delta f website at Deltaf.ca! Not just a blog, mind you, but kind of a hub for the Anti Frat "movement." A place where people who want to change their world in a very minimalist - but notable - kind of way can find resources to do so. Somewhere that people who generally enjoy manipulating their environment can go to find sites such as Troubled Youth , or even more crazy stuff like Guerilla art. Most of us doing this blog thing have a penchant for exalting the banal, so Deltaf.ca will be the place to go to give what I'm calling Vicissitization a digital representation as well. More on that later.

Of course, Deltaf.ca will be a place where one can start their own Anti Frat - the portion of the site that I'm most concerned with - and see what the other crazy people are doing out there with their own Anti Frats. I'm also trying to get away from the idea that one has to be in University (college) to have/be in an Anti Frat. Who needs an educational institution to have fraternity (or sorority) amongst like-minded individuals? Not Delta fuck, that's for sure, and I'm reckoning that there's a lot of people out there that think the same way! The tentative date to have it up is August first - any input would be greatly appreciated!

As for the cadre Delta fuckers, here's a bit of synopsis of what they're up to...

Coty - Works at a pool on his tan all day in Chatham, Ont. Bastard.

Mike - This guy is busting his ass selling giant, industrial fans and moonlighting as an employee of Shoppers Drug Mart.

*Introducing* A.J. - The newest cadre member of Delta f is working at Sunnybrook hospital in Toronto and going to concerts, not necessarily in that order.

JM - Have you ever driven up in Northern Ontario? Well he's up there fixing that road right now. He kills groundhogs, too.

Chris - No word - might be dead. Someone send Chris an E-mail!

Tyler - As mentioned, is isolated on a rock and raises chickens.

Overton - What the hell happened to this guy? We haven't seen him in months. Maybe he's with Chis...

How to Start your own AntiFrat!!

2005-05-18T10:30:00.000-04:00

Finally people are asking just how to become a member of Delta f themselves in different countries! Chronic The Hedgehog asks "So how do I set up a KC chapter of your frat? I was always with the "DGF"(Don't Giva Fuck) house. Hook a brotha up! " I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone: You're already a member, and we're proud to have you! So let's all have a tall, ass-kickn' shot-of-taquila-welcome to Chronic the Hedgehog and all the members of DGF to the Delta f community!!

How do you start your own chapter of Delta f? Easy - just say it and it is so. Want to start your own AntiFrat? Shit man, that's what were here for, too! Just give yourselves a name and make it so: go forth and party. So will we. All we ask is that you let us know about it so we can put your on this site, then you'll have hits from all the other members of Delta f and the AntiFrats!

So Go! Start an AntiFrat or a Delta f! Do something stupid - because we know you already do - and tell us about it!

AntiFrats Unite!

Click Jared's Giant Head

Time Wasting

2005-05-17T13:51:00.000-04:00

Here's yet another way to waste a bunch of time for the next little while. These are some of the coolest comics I've seen in a while - not that I read that many comics... I'd love to hear what inspires this guy to write all this stuff. By far, my favourites are the Dead Clown ones...

Don't read too many of them though, for they just might rot out your head. Just what the fuck is wrong with that milkman, anyway?

While you're at it, why not check out Chronic the Hedgehog's site, who's doing pretty much the same thing that we do, but down in Kansas City, except with a lot more weed and the lack of affiliation to an AntiFrat. Be sure to leave comments and get him on to Delta f!

Say, does anyone in Windsor recognize this happy little face? Well, it probably doesn't mean what you think it means. While I'm on it, just what had you thought that this meant walking to UWindsor campus (South-side of Riverside, one block East of Sunset on the Bell box...)? It might be time for a little urban renewal, Delta f style. More later.

Strange Resenblance - Mel and Hilary Duff

2005-05-12T15:42:00.000-04:00

Yet another entry into the Strange Resemblance series.

This particular one has been noted by me in the past, but for some reason Mel has never, ever been pleased with the fact that I see a resemblance with her and the teen no-talent hack Hilary Duff. Mel seems to think that this inferrence that the resemblance is more than simply in appearance, but this entry is to prove that dead wrong: you just look like her that's all.

This hopefully will settle that once and for all.

Good GOD, would you just look at these twins...

Good lord, the more I look at that the scarier it gets.

I have a strange feeling that I'm going to get in a lot of trouble for this...

Fun for the summer -- Google image seach...

2005-05-11T13:54:00.000-04:00

Well there we have it - another year done. Most of us are back in our respective towns of origin, leaving good old Windsor behind us to stagnate in the summer heat and just get smellier as it gets hotter. I don't think too many of us are going to miss it, but I can safely say that we deeply feel for every one of our commrades that has to stick around the Windsor funk. Try to stay indoors, if you can.

So with lots of crazy pictures of what all the Delta fuckers are up to in the summer pending (and I know it's a long shot that I'll get any...) I will do my best to put up as much crazy stuff here as I can during the hot and lazy months ahead. Submitted for your approval: Fun with Google image search. Have you fucked with this thing yet?!?!

The everpresent Google has had it's image search up and running for quite some time now, but I was never one to be satisfied with the world's most powerful porn finder. Being able to search through a live updated database of a billion crazy pictures on the internet really opens your eyes to the strange things that happen in the world when a camera is present (not to mention leaving the question of what happens when a camera isn't). For example, a search for "dead squirrel" comes up with 260 hits!! This is odd, but one of my favourite pictures shows up here...

Why are there so many pictures of dead squirrels on the internet? Seriously - why? This one is kind of funny though, isn't it... There's this one too...

You just want to go "awwwww" don't you? He's cute and lethal. But these soon to be famous squirrels are just the beginning. Yes, with the image search "cat fart" comes up with 66 hits. "Urine smell" tallies in 146, and the "fat man" ropes in an astonishing 7,230.

So here it is, I ask you to find the craziest Google image searches and send them in. Maybe I'll have a contest for the "Why the hell does this exist?!!?" award. Have fun Googling. I leave you with some more strange searches...

Naked fuit - Disturbing
God speaks - I'm not really sure what to make of this
Gangrene - *warning* You probably know how gross this will be
Sesame Street Massacre - I'll let you be the judge

Antifrats
Pictures
Humour

Strange Resemblance: Student Crossing

2005-04-30T16:55:00.001-04:00

Another entry into the Delta f catalogue of strange resemblances.
This time Lianne does her best impression of a Student Crossing sign. This incident goes all the way back to the Loop night, but I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to post it. How about this: I'm bored.
Here we go....

Someone should have given her a glass...

I think I peed in my pants the first time I looked at these two together. Oh my, Lianne, you rock.

Let's see some comments for the woman of the hour, eh?
Have anything that you think is a strange resemblance?
Send it to me!
pfft, as if anyone will...

Antifrats
Pictures
Humour

A funny thing happened at the Bridge Tavern

2005-04-25T17:00:00.000-04:00

It was so strange,
we were just sitting there the bar a little while back at our local watering hole, the Bridge Tavern. The pitchers were flowing well and cheap. Exams were still a while off and midterms were a thing of the past, so our consciences were clear as grease-soaked napkins. Conversation was easy and consisted mostly of the usual banter of university students in high spirits, accompanied by the put-on drawl of a country music group that only the West side of Windsor would be proud to display. Someone - I think it was Mike - was the first one to notice that something had gone terribly awry.

"Dude, what happened to your face?" He said, with a none but a little touch of concern in his voice. "Are you feeling alright?" I was in fact feeling just fine. Not often though do you get asked that question in an establishment where alcohol is sold and consumed without starting to worry. Especially in a place like the Bridge Tavern. The Bridge Tavern is the last stop on your way to the United States of America in West Windsor; the last stop out-post in a town that is in it's self a last stop out-post. This is a place where Lonesome Lefty and the Crying Shames plays every Tuesday night, and business booms. In a place like this, Mike's question worried me.
But already I was beginning to see what he meant, for Mike's face was starting to take a new shape of it's own, too. I thought the guy might have been telling me I looked pale, green, maybe a little to deep in the drink for my own good, but what was happenning was more sinister. "Something's wrong with you too, man..." I managed to muster out.

