The Potavin Villa in Red Bank, decadently named Rome, is nearing completion. The kitchen alone looks like a show room, with granite counters, commerical fridge and freezer, entertaining area, three stoves and cook-top. I don't know whether Nero-Potavin will beguile his guests the way the Caesars did, but at least he can cook for 50 in a Pottery Barn setting. Plus he'll have a bidet to clean himself afterward. Ahem. On another note, Will continues his efforts to crawl the length of the house or at least wave to everyone while attempting to do so. Nice work little man. And all of these are a far cry from my posts back in 2002 (see Miami trip below).

Will's first Christmas has come and gone...and I think he enjoyed shaking the wrapping paper more than the actual toys. Not entirely true but pretty funny. Natalie, her Mom, Will and I sojourned out to America's Heartland (Michigan) to see Natalie's family. Everyone seems to be doing OK and it was good to catch up; we hadn't seen most of her family since Jerritt and Kristy's wedding. We met Will's new cousin Brayden for the first time, who also celebrated his first Christmas. Got to spend time with Grandma K who can still take care of any varmints that think they can sneak onto her farm. Back in H-Town, Mom (or Granny as she's also know) had a good time celebrating Will's first Christmas with him. And no he did not get any coal.

I think readers will find an inverse relationship between impending pregnancy, followed by fatherhood, and updates to this site. On May 5, 2007, Richard William was born, weighing in at 7lbs and 21 inches long. Will, as we refer to him, had that I'm-going-to-have-to-be-locked-in-my-room-in-21-years look given that he's a Cinco de Mayo baby. He shares a birthday with his grandfather; his grandmother's birthday is May 4th. Although he inhaled merconium and had to be in the NICU, he was released a few days later with a clean bill of health. Now if we could only get some sleep...

I'm cheating on the updates. The update you are reading was predated as March 2007 but was in fact written in 2008. Outrageous, I know, but still there is a lot to catch up on. Gary and Sylvia were married on February 3rd AND February 10th: it's the Winter of Love. The wedding on the 3rd covered their bases vis-a-vi the Roman Catholic Church, which frowns on beach-side weddings. The wedding on the 10th, was the glamour wedding set in Mexico at the beautiful Pardisus Riveria south of Cancun in the Riveria Maya. The jet-setting guests winged in from both the U.S. and Poland. Yours truly served as Best Man and Natalie served as Matron of Honor. One couldn't ask for a happier couple or a nicer setting. Congrats Gary and Sylvia! When not engaged in wedding related activities, I managed to do some sailing and swimming as well as pool-side lounging. Natalie's imbibing was obviously cut off but she still keep things very real.

Well the big news is that there's a Little Shark on the way. Last Friday we found out that it's a boy. When they were doing the ultrasound, Junior had his hands up by his forehead: he was either praying or doing the Shark Dance in utero. Chip off the ol' block. Natalie has finished her last field work, or what I have dubbed indentured servitude, so all she needs now is the piece of paper and it's official. Since the last news piece, we finished up the summer in our usual style at the LBI Chowder Fest. Plus there was the LBI AOH music festival which was a damn fine time; guest stars were the newly minted Dan and Joanne (as opposed to the classic vintage Dan and Joanne). The next big thing before Junior shows up is the Oravsky wedding and week-long extravaganza, also known as Oravskypolooza. Following on the heels of that mayhem is the Sheridan St Patricks Day Wedding Fest down in San Antonio as cousin Dr Patrick Sheridan ties the knot with his fiance Margaret. Stay tuned, 2007 promises to be an interesting year...