Maybe sinister is the wrong word. As soon we both realized that there were changes happening it was like being deep in the vortex of a good mushroom trip - We gave in and it didn't seem so bad anymore. Other people at the bar were starting to change in strange ways, too. We all seemed to be connected...

The night tore on and we continued to revel in the sweet bliss of cheap ale. The waitress came by one last time and asked us if we would like another, but it was clear that no, we would not be indulging in one more. We had a party to get back to at our own house, and the guests were no doubt wondering just where we were by now. It was time to bid this crazy fringe bar adieu, for we were more than used to the strange faces all around us, and everyone knows that this is when to leave. It was time to head back to the strange faces at our own homestead, and see just how they were dealing with this strange night.

Antifrats
Pictures
Humour

Burning Stuff - Another Delta f Tradition

2005-04-20T14:32:00.001-04:00

There's nothing quite like having your own backyard. The only thing that might compare is having a backyard with a fire pit so you can burn things. We unfortunately did not have a fire pit when we moved in, but that didn't stop us for long. A shovel and a few bricks started us off towards the Delta f tradition of burning things in our backyard!

Burn...

With the coming of the warm weather here in Windsor the first thing that we all want to do come spring is play outside. We would probably do this whether we had a fire pit or not, but when you do it makes it that much better. This winter wa especially long so we were particularly in a mood to let out some steam.

We lost facial hair doing this.

Up there you can clearly see that it never, ever takes long to get bored with whatever sized fire you have - it can always be bigger. Some will remember the famous time lat year when we burned a couch. Whole. The flames were about thirty feet high. This time, were a little more reserved. We cut the couch up before we burned it.

As you might guess, whenever there is any kind of substantial gathering at Delta f a little bit of alcohol is usually involved. This night was no exception.

They hadn't touched a drop, I swear...

As usual the booze flowed like, well, booze. We were also celebrating JM's last few nights staying with us in the Delta f homestead - JM's moving on up a few doors of Bridge Ave next year. This, I think, just gave us more of a reason to do stupid shit...

Very impressive, JM.

The night progresses as it usually does, and this is where I for the most part let the pictures tell the stories. After all, I think that most of them explain themselves. I will point out though that Mike seemed to be in a bit of a fighting mood this night...

I think Mike lost!

At some point someone thought that the roof would be a great idea. I couldn't have agreed more, really.

It's a miracle that no one has fallen off our roof yet

You could actually taste the love in the air. Maybe it was that tar-soaked railroad tie that we were burning...

Awwww

Good lord, Mel even smoked a cigarette! Busted!

Smoking makes you cool.

Right, so then I get this great idea that driving my moped would be fun. I still stand by that it would have been, dammit! It's not like I was going to drive it on the street or anything, c'mon. All I wanted to do was drive it through ally for a bit... It took while to get the keys back from a few people. For some reason, it didn't start though. Maybe this was some higher force telling me it was a bad idea; maybe said higher force has no sense of fun. In the picture you can clearly see who was for and against the moped starting up...

Why do I always have a need to drive something when I've been drinking. It's a wonderwhy the damn thing didn't start...

All this while the fire is still burning away. Our neighbours were probably a little irate with the situation, us being up and still burning things at this late - or possibly very early - hour of the night. I don't think we were about to put it out on our own. Fire is just too entertaining...

Wheeeeeee! "Oh shit! I burned my nuts!"

So possible for the better and saving us from potentially painful burns, one of our friendly neighbours calls the fire department to douse our happy flame, and the joviality that surrounded it. No, they didn't use their big hoses - they made us use our little one - but they did show up in a big firetruck with the lights a flashin'

Note: May not represent actual firetruck that visited Delta f

But they didn't douse the partying spirit right away though. We still had a bit left kickin' in us.

*GlugGlugGlugGlug*

So with the firemen gone - who were very nice, by the way - and the fire pit smoldering another crazy night in our backyard comes to a close. Now, all we have to do is worry about exams. After we're done learning though, I'm sure there will be a few more things that I can put up on here before the summer starts.

Cheers!

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Spring is just about here

2005-04-05T17:58:00.000-04:00

Ah, you can see it in people's eyes - the reflection of the sun, that is!

There seems to be good weather here in Windsor,

and with the coming of final paper, assignments and the ever-looming

final exams, it couldn't have come soon enough.

Now that our heads are a little clearer with the

official coming of Spring, let's get a bit caught up on things!

Wecome to the Delta f Blog!

If this your first time here, then read on

and you'll catch up to what we're about..

Basically after

working/drinking/partying/sleeping/eating/fighting/injuring ourselves

though winter, We couldn't be happier that now

we get to do all those things outside!!

Omar and I feel sorry for you because you can't be as cool as us.

The Long awaited St. Patrick's Day Party went off without a hitch.

Now a few more people

know just what Delta f is all about and are

eager to call themseves Delta Fuckers.

Click on Brenden's mug for the St. Patrick's day pictures

We took up making our own booze again,

and this time is was a bigger hit than before. I will make a post in the

Near future about how to make your own wine on a University budget,

So keep dropping by. I will say though, I made bootleg vodka too,

but I probably won't do that again until I can distill it (it made people violent).

Mel totes and shows off a jug of the wine I made in my closet. It was better than it sounds, I swear...

Best of all, the Delta f Blog is making its rounds through cyber space!

Random people from around the world are getting

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whether you like it or not.

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Some Blogs of note over the past little while are...

God Himself for words from, well, god.

Little thoughts for words of reflection.

Secrets for, you guessed it - secrets.

I hope that keeps you busy for the next little while.

Remember to leave any comments you might have!

I found a new friend this winter, too...

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Strange Resemblance

2005-04-02T19:12:00.000-05:00

I've wanted to put this together for a while now. More accurately, about two years.

This dates al all the way back to the Dollar a Drink day back in first year, which I highly recommend that you check out. Justin will never live that one down.

To sum it up though, we shaved his head to look just like Hunter Thompson's. I don't think Justin knew who Hunter Thompson was at the time, but that kind of makes it better...

"We can't stop here...This is bat country..."

Just who is who? Well that's for you to decide. All I can leave you with is this startling resemblance. I think I will make this a regular piece on the site. Nothing is funnier than things that look like stuff!

Cheers!

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Have you seen this man?

2005-03-28T13:06:00.000-05:00

Recently, it has come to our attention at Delta f that a heinous criminal is on the loose right here in Windsor. Omar "the neighbour" has led a campaign of terror on this block for too long, and the authorities have asked me to ask you if there is any way we can stop the evil.

Omar must be stopped!

Trying to spread the word of conservativism through the most vile means possible - the public forum!! - Omar is a stain on this community that must be stopped at any cost!
If you see Omar, do not attempt to approach him in any way. Unless you are a member of the Canadian Conservative Party, then knock yourself out: Just try and take the guy out. He's armed and to be considered very dangerous.

If you have any information pertaining to the whereabouts of Omar, please contact Delta f immediately.

Thank you, and be careful,

Tyler Thomas, President, delta f.

St. Patrick's Day Party!!

2005-03-22T23:04:00.000-05:00

At last - the St. Patrick's day pictures!! Don't hold it against me if you're not on here or if the picture is less than awesome - I probably didn't take it!! For those of you who do like the pictures, you're welcome, it was a pleasure to have you.

What's say we get started...

It all started early, on Thursday March 17th, 2005. The weather was nice, and everyone was ready for the best damn party that Bridge Ave. has ever seen!

And even Jimmy showed up, so if you weren't there then nuts to ya!

Above are the two first guests that weren't there especially for the party...

Then the crazy people started showing up...

At this point I think there was a million people in our basement. Seriously.

I don't even know what I can say about these people.

Let's get to the real party!

There is even people playing outside!

Things are getting a little rougher now...

By this point, if anyone wasn't having a good time, they weren't here.

A few local friends that decided to show up.

Yet more crazy people. By this point they're drunk crazy people - every single one of them.

As your friendly bartender, I had been tending said bar for about eight hours. People were drunk and happy. Members of Delta f were celebrating a successful party. It was time for me to do the same.

So then someone took these pictures while I took advantage of the bar.

It is St. Patrick's day after all...

And a few more random shots of people before we get to the end of the night.

And now, the drunkest person at the party. It is now somewhere around seven in the morning, so I have no idea who the hell this was. All I know is that they were so unconscious that even sticking straws up their nose and posing with them didn't wake them up. Enjoy...

And that's Delta f's St. Patrick's day party 2005! I hope you all had an awesome time there, and here with the pictures. Feel free to send in any you took your selves - I'll put them up and we can all laugh!
Thanks again from Delta f!

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St. Patrick's Day a Resounding Success!!

2005-03-19T16:54:00.000-05:00

Thanks to everyone who came to our St. Patrick's day party on Thursday!! The party couldn't have been that awesome without you.
The party went off wihtout a hitch, and for the most part I think St. Patrcik himself would had approved - if he would have approved of lots of people getting loaded and having a great time! Most of yesterday was devoted to cleaning the house and recovering. I think the house is cleaner now than before the party!

The pictures are in the works and I should have them up by tomorrow night, so keep dropping by the site until it's updated. Then drop by again to show all of your friends. Why not show your parents, too?

Cheers,

-Tyler

Second Annual Delta f St. Patrick's Day Party!!

2005-03-10T17:28:00.000-05:00

It's that time of year again!!

Yup, the long awaited second Delta f St. Patrick's day party is this Thursday the 17th of March - conveniently falling right on St. Patrick's day. This is what we look forward to all year round. This is the culmination of a year's worth of planning and anticipation. Most of all, we want you to be there with us!
Whether you've known us for a while, saw the poster or got flyer, you're all welcome to join us on the 17th at the Delta f homestead to celebrate the St. Who had a thing against snakes and a taste for beer!

__What you'll find__

- A cool party in a chill atmosphere with all the cool kids in town.

- Admission is free, so come and keep your's truly company at the bar if you like!

- $2 drinks at the bar

- $10 all the beer you can drink

No, this is not the beer we're serving...

- Did I mention $2 drinks at the bar?

- Unlike those other bars, we'll be open until late. Take that as you may...

__Where you'll find it__

At the Delta f homestead, 194 Bridge Ave., just a few blocks East of the University between University Ave. And Riverside Dr.

__Why you should come__

Because we throw the best parties in town, that's why! Come and see the way that Anti-Frats party! We'll also be taking lots of pictures so we can post a who's-who of friends of Delta f - that way you can refresh your memory of what happened the night before. Also, mention that you visited this site to me at the bar (during the party) and receive a surprise...

See you there!

Delta f is Reaching Out

2005-03-07T14:46:00.000-05:00

For the past few years that we've been doing this it has seemed like a juvenile excuse to party and get drunk. I'm not going to try and say here that that isn't what we do. We in fact do that quite a bit. I have to say though, that as I have explored the internet for similar kind of sites I don't feel bad when I say that Delta f is the world's first Anti-Frat - someone can prove me wrong is they want to. I would be happy to link up with any other Anti-Frat out there. This in fact is the entire point of this post: Those of us at Delta f, and me in particular, really believe in what we are doing. We really are against what Fraternities stand for and get away with, although I will have to admit that Canadian Fraternities are quite a bit better in terms of their human rights records and social consciences than their American counterparts.

I post this as a call to the other organizations out there that in some way do what we do - believe in being social, having fun at school and doing it without discriminating against anyone. In short, and dumbing it down quite a bit, the "Greek Letter" societies are bad. We want to be good, too, so let's get together in some way shape or form and talk about it.

I've been busy over the past few days scouring cyberspace for people who do what we do, too. Here are a few of the most interesting I've found with a little help from Google. Please let me know if I've missed any...

My Anti Fraternity site. Think Greek letter societies are not that bad? Read this. Learn.

Black Rose. Another Anti-Frat, though brought together through their love of the game Warlocks. Interesting.

Wicked Killa Pissa. Claim to be older than Delta f, although I can't tell if it's serious or not. The roster of famous inductees is impressive; Jimi Hendrix. Wow. Wicked Killa Pissa seems to be the only real "organization" like Delta f - Anti-Frat, pro party, ect... I look forward to getting in touch with these guys.

I hope to have more links like these in the future.

Party on!

The University of Windsor is on Spring Break!

2005-02-28T22:40:00.001-05:00

It's that time of year again!

You know: the time of year where all popular media tells you that what you should be doing is just what all those Americans are supposed to do - and what a hell of a lot of Canadian students do just as well: It's time to pack up a car, get in the plane or shove the rubber floating duck ring into the train and head somewhere 1) Warmer, 2) With a beach and 3) with a small year-round population that begrudgingly caters to the North American well-to-do during spring break - athough accepts their money without so much as a "make sure you make it to a toilet if you vomit."

You detect a bit of mirth? Why, how perceptive of you. Yes, yes I know what you're thinking. "But Tyler, the money that those small beach communities make during Spring Break is integral to their economy!" and it is true, I do agree with you. It is true: Where would the people in Daytona beach be without the American college students? They'd have to settle for NASCAR, and nobody wants to do that. Wait, Floridians? Bad example. But I digress: that's not why I'm pissed.
Well, I'm not really that pissed. Per se. As much as getting drunk off two bad, watery Budweisers because of my almost hospitalizable sunburn on a beach would be awesome - and it really would - the negative affect that I'm exhibiting can be attributed to a more sinister emotion: Jealousy. Yes, that's right - if you hadn't figured it out already, I'm jealous that I'm going nowhere farther than my hometown of Toronto for the break. I'm jealous that I don't get to have a kegger on a rooftop in Tampa. I'm jealous that I don't get to streak in Indian Shores. But c'est la vie. What can you do, eh? Well, we can have fun where ever we are, that's what!

For those of us that are dwelling in the cold for this spring break I implore all of you to have the best time possible. Who the hell wants a sunburn, anyway? I'd prefer to get freezing windburn instead from tobboganning. Sand in my swim shorts? Naw, I'll take snow in my snowpants, thanks. Getting accosted by the police for public drunkenness? Shit, you can still do that in the cold!
So where ever you are, I hope you're planning a kick ass March break. Unless you're in Ajijic, then I hope you get fucking hepatitis. But for those snowed in, I want to see some pictures of cold, winter fun. I'll post them, I promise. And I know that you guys out there have digital cameras - I've used them - so no excuses. I will give preference to 3) Tobboganning related injuries, 2) snow penises and most of all 1) naked snow angels.

Happy Spring Break!

Hunter S. Thompson R.I.P

2005-02-21T16:32:00.000-05:00

I don't know if this is good news or bad news,
For me, for the most part, this is bad news. As you might have heard by now, the father of Gonzo Journalism, Hunter S. Thompson killed himself last Saturday night. They say that he shot himself in the head. How fitting. Thompson had been an inspiration to me since I have been able to analyze what I read. His scathing satire of everything from American politics to the superbowl led me more often than not to want to do more drugs, but at the very best his writing taught me to live for the moment and not take any shit from the Man! Thompson's contribution to the advent of Delta f can not go over looked - I had been reading quite a bit of his stuff back then in rez when I came up with this crazy idea. I've secretly (maybe not so secretly) been trying to use his style when I write about what we often do, which is get loaded, ostensibly under the guise of an anti fraternity. In that context, he will be missed.