Congratulations are in order for a few couples. First off, Dan and Joanne were married in July at H-Town's biggest see-and-be-seen event of the summer. Proceeding that monumental occasion was the equally impressive Dan K's LBI Hadj (last names omitted for privacy purposes). Between brushes with the local PD, rage, Joey's John-John-bit, Tony and Chris' midnight jaunt to AC returning five days later (lost weekend?), girls vomiting off of balconies, U.S. Navy stories of near-scrapes with the Chinese Navy in the Korean Sea, a Bed and Breakfast that could save any marriage and a diner trip that almost ended in four fatalities, there was enough adventure for a Brady Bunch Trip To Hawaii. Their wedding was star-studded (or at least studded), with appearances by two visiting Matadors known only as Los Matadores de Nueva Jersey. And at no point did the Ambassador from Kenya click a word of disapproval about the affair. Second on the list are Melanie and Chris, who had a beautiful wedding at The Mansion. I had the opportunity to once again work with Kristy and Tim, Susanne and Greg, and Nancy (congrats on your Masters). The Wickershams tied the knot in July as well; unfortunately, Nat and I couldn't make their wedding but we wish them all the best! You did it buddy, you got hitched! Whew, the wedding wishes almost don't end. The final round for the summer came last week with Jerritt and Kristi's wedding in Pittsburgh, or The Land of No Signs. We were lost at every point in the trip. Even the limo driver got lost on the way to the ceremony. Even so, it was a great time with family coming in from Colorado, Michigan, Pennsylvania and of course, the great Garden State. Rehearsal dinner was a nice chance to catch up with everyone before the busy wedding day. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception a tie-one-on good time. Today was actually company picnic day at Great Adventure (no one from NJ would call it Six Flags, that's for New Yorkers). Damn good time, but I'm still vaguely nauseous from the Scream Machine and Nitro. This weekend coming up is Labor Day, but as anyone in the know...knows (ahem)...it's not really the end of summer. That happens on October 1st with the Chowda Fest in Beach Haven. Joining us once again will be recently relocated rockstar Chris. Foregoing his ancestral home of H-Town, Chris has picked up and moved to the seaside town of Red Bank. Just listen for the sound of hammers and you'll find his new home, dubbed aptly enough as Rome (Caligulah...?).

Truly a milestone: Dick is now in his 30s. And it actually doesn't feel any different than being, say, 28 or 29. Except the lower back pain. Wow. Now THAT'S rough. We had the big birfday extravaganza on 2/4 instead of the actual BDay (2/11) because of scheduling difficulties. Gary took yours truly out for a 1/2 round of Gonzo February Golf at the Princeton Country Club. Then it was over to The Nog for a pint or five and a fine imported cigar. Have to enjoy them indoors while I can, NJ imposes a smoking ban beginning on 4/15 (or 15/4 for our European friends). The ladies helped set up and I arrived just before the guests. An excellent time as always: Potavin (and a very brave Holly), both Carbones, Ray, Suzanne, Elvis, the Burleys, "Fonzie" Matt, almost the entire Knox Clan, Baldino, Melanie & Chris, Nat's Mom, my folks, Santa Claus, my First Grade Teacher, some guy from my accountant's office, Saskwatch, ..whew. Lots of shout-outs. Noticeably missing were the Bergsteins, who apparently caught the Bird Flu and couldn't make it. Knox recently ended his struggles with the evil hot-tub-fixing-cabal and hired a more reputable firm, thus ending an ordeal that involved him staking out his own house for several days. And after about six years as a loyal reader, Knox has finally struck out on his own website. It is a brave, new world. You damn kids just remember: I was your age once, with the blogging and the iPodding and the madness. Then I turned 30 and no one UNDER 30 could trust me. And yes, I vote Republican. HA HA HA

Gary popped the question and Sylvia said "Yes", so there is now a future Mrs O'Garsky. Congrats! More recently, Natalie and I had our Christmas Party, which turned out pretty damn well. The Bennetts even rolled in with their son Tyler. Our bar room in the basement, which had just been set up, was well used. Pictures of Tony at the bar staging his favorite scenes from Scarface were deleted, but rest assured they were pretty damn funny. The only complaint of the night was the Artic temperatures down in the bar and billiards rooms. Follow the link from the index page to view the pictures. Potavin hilariously screwed up a tequila shot (the first time in history considering even drunken 17 year old spring breakers in Cancun can get it right) by doing a shot of salt, throwing tequila on his hand, then throwing a lime at yours truly. So our first Christmas in our house was very nice; Natalie got me a poker table, which I'll gladly use to take Joanne's money, as well as a fire pit for the back yard. In other news, Hamish's blog continues to be a crowd favorite with Knox boasting that it may be better than Angryshark.com. Knox, don't be ridiculous. This site has been blazing trails on the Internet from the sordid heart of New Jersey since 2000. And we don't plan on stopping any time soon. Keep it real.