On the other hand, as mentioned above, I had been reading a lot of Thompson's writing lately. The classics have to be mentioned: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which began as a column covering a motorcycle race is by far the best. The movie stays true aswell, possibly being one of the best adaptations out there. Johnny Depp does a spot on Thompson. The Rum Diaries is good aswell, but not in the same style. Thompson was in his early twenties at the time he wrote it, and obviously hadn't had enough time to ingest the heroic quantities of alcohol it took to write his later works.
Ah yes, but then we get to his more recent material. ESPN has a good compilation of his recent columns that I've been plugging through for the past little while. The Bush and Kerry material is not that bad, I must say. I'll post it under Links. Unfortunately, his recent novels prove him to have turned into an old crank with a typewriter. You know that friend of your mother's that has a bit too much to drink when they come over and gets all glassy-eyed and yells at anyone in the room? He'd moved into a fortified compound, for Christ's sake. Fear and Loathing in America reads like a novel by that guy that had declared himself Emperor of the United States at the turn of the century.
Yeah, that's what Thompson had turned into: the old man that you show to the door when they pull out their hash joint.
It pains me to say these things, but I just had to get them out. I hope that wherever Thompson is, he's having a good time.

Here's a link I've had for a while to an article by a guy who's probably not that surprised anymore.

Rock Bottom Revisited: I fall off a couch.

2005-02-14T14:20:00.001-05:00

People (usually the ones featured on this site) always ask me the same thing when they read this blog...
"Gee Tyler, how come there are never pictures of you doing stupid things on here?"

Well, the simple answer is that I just don't do stupid things that often - with a camera around, anyway. This is not to say that it doesn't happen, it's just that I don't seem to have the gene in me that seems to turn people into magnates for mishap when ever there's a digital camera around. Most of the time. Don't get me wrong though, we love you guys; this blog wouldn't exist without you!
For the people who've been raising eyebrows at the fact that I never post pictures of myself on here, say, I dunno - falling off a couch, amognst other things - then here is your chance.

It was a couple of weeks ago, and the all of us decided to go out to Rock Bottom in Sandwich Town, fulfilling our promise to ourselves to do just that more often. If you've even been to this site before you know that when the entire house goes out, something interesting is going to happen.
Needless to say, Rock Bottom was awesome. Good live rock music (provided by One Man's Opinion, if you're looking for a good rock band in Windsor) and the recently opened upstairs bar provided a good setting for gluttonous beer consumption.

As usual, the mood was set right after a few pitchers of good beer. I had brought my video camera out on this particular evening and the footage gets interesting (again, as it always does) by the time we reach this stage of the evening. It's too bad I don't have any footage of Mike dancing again...

That guy sure can cut up a rug. Can anyone tell me what the Hell Coty has in front of him up here? After some close inspection I've concluded that looks like a clear plastic bag full of beer, which if you think about it, for us is not that far-fetched. In fact, at this point pretty much all we can see is beer, so it would make sense that we'd want to bag it, right? Right.

I even try my hand at hypnotizing whoever is behind the camera here...

Do you feel sleepy? Good, neither do I.

The night wears on. We drink more. I get the great idea (I don't mean that sarcastically) that interviewing random people on the video camera would be really fun. Unfortunately, the first few interviews don't actually make it on tape because of some technical errors (forgot to press Record), but there is at least some footage of very confused civilians being asked random questions. Why do I say civilians? Well, as we're walking downstairs to leave the bar, I notice that most of the ground level of Rock Bottom has been taken up by a few dozen guys fully decked out in fatigues. We were still in interview mode - jackpot.
I pass one of them on the stairs, introduce myself. It turns out these guys are reserves who've done their maneuvers for the month and are now going out to get pissed. Reserves? Alright, so this guy won't mind if I ask him a few questions on camera. As soon as I pull up the ol' Sony, the guy stammers that he has to ask his superior officer if it's alright. I've had a few by this point, so I play along - what the hell? Some military guys would be golden footage.

Sure enough, the officer, a ram-rod straight guy no older than me comes up with an air of grand military importance and asks me what I'm doing in his best Macarthur voice. These guys are in the reserves: They put in barely eight hours a month of training, and not to say I know a lot about army life, but these guys are not exactly Navy Seals.
"Oh, I'm just doing a school project and was wondering if I could do a short interview with one of you guys - if you don't mind, of course," I ask him in my best just-doing-this-for-school voice. Macarthur doesn't buy it. In fact, he starts giving me this spiel about how what I'm doing is unpatriotic. Unpatriotic? What the fff... But he goes on! He tells me that I should have respect for them because a guy he knows in another unit, knows a guy that dated a chick who's brother is in Afghanistan. Did I mention that these guys were fucking reserves? Not exactly the front line, you know.

We leave without any footage of the grand warriors, but satisfied in the knowledge that security guards at Wall Mart have more training than most of those guys combined. Then we vow to laugh at the Canadian "Armed Forces" whenever we get a chance.

Ah, yes. Then we make it home. Here is where the night gets a little hazy, to say the least. Most likely, this happened before we went skating (I'll get to that in a minute...), but here is what you've all been waiting for: Gravity and I have a disagreement for the first, but not last time of the evening...

What can I say? that damned this just snuck up on me. One minute I was one the couch, the next I was staring at the ground. As you can see though, it does look like I had some help. I can't blame them though, I would have done the same to me, too.

As some of you will know, not far from our house there is a pool. As fewer of you will know, in the winter they don't empty out the pool all the way, so it makes a great skating rink. Most of the rest of the house had been out to play hokey on the rink in the last little while, but I hadn't been out there yet. We decide to go skating.
I feel I have to mention at this point that we're pretty drunk. I think I fell a few times before I even get to the rink, but worse problems were ahead of us. For instance, when we do get to the rink, the hole in the fence where people usually get in is patched up. This is a fifteen-foot fence. Did I mention we were pretty hammered?
Mike, JM, Coty and I must have looked pretty funny trying to get up that fence, because we weren't having too much luck in our state. Gravity and I have another disagreement when I'm half way up the fence one second, and the next second I'm on the ground - staring at the sky this time - with my hands still out in front of me. There is also a lot of pain in the back of my head that wasn't there before. In fact, Coty is the only one that makes it over the fence, which is good because he is able to fetch Mike's skates which he had thrown over the fence before he realized that he wouldn't be able to make it over.

We head back to the house in defeat - something that I don't exactly remember, but we must have because I woke up in my bed; and going to bed probably being the best decision I made the whole night. On that note, I'll leave you with picture of me doing just that. You're a bastard, Coty.

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Deltaf from THREE MILES UP!!!

2005-02-10T15:08:00.000-05:00

Oh...my...god this is cool.
What with a little help from U.S Geological Survey and being so freakin' close to Detroit, we can now see most of the continent from declassified satellite information. Want to see what Bridge Ave. Looks like from space if you had a telescope pointed at Deltaf? Click on the link here, then zoom all the way in on:

Longitude -83.06126 and latitude 42.31266.

I'm not really sure when this was taken, but I don't think we were living in the house at the time. You can clearly make out our fucking picnic bench in our back yard, but you can't see any of the other things that we've accumulated around the house in this past year and a bit, such as our table with the umbrella. You can see our shed though.

Just a work for the paranoid: This is just the stuff that they've classified recently, and only a few computer nerds know about it. Just think about the resolution that the American military has right now. I hear that reading a newspaper that's sitting on the ground from some of the imaging technology that's our there isn't a stretch. Keep your elbows in the windows, folks, and pack the ceilings with lead.

"Yer and Idiot!"

2005-02-10T14:54:00.000-05:00

If you haven't been called this by Mike, you just haven't lived...

Promised Gore: The Elk Incident

2005-02-04T17:08:00.001-05:00

Oh, it was just one of those nights, I guess. You know them: There's a bit of a party going down; everybody's having a good time; everybody's getting pretty loaded. Then all of a sudden it all goes downhill and someone gets hurt. Did anybody guess who would be the one getting busted? No. I'll tell you anyways. It was JM, and if you have ever heard any of JM's stories of hurting himself (and there's a few) then it's going to come as no surprise that JM got his head cut open by a pair of elk antlers. I am not making this up.
As they do, the night started out jovially. Nobody was getting hurt except for our livers. The usual antics of drinking at the bar ensued and there was lots of liquor consumed. As you can tell by the pictures, none of this is hard to believe.

I vaguely remember things up to this point. There is video of what we're doing, but you sure as hell can't hear what we're saying. I don't even think I would like to hear what we're saying. probably the expected drunken banter.
"You guys are awesome!" Or...
"Dare you to chugg a beer!" Or...
"Man I am sooooo loaded!"
None of which would be too surprising. It isn't until Mike or JM (we haven't really been able to figure out who) decided to run at each other a la bull fighting. Then things got interesting.

Mike has the great idea that the big pair of elk's antlers that JM brought back from up North would make a great prop for the matedor bit, so he lifts them up and charges at JM. Hey, can you blame him? I sure won't. I'll blame those bastards at the Molson Brewing company - those are the ones who should pay. I do feel that I should point out one ironic fact before I show the consequences: JM had been looking forward to getting these antlers down for a long time; since at least last year. This happened less than a week after he finally got them here...

Ouch. That had to hurt. Oh wait...He was loaded so it didn't. He did feel it the next day though. My favorite part of this story if that less than ten minutes after this unfortunate accident had happened, both Mike and JM forgot how it had happened. Now Mike I could maybe understand, but JM? He had just had his head cranked in! How do you forget that!? Or maybe that question answers its self.
So anyway, I Just decide to tell them that JM had actually just walked into the antlers himself. They buy it. I just let it slide for the rest of the night.

Despite JM cutting his head open, the party pretty much continued as usual!
Lindsay showed up for a bit....

For some reason or another, Mike and I decide to interrogate Chris, a move that I won't even try to explain - I'll just show the picture...

Very strange indeed.
What could we possibly be asking him? Maybe it had something to do with his amazing vomit feat of the evening, which was truly incredible. After chugging a beer (or something) at the bar, Chris had That Look. You know, the "I...Am...Going...To...Puke. Now" look. so we jokingly put a little cup in front of him and basically tell him to puke in it. He then pukes in the tiny cup and doesn't spill a drop on the bar!! By far one of the most incredible feats of vomit I've ever seen. Then he went and wolfed the rest of guts out into the sink though...

That was pretty gross. At least he cleaned it up.

So the night wore on and on. So far in fact, that Mike at one point must have forgotten that he didn't have a pipe to smoke...

This can happen to the best of us at the best of times. Somewhere around this point JM must have remembered what Mike had done to his melon...

But then he forgot and everyone was fine.

The next morning, Mike and JM were still under the impression that JM had done the damage to himself - by then the booze had worn off and the pain had kicked in. A quick trip to the doctor's office tolf him that he would indeed live, but I had to break the news of the real events that had transpired. They didn't seem to surprised. A greasy breakfast and some strong coffee and the incident was in the past. All is well that ends well, right? Ask JM about the scar on his forehead and he might not agree.

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The Loop!

2005-01-23T19:34:00.000-05:00

Once again, and for the first time this semester, Coty and I heeded the Windsor tradition of the Loop. What is the Loop? Well, the Loop is just about the coolest dance club that I've been to -let alone to exist in Windsor. It's really hard to put a finger on exactly what it is about the place that is so great. The music's always good, the people are awesome - I guess it's a culmination of a few things.
Oh yes, and then there's the new experimental photo technique that I can perfect because basically everyone I know bought a digi-camera over the break. You guys rock.
This particular visit to the loop didn't really pan out too differently from any other visit to the loop, really. Coty and I were the only one's from Delta f back (now this was two Saturdays ago), and only a few selects from the Muffin House decided to join us.
Although they definitely were well represented, as you can see. I don't know what exactly happened to Lianne's face here, but it sure does look like she's having a good time.
We got there, the party happened and everything was cool - I don't have one weird or bad story to tell about this night, really. Everyone ended up in their own house, in their own beds with narry an injury save Leanne's sore pecks the next day (from dancing, I presume; get you mind out of the gutter).

One interesting thing that we did do though, was to try and get pictures of random people at the club with - The stranger the people, the better. As mentioned above though, there was a palatable lack of weird on this particular night, so the pictures are hardly anything special - literally just pictures of Coty with random people.

At least this one to the left is with chicks. One guy did give us a very heart-wrenching story about why he wouldn't let us take a picture of him: He said his ex-wife had fucked him over once for doing the exact same thing. We didn't really get what he meant by that, but we let it go; the picture wouldn't have been that good, anyway.
This one is my favouite, though. This poor guy had obviously been sitting all by himself for a really long time nursing a beer before we asked him for the picture. Really not digging being alone at a club, he readily agreed.

"You guys need any more of those?" he very expectantly asked us after the snap. The prospect of once again hitting the table - without Coty this time - not a happy one.
"Naw thanks. I think we have what we need."
Besides, People were talking about going to Papa Cheynney's and two dollar drinks have to try really hard to keep me away.

So the night pretty much ended with us going to Cheyney's for one drink and then heading back to Delta f. What the hell would a night out be without a cameo from Kareem? Some would say that it would just be a night out without Kareem, but what the hell do they know anyway?

And a few more random pictures will follow. As a preview for the next entry (which will be soon, I promise) I will be showing blood, guts and gore for the first time on the blog. Real blood, guts and gore, too. If anyone can guess who's blood and guts (if you weren't there, of course) than you win a Prize. Cheers!

Back in Windsoria

2005-01-07T15:56:00.000-05:00

Here I sit in the Computer Lab,
And I can't help but wonder what the hell happened to the Christmas holidays? Why am I back here so soon? Sure, we started a week later than the rest of the planet, but it really does slap you in the face when you realize that the beginning of a new semester is imminent. I guess the only way I can really find comfort in the fact that I'm back here - well, alright, I could think of a few, but a really good reason is that the party season is about to begin!
Yes, that's right: What the hell else are we going to do? It's freezing out there! I recomment that that everyone stays warm and grabs a bottle of something and call some friends. Can I get a "fuck yeah!?" At the risk of sounding like a beer commercial I think it's a really good idea that we take advantage of these good times. Does anyone want to go in on making some booze in my closet again? money's tight.

So when you all roll back into this crazy town, just remember that there will always be at least one person ready to party at Delta f. Just wake me up, and I will kill you.

Happy Dead-of-Winter!

Drunk of the Week, eh?

2005-01-05T11:43:00.001-05:00

Well, the site's been up for not even twenty-four hours,
Already, the only comments I've recieved is that I should bring back the old Drunk of the Week. For the time being, I think that you guys should be happy with the Old One. Do you really think that there would be enough material to bring back another DOTW this semester? Do you really think that you guys have what it takes (or took)? Well, if anyone out there thinks that they can out-do what Coty did back in the day, then be my guest - I'll be right there with the camera.
Shit, consider this an open invitation to anyone out there who thinks they can come even close; send in the picture and I will faithfully post it. Then I will laugh.

So get to it then, people - go get drunk. Just make sure that I at least hear about it, then maybe we can recreate it. Remember JM's amazing night? Yeah, we could do that again.