First off, congrats to John and Mandy on the birth of their son Tyler. Second, did anyone else feel like monsoon season touched down in central NJ last week? Holy Buttery Nuts that was 45 inches of rain if it was a millimeter, with driving sheets of wet madness forcing its way into my sump-pump-less basement. Saturday was a heck of a lot better: I managed to get some things done that didn't involve bailing out my window wells. The 2005 Tir Na Nog Sometimes Annual golf outing is now in the history books, but Team Sheridan/O'Garsky made their strong showing on Sunday. Amidst shouts of "Click!" rather than "Fore!" errant drives and wild chips blasted their way around Fountain Green Golf Course. At the least, yours truly got to play on his first military golf course. Interesting, but the 17th Green was not on the artillery range as I was led to believe. Team Knox (Dan and Dan) managed a fine showing and even one-upped Team Sheridan/O'Garsky. The real winners that day were the fine charities that benefited from the proceeds. Actually...the real winner was me for finally being able to write "the real winners that day..." about something. There's nothing like working bad clich�s into your writing. Some posts that I've missed over the last month include the Chowder Fest on LBI. Good time was had by all (another clich�) as Potavin, Natalie, and I ate our weight in clam chowder. The Ketch in October is depressing, I'm glad they are otherwise closed in the off-season. The outdoor grilling is pretty damn nice though: nothing like a warm charcoal grill heating up your steak dinner as you suck down a few beers. Finally, congrats to Big Matt as he celebrates his 30th Birf'day. You're our staff's most-est favorite-est.

I ran across this picture and article on the University of Delaware's online student paper, The Review. Enjoy.

Newark, DE

May 13, 1998

"Popular local frat guy beaten by mob of hairy-legged liberals"


On Friday, charming local frat guy Rich Sheridan was beaten with protest signs by the local Chapter of Women Who Hate Men. Bertha Fatzlowski, a member, was quoted as saying, "That patriarchal fascist got what he had coming to him, did you see the sign he was holding??". She then ate this reporter's notebook. Bitsy Breastalino, a member of Phi Sigma Sigma sorority, said that Sheridan's outrageous sign probably incited the crowd to violence, but that the student group should have "had compassion on such a good looking guy". More to come as this story unfolds...

Once again the cast and crew of the Sheridan Compound on Long Beach will be descending on the elysian shores of Long Beach Island for that last gasp of summer, The Chowder Fest. On the surface, this seems like a bizarre scheme by the local Chamber of Commerce to lure the summer resident plutocrats back to Beach Haven for another weekend of price gauging. And you would be dead on right about that. At the same time though it misses the point that, given a warm early-fall day, you can suck down unlimited amounts of chowder (albeit in shot glass sized proportions) while imbibing large amounts of beer in the fresh salt air. And yes Hamish, this is much better than gorging on schnitzel at the Frankfurt Oktoberfest. You won�t see any lederhosen at this shin dig. I would make some claims like, I�ll get pictures, but I seriously doubt that will happen. Even the camera phone is useless since I�m too much of a cheap skate to pay to upload the pictures to my online cell phone account. Some of you may be aware of Big Tony�s efforts to become one of New Jersey�s finest. The staff of Angryshark.com wishes him the best: book that first perp for us Tony. If you haven�t already, it�s a good idea to help the people affected by Hurricane Katrina. Try the Red Cross. Remember, you can�t do any worse than the state and local governments did down there. Signing off from the Sheridan Compound, where like minded patriots are resisting the Federal Government�s efforts to destroy our rights, I�m DickSheridan.