You rock, Snuffy.

The Delta f Blog Goes Public!!

2005-01-04T14:56:00.000-05:00

Hello ladies and Gentlemen - Welcome to the Deltaf Blog!
As one might see, I have been working on this thing since about mid November on and off just to put a little bit of substance into it before I shared it with the world and the people I live with. You can see all the old posts down in the Archives to the left.
I would like to thank everyone that I gave previews of this page to for all of the support that they gave me in putting this together. It's too bad that sarcasm doesn't come through the computer screen, because hardly anyone I sent this to before hand gave me any feedback at all. *sigh* Oh well, if you don't like it, you had your chance!!!

For those of you seeing this for the first time (most notably the gentlemen I live with, and the ones for the most part about whom this page is about!), feel free to post comments whenever - after all, that's why I chose the Blog format. This way, we - and everyone else we know, for that matter - can contribute to the site. For better or for worse, I guess.
So with that and a big "SURPRISE - YOU'VE BEEN BLOGGED!" to my housemates, I give you the Delta f Blog.

Enjoy!

-Tyler t, President, Delta f

Haha, We don't start until the tenth!

2005-01-03T14:14:00.000-05:00

I hope everyone is having a very restful and relaxing beginning to 2005!
Also, I feel that I should take this time to point out (rub in) that the University of Windsor does, in fact, not start until the tenth of January. All of us at Windsor would like to wish you the best if you're starting this week, and we all hope that you don't work too hard on what should be a transitionary week.
For all of you Windsor students, try not to relax too much - it's not good for you! Get out, take a walk every now and then. I for one am going to try and not sleep in until four every day this week. No, I will be up at a reasonable one or two in the afternoon every day; tackling the rest of my vacation with lethargic vigour (yes, I said it).
Please forward death threats to my e-mail address.

Last Night 2004

2004-12-26T15:22:00.001-05:00

They always start so innocently,
Oh wait, this time it didn't: We knew from the get-go that the last Big Party Night in Windsor for 2004 was not going to end without some braincells lost. JM and Coty finished their exams, and although I had been done for some time - not to rub it in - we wanted to party. Poor Mike still had exams to write and work the next day, but that didn't seem to stop him.
By the time I got back from dinner at about nine-thirty, the crew at the bar had gone through a fourty and a two-six of whiskey - no small feat. They were a tad cheery, to say the least.

After I downed a few Iron Dukes...

It was off to the bar: Spicolli's in Sandwich Town!! Yay!

Sandwich Town is always fun; I think we don't get there nearly enough. On this particular night, One Man's Opinion were rocking it out when we got there, the atmousphere was good and people were ready to party down. Some people played some pool...

While I, uh, caught up with some friends.

Then, as by now you no doubt know if you've read a few of these posts, things got a bit interesting. Mel had a bit of a scare being left at the bar - something which she will no doubt never, ever let us forget, but eventually we all did make it home in one piece. And then some. Oh yes, when the music majors drop by here at the University of Windsor, one notices...

I just remember waking up with one hell of a headache and a very severe case of the stupids. There was an odd taste in my mouth - ah yes, then I remembered: When I had been taking a sip from a glass of beer the night before, someone informed me that there was, in fact, a cigarette butt in it. Mmmmmm.... yummy. It stil didn't explain why there was a smashed orange stuck to my wall. Wait... maybe it does.
Alas, we knew what we were getting into when we started. I leave you with one last mystery for the holidays. When I woke up, this picture was on my camera:

Good god - who's ass is that!?!?!?!?!

Wecome Boozy!

2004-12-18T15:01:00.000-05:00

One other good thing came out of the Cable Party, we got a cat!
Well, we first met her on the night of the cable party - a cute little stray kitten that someone effectionately named Boozy, and it stuck. I had been walking down the street and out of the corner of my eye I saw what I thought to be a Skunk running straight at me. Not fun; I almost dove into the bushes. When the thing got closer to me I noticed that it wasn't a skunk at all (thank god), but the cute black and white kitty that spent the evening with us.

Boozy's on the right (weird colours, eh?). It broke our hearts to have to put her out at the end of the night, but for all we knew it was someone else's cat.
A few days later Mike saw the poor thing outside accross the street meowing away and still without a collar. Mel to the rescue! Yes, Mel was Boozy's benevolent sponsor - it had to go to the vet's, and all of us at Delta f are a bit poor. The thing was going to need shots, and now it was limping, but a quick visit to the kitty-doctor said it was nothing serious, so now we have a cat: Boozy the Astro Cat, wecome to Delat f.
Let the training begin! Do you think you can train a kitty to fetch beer? We shall soon find out.

Awwww... Meow!

Fate of the Cable Party

2004-12-18T14:32:00.000-05:00

Holy man,
It's been a while since I've updated this thing! Exams here at the University of Windsor has held us in its kung fu grip for a few weeks now, but the end is near. I myself have been done for a few days now, but I think tonight is the night that the rest of us finish - which means that tomorrow I should have good material to put on here! Party!!! I Already have my six-pack of Iron Duke; I'm ready to go. But before all that, I should probably bring you up to speed.

As decided by our Cable Summit, on December second the cable was supposed to be shut off. As you can see, there were some of us that took it better than others...

Ah, poor Chris. He really liked that cable. That's why I had the idea that we should have a "goodbye Cable!" party in the honour of those who will miss it most. You know, bid the seventy useless channels adieu in the best (only) way that members of Delta f can - get loaded. Everyone in the house got up at the crack of dawn to prepare for the party...

Well, okay... Maybe not exactly. In fact, on the day of the supposed party, I seemed to be the only one really interested carrying the party through. It was a Thursday after all, and people had better things to do. Never one to let that stop me, I bought a bottle of ouzo anyway!
When I got back from studying, I turned the TV on, opened the bottle of cheap, licorice flavoured Greek booze (did I mention it's cheap?) and settled down to stare at the cable for what I though was going to be the last time. It had taken me three difficult phone calls, but I had done it and managed to get an operator at COGECO cable (fuck you again, COGECO) to agree to shut off the service. I was expecting to sit there and actually see some boring show snap to fuzzy snow letting me know that our cable was no more with a satisfying hiss. I sat, and drank, and sat, and drank... Nothing. The cable stayed on.
In fact, sixteen days later the cable is still not off, but here's the good part: We're not paying for it any more! HA! Now we get cable for free. Or at least until someone from COGECO reads this...

So our Cable Party didn't amount to much, but at least we have the mild satisfaction that the useless, mind-numbing schlock that we're watching on TV is only costing us waited time - not cash.

The Ouzo didn't hurt, either.

Monday night - why?

2004-11-30T21:34:00.001-05:00

Why do we do this to ourselves? It's only Tuesday, and I have that Sunday I-feel-significantly-retarded feeling. This time, it wasn't gin that did it, or any other kind of booze - well, okay, for the most part. This time, it's the brownies' fault that I couldn't remember where I'd put my keys this afternoon for ten minutes - only to realize that I'd been holding them the whole time.
JM seems to be on a kick for the wine lately, which explains why he had two friggin' huge bottles of the stuff last night. An affirmative aswer to "would you like a little wine?" resulted in being handed a glass to full to the brim with liquid that one had to be real quick in taking that first gulp, so as to not spill, that is. This got harder and harder as the wine got drunken and more drunken (are those even workds?).
Is was me (I can admit it) that had the bright idea that we should take a brownie. Let me take a moment here to mention that these aren't just regular Betty Crocker chocolate brownies, if you know what I mean. These are the brownies that when I first made them - and didn't know how strong, ahem, chocolicious they were - I didn't fully recover for weeks. Literally weeks.
So the next thing we knew it was three o'clock in the morning and we're in Farrarry's eating pizza and getting those "you must have brain damage" looks from the waiter. Mike and I, having brought our portable phones, were seeing who could get the farthest from the house and still have reception. Mike won, but I want a rematch. I really don't remember much after that.

I woke up this morning with the house absolutely fucking boiling, for some one had knocked the themostat all the fucking way up! It was thirty degrees, and I felt a little off-kilter as it was. The roof of my mouth was all burnt for some reason too. Maybe from sucking in the flame of a lighter, but I don't have conclusive proof. All together not an awesome way to start the day. The moral of the story is that my brownies are just too, uh, chocolaty for their (and my) own good. In the future, I recomend just eating them on weekends.

I can't stop playing this freakin' game

2004-11-26T16:18:00.000-05:00

Never since Spaced Penguin in first year have I been so god-damn addicted to a free video game. I could be doing so many more productive things with my time other than sitting here in the computer lab playing a game that immitates reality - oh so well. I have to admit that it might take some getting used to ad first.
"Why am I throwing pieces of paper into a virtual trash bin on my computer when I could be doing this for real?" you might ask yourself. Who's gonna clean up all of that real paper, I ask you? I sure as hell wouldn't want to. So here it is, the Paper Throwing Game. I will challenge anyone to a dual anytime. I am such a loser, but meh, you could be too.

This weekend Chris and I are holding the fort; everyone else in Delta f is leaving. I for one think that it will be a rip'roarin' good time, and by that I mean it will no doubt be vewy, vewy qwiet. We'll see how it goes.

Coty just didn't want to stop partying

2004-11-23T16:12:00.000-05:00

Ah, Birthdays. The one time of the year it's not just okay to act like a complete drunken fool, it's pretty much expected. There is no exception to this in our house at all.
Last Sunday was Coty's twenty-first birthday, and Saturday night was his time to shine, at least that's what he said, anyway. I tend to agree: if there is a birthday that's you're going to make memorable, it might as well be your twenty first. I'm reasonably sure that he made good - I don't know, I wasn't there for most of it. I was, on the other hand, in the house when he got back from the ol' bar at about three in the morning; the rest of us were all in bed.
At one point, I went to use the washroom and found Coty passed out in a chair clutching a Styrofoam take-out container. Chris and I both tried our hands at getting him up, but all he seemed to do was ensure us that he wasn't "that drunk, " an he'll do what he wants to. So be it - I go back to bed.

All is quiet for about an hour. All of a sudden, there's a pretty slurred conversation going on at bar. Funny thing is, there was only one voice: It was Coty, and the conversation was getting pretty heated from what I could hear. Enough so that Justin came downstairs and asked very politely what the hell Coty was doing, also realizing that it was his birthday and all.
"I'm gis wrelly fucked-up..." Was the answer, and I don't think Justin (or I for that matter at this point) was going to argue. Apparently, Coty just didn't want to stop partying. More power to him.
Then it got weird, though. After about five minutes, Coty is running around the house going "whoooooo hooooo!!" and talking to himself bigtime. He's outside at one point, then back inside - even back at the bar at one point. Eventually, Coty is down in his room with the music so loud that my windows are shaking. I can still here him though, singing the lyrics like a champ. I feel almost bad to stop Coty's self-party, but at this point at's five a.m., and I need to sleep.
It still kills me that when I went downstairs to ask him to turn it down, there was a look of genuine surprise in his eye that I wouldn't still be partying too! Half of me wanted to grab a bottle and join him. Unfortunately, the other half of me (a much more tired half) wanted to sleep. I'm guessing Coty had a good birthday.

Cable Summit: It was fun while it lasted...

2004-11-22T10:30:00.000-05:00

The Cable summit Seems to have been a success!
Despite a little disappointment on my part due to the complete lack of creativity on the part of those trying to convince us to keep the cable, we have amicable decided that we will be cable free. As of December second of 2004, don't come to our house to watch bad American television - that is, of course, unless you're willing to watch bad free American broadcasts; then come on over.
Another issue brought up in the summit was the fact that dishes being left out all night was no longer kosher. I for one was very surprised when the entire house agreed readily to do their dishes before the rot sets in, not really internalizing that the summit was the exact same day that two women were due to arrive for the weekend. Silly me. Both women left left yesterday, and this morning the nasty George Forman grille and Encrusted Egg-to-frying pan content in the kitchen was disconcerting. They didn't even last one day without their girlfriends.
Sigh - it was fun while it lasted...

That being said, there are ten days left of cable in our house. It will be interesting to see who loses it first, but I'm a little worried about Chris: the way he watches Start Treck: Enterprise since the summit with the same gaze as a soldier scheduled to leave for combat can't be healthy. The separation is going to be heart-wrenching.
For this very reason I propose a Goodbye Cable! Party on the second. It's a Thursday (party-night anyway...), so I don't think I'll have much convincing to do. Maybe we can all dress-up as our favourite cable t.v. characters.
Or maybe not...

The Cable Summit

2004-11-11T20:20:00.000-05:00

It was bound to happen at some point,
And here it is, the first major - or at least relevant - disagreement that our house has ever had: whether or not to keep cable television. I'm trying to remain as unbiased as possible on this issue for the purpose of this blog. Ah hell, fuck it - I hate cable TV with a passion and I want it gone as soon as possible. For me, it's a waste of money; a service I never use. There, I said it. That out of the way, here are the particulars:

For the removal of cable television at Delta f

Justin, Mike and myself.

Against the removal of cable TV at Delta f

Coty and Chris.

This issue has all the makings of good political intrigue: Passionate arguments; lobbying; heck, this basically just started last night, and already we have people accused of flip-flopping - it's amazing. This whole gong-show started when our cable provider removed (with no warning) the movie channel from our service while apparently keeping our bill the same. Fuck you COGECO Inc., fuck you.
Those that stand for getting rid of the cursed service (sorry, there I go again) have a bit of an advantage though: We can unplug the main TV at any time and refuse to watch it, thereby not using the service, and thereby not having to pay for it, provided we contribute to any fees associated with disconnecting the service, and as long as we hold the popular vote; democracy in action. But That's not the idea I had for Delta f, oh no, because that would be just mean. We - those for scrapping the idiot-box - have decided to give those with an opposing view a forum for their argument. A summit, if you will. For them it will be a chance to convince us why we need to keep TV. Good luck guys.
So, on November 18th of this year (next week), at four p.m., the fate of cable TV at Delta f will be more or less debated. In the mean time, those against TV have opted to not use the cable at all to show we're serious (I hope, because this was a hard sell to Justin), still leaving computers, Playstation, DVD's and videos. Coty has made it clear he will make this week as hard as possible for us, like a true champ.
What I plan on getting out of this summit - aside from that ten dollars a month I used to pay for cable - is insight into the whole necessity of cable television. You would not believe the look on Coty face (and I hear Chris' as well) when we brought up the prospect of getting rid of it. It was like we said we were going to kill some infants and rape the corpses. Seriously - that bad. Coty and Chris really love their TV. I plan on doing a special edition of this site for the summit.
This is going to be good.

I make booze in my closet

2004-11-10T01:36:00.000-05:00

No, I do, I really do - I make booze in my closet. Technically, it's apple cider, but the amount of "reviews" I've received to the tune of "I just can't quite put my finger on what the hell is stopping this from being good," or "well...It's not that bad," all get the same reply: It was made in my closet - what the hell do you expect.
All I did was get about twenty bucks worth of apples from the ol' A&P and boiled them down to mush (something I learned that I shouldn't do); added just over a kilo of sugar to the mix and then tossed it all into a five gallon tub, then filling it near the top with water. Add yeast, then wait for four or five weeks. Please note - I'm simplifying here people.