Big Update: I finished grad school, so I've got the MBA hanging on my wall. And I beat Knox to it. heh heh heh heh So did Stevenson. Nat and I bought a house and...yes we're in H-Town. A lot of people were worried that we'd move out and it would be as if their favorite TV show was cancelled. None of that, the Sheridans have a compound in Mercer. In unrelated news, we spent a week at the shore two weeks ago with Gary, Sylvia, and the Potavins. Salacious. Almost everyone ended up a winner at Casino Night down in AC; only Chris enjoyed too many complimentary cocktails and lost his winnings. But in the scheme of things, with his new job, he's the big winner. The Marlin provided some entertainment and of course The Knoxs rolled thick. Their compound up in Harvey Cedars even played host to the Meltzers, giving rise to the phrase "I've been Meltzered". That's where you tell your wife you're putting sun tan lotion on her back then go and get a sandwhich instead. About a month ago, Natalie and I visited her brother Jerritt and his fiance (congrats!) Christy in Fort Worth, Texas. Excellent time. Made a trip out to Dallas and saw the Book Depository as well as the Grassy Knoll. You could cut the conspiracy in the air with a butter knife. I was tempted to buy a bumper sticker that read, "Teach a Yankee to Drive: Point he car North", but then I realized some of the grammar was incorrect so I skipped it. Instead I enjoyed the BBQ, the 100+ degree temperatures, and the cold beer. Forth Worth is a great town, like Charlotte, North Carolina. Many long time readers will remember that Ray lived in "C-Town NC" a few years back. It's the same kind of town: everything is fairly new, there aren't many bums peeing in alleys and pan-handling (there's too much desert for them to "disappear" in), the sky scrapers aren't so intimidating, and the bars/restaurants are clean and rock out. Make sure you check out Hamish's blog for a New Jersey Yankee in the heart of Deutscheland. And remember our Wild America.

The St. Patrick's Day Parade in Trenton was once again a good time. Gary, Sylvia, Rodney, Molly, Chris, and Kristin (as well as a larger cast) came out (as you can tell by the pictures on the index page). Natalie met up with us later, she was at the baby shower for Cousin James's daughter (due soon): Congrats! Sally Stevenson met up with us, as did the Saucy Potavins and Beaumont. Gersch's was the usual madhouse, complete with Cops-style (the TV show) arrests. Good to see Hamilton and Trenton Finest on the scene, the parade could turn into a riot without them. Stopped by the Hibernians for corned beef and cabage where Dan The Mayor Knox was presiding. Dan had a "U oF D" night as he taunted Joann with his bleary antics. We rapped up the evening with a movie at the Ch�teau with Sally, Patty, Gary, Natalie, Sylvia, and yours truly dropping knowledge about the Ancient Greeks. My class is moving along, only two more months and I have my MBA.

As you probably know by now, the Eagles lost the big game. Despite this blow to the City of Brotherly Love, we all managed to have a pretty damn good time at Sylvia's place (thanks for having us). Dan "Where did my appendix go" Knox outlined his latest travel exploits (including perennial favorite, Las Vegas). Big Tony enlightened us on the finer points of monster trucks (nice lift) and Gary demonstrated his knowledge of the Polish language. Potavin continues his training efforts for what will culminate in the Iron Man craziness of this summer. He has been dubbed "Swims With Sharks" by a Lenape medicine man and stands a good chance of finishing the race, if not winning it. For your viewing pleasure, I posted some golf pictures from last fall. In other news, the groundhog saw its shadow (or did it NOT see it's shadow, I can never remember), so there will be seven more weeks of winter. I have considered writing to my Senator to demand that the groundhog not be allowed to look for its shadow, thus ending its weather predicting reign of terror. Look for petition drive details in the near future.

First off, thanks to the Meltzers for their hospitality: everyone had a great time and Kim's cooking was fantastic. Dennis proved who has the real "Power" with the Communication Workers of America (pun intended). Knox managed to garner first place in the festivities at the Penthouse after the dinner (who would think he knows Pop Culture that well?). Now that his conquest of the Torque industry is almost assured, Big Tony has set his sites on the domination of the bowling world. This past weekend, Nat and I were in Philly with Gary and Sylvia for dinner and drinks. Good time and a little bit o blues too. In other news, I've been pumping iron at the RWJ Health Club and feeling great. I'm almost set to ink a deal with GNC to sponsor some supplements. You probably saw the promo on the Golden Globes tonight, but more on that soon. Photos have been added so be sure to check out the pictures from the Thayer wedding. Finally, my last class at LaSalle is starting in two weeks: I never thought that I would have senior-itis in grad school, but here we are. And if you're blasting across the Alkali Flats in a monkey navigated rocket car, be sure to stop for a slurpee before you reach Las Vegas. Dick out.

The holidays have come and gone, so Happy New Year from the staff here at Angryshark.com. I had some time off during the holidays, so The Bennetts, Nat and I went down to Atlantic City. Big mistake, I ended up losing at the usually productive craps tables. At least the buffet was good. Went up to NYC another day (again with the Bennetts): walked around (alot), saw Rockefeller Center and the tree, checked out Tiffany's (did NOT have breakfast), and had a pretty damn good dinner at Chiam. Due to global warming, John and I were able to play some golf on New Years Eve day over at the Princeton CC (don't be impressed, it's a crappy public course despite the name). But any golf in the winter is good golf. The Potavin Brothers once more through their New Year's Eve shin dig down in the Burg, so Nat and I and the Knoxs went. At no point in the evening did Knox put his elbow in my drink(s), so it was a succesful night, mein. Work continues on the bathroom in the Penthouse, so I'll post some pics once the work is complete. Coming up this weekend, we have the sometimes annual Meltzer holiday hoot-n-nannie. Hopefully we'll have some pics of former rage-aholic Jeffy. Be sure to check out the new wedding pics posted off of the main page (I look good in all of them). Signing off from our office high above the gritty streets of H-Town, I'm Dick Sheridan. Good night.

Well it has been about eight months since my last posting and since then I've...wow, it sounds like I'm in Confession. HA! As many viewers have guessed, there is now a lucky Mrs Angryshark.com. And contrary to the gag on the index page, she has no control or editorial review for this site. So relax. We were married in Warminster, PA in August, and then had the reception at the Warrington Country Club. It was all very nice. We had a (hold onto your hat) sixteen person Bridal Party that included such Angryshark.com regulars as (Best man) Gary O'Garsky, Fat Tony, Dan The Man, Bone, Cousin Mike, Mr. Miagi Bennett, Ray (who will soon be walking the matrimonial path: Congrats Ray and Tracey!), and my Brother-in-law (isn't that a kick in the pants) Jerritt. Special Guest Stars Chris and Jay Potavin. Nat and I went to Italy for our honeymoon, which was as you might imagine, pretty damn nice. Toured through Rome: saw the Vatican Museum (the Pope was not there to greet us), checked out the Forum and Coliseum, wandered around the Spanish Steps, Piazza Novana, etc etc. We then went to Sorrento which is a great sea side resort about an hour south of Naples. We also managed a side trip to Pompeii: you can�t believe how big and well preserved that city is. The town brothel is still intact complete with pictures on the wall (very saucy). Took the boat to Capri another day- very crowded, but nice. I got in some tanning time in the Mediterranean sun with my Speedo (hott and the second T is for Tight Bathing suit). Excellent. Things at LaSalle are winding down, I'll be finished my MBA with Fonzie Matt in the spring. Nat just started her Masters, so she has another two years left with that (fun). I hate to include this ex post facto, but comedic legend Rodney Dangerfield died a few months back and the world is worse off for it. On the brighter side of things, everyone I know seems to be pregnant (yes