Over the course of making this stuff, a few things went wrong. Nothing major, but I feel I should point then out. First, my closet is pretty cold, which is not a really read thing for making booze.
Next, the top of the tub that I used to brew this stuff was a little contraption I rigged up to keep the oxygen out, but the CO2 in - to make sure bacteria keeps it's nasty self out. To make a long story short: I broke said contraption without knowing it while rummaging (drunkenly) through my closet. I still hadn't known I'd broken it two weeks later when I checked on the stuff. Oops!
Well along came the day to bottle the stuff, and after taking out most of the apple chunks (much to my present housemates' relief) I was left with ten one-litre bottles of closet-made Windsor Swish. Yum Yum. Hydrometric testing throughout the process tells me that I have a brew of about 5% alcohol, by volume. Why the hell would I do this? You ask. "Everyone needs a hobby," I say, and cheap booze (I swear it's not that bad when you get used to it) is most of the time a swell thing.
I'm currently working on a much more potent recipe that you brew, and then leave out in the freezing, Canadian winter air over night, separating the frozen water from the liquid - though nicely chilled - ethyl alcohol. Closet Swish brand Ice Distilled Moonshine should be available at Delta f in mid December - just in time for post-exam partying! See you there!

until then, we're just going to have to be happy with the good 'ol beer store.
*sigh*

Why are there Highschool kids in my house?

2004-11-07T20:39:00.000-05:00

Very strange, this. I get home last night at around midnight after a long, hard day here at the Leddy library only to find that there are ten or-so eighteen-year-olds in my house; Justin and Mike are sitting at the bar not exactly looking pleased with the situation. It turns out that I had completely forgotten that Chris' younger brother was coming over after they saw the GreenDay concert. Funny thing: Chris is not here.
Our concerns with the prospect of having to babysit these kids are quietly set aside when it turns out that this one kid Ryan has a forty of Barcardi and is sharing it. We humour them.
I'm pretty much kidding - I'll concede to that; it turns out they were for the most part rather cool, in addition to providing free liquor to their hosts. Chris does eventually show up with the excuse that they had said they were coming later, so he went to the bar. We barely hear him, we're into a good game of Kings by this point.

Then Mike, Justin and I reminisced about highschool when we noticed that a few of these kids had become really drunk, really fast, most notably: Chris' brother, who's name I can't quite remember. Anyway, this kid is blasted and is doing one of those really good drunken swagger-dances to the music and spilling his drink all over the place, every now and then letting out a "WHOOOOOOOO!" when there's a lull in the music. Have I mentioned that I haven't even been home for an hour yet?
Well, after getting some footage of the Super Loaded mini-Chris (on his own video camera) the posse of delinquents decides it's time to drive back to Chatham - The DD's hadn't been drinking, of course. We wish them farewell and send them on their way, rather pissed that Ryan had remembered to take his rum with him, despite our best efforts.

Questions to ponder for the day: These kids left a nice mess of bottles and filth in our house; who will clean this up? Will it be Chris? Coty? Mike? Justin? Me? Cumulative effort? Magic flying monkeys? God? Believe me, I'm on the edge of my seat to see where this goes. Tomorrow's garbage day too - I'm on the edge of my seat.

A night in the Life

2004-11-06T22:41:00.002-05:00

I'm still playing with the format of this thing, but basically I love the idea of writing a kind of journal of the, uh, unique things that happen in our humble home at 194 Bridge. I also love the idea of writing this thing and not telling my housemates about it for a while. Unfair? Maybe. Amoral? Probably. Hilarious? You had better believe it. Let's start with a rather common occurrence in our house: Going out and getting Drunk - you would hear the capital if I were speaking - in Windsor, such as we did last night.

The Cast: Me, Coty, Mike, Mel, Chris and JM.

The night started out innocently enough: a few drinks and decisions about where the hell we're going to go. We decide on The Bridge Tavern (ohhh, I'll be writing a whole article on that place, don't you worry), to be followed up by Twig and Berries. These are local bars in the university area. In fact, most of you reading this will be familiar with these places, therefore every university-area bar in the world, so not much of a description is necessary. I digress. On this night, for a change, everyone is in good spirits and relatively sober. It is said that Kareem is going to meet us at one of the bars for some "old school" partying, which we're all looking forward to.
We get to the Bridge and the band is really hot. For some reason I'm playing pool and not making a complete mess of the game. The usual calls for everyone to chug by JM are mostly and politely turned down. Until, that is, we decide to leave the bar. Everyone chugs, putting the crew unexpectedly in a more spritely mood. Next stop: Twigs.

All I can really say about Twigs that I didn't mention earlier is that in the space of a block, there are bars named Twig and Berries, The Liquor Box and Big Dick's. All are owned by the same guy, allegedly. This is Windsor for you.
We arrive at Twigs after a brief - and loud - stop at our friends the Engineer's house. They inform us, much to our horror, that no, they will not be joining us at the bar because of a midterm they have the next day - a Saturday. We felt for them, briefly, and continued on our way. Still no sign of Kareem.
Things are getting interesting now, for the booze from the Bridge is settling nicely in. Mike, JM and Coty beat the pants off some people at fussball and Chris is being admonished for being "creepy." Mel and I don't see it, but Coty assures him it's there. I begin to think it might just be the light in the bar.
For some damn reason I'm playing pool again with Coty and our opponents are questioning whether we're telling the truth when we say they're playing against two Tylers. I admit, it would blow my mind too, but carding us was not necessary. We lose.
Suddenly, it's two-thirty in the morning, the lights are on and our empty glasses are being literally scooped away from in-front of us. Unpleasant murmurs from the crowd say that it's time we leave the bar and go home, but not before a stop at the 'ol Pita Grill for food. I would like to take the time here to note that I live with four people that are physiologically not capable of drinking without eating a meal afterwards. I am really starting to believe that they would drop dead if they didn't. JM obviously can't afford food, so the pitiful look in his eyes whilst he watches Mike, Coty and Chris eat says that he's making food at home and there ain't nothin' gettin' in his way. I sure as hell don't plan to. Still no sign of Kareem.

Yikes, then I get home and the pot comes out, all of a sudden there's neighbours in our house and a cocker-spaniel wandering around. I swear to god, it's true. It's four in the morning and my bed is shaking from "last dance with Marry-Jane" coming from Coty's room, which I ask them to turn down; I have work to do the next day. The volume setting is turned from "Black Sabbath Concert" to "Ever-so-slightly-less-than Black Sabbath Concert." It's no matter and I fall asleep anyway.
And so ends the typical night at Delta f. Just wait until we get to an a-typical night; that's entertainment, but not this time. No, this afternoon I woke up just as I usually do on the weekend: Shaking the fuzz from my head and not looking forward to leaving my room because it smells like a Bingo hall in the rest of the house. More midterms are in the cards for me soon, so the library was my destiny; cultural psychology my horoscope. That being done, here I am, writing about my life in Delta f and posting it on the internet. Ah, student life.

The Delta f Website - Finally

2004-11-05T19:20:00.000-05:00

It's only a year or so, but here it is: The Delta f Website up and running, thanks to a few perks of the information age. I haven't really found the catch to this thing yet - as in how much blood/money/pain I'll have to dish out for having this thing posted for "free" - but for now we can just be happy knowing the crazy, often dangerous, but always entertaining things we do at Delta f now once again has a forum!
I Guess this is the second incarnation of the Official Website of Cody 4 back in first year, 2002-2003 which is still taking up space at http://www3.sympatico.ca/tylert. Check it out if you want to know how this gong show got started. Maybe I'll start the Drunk of the Week again, who knows.
Anyways, for those (oh, so few) fans of the original website I kept up, this is for you. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh yes, I almost forgot!

A Delta f poem:

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Is so great...

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Is so fine...

Oh how I wish that Delta f was mine.

-Tyler Thomas,
President, Delta f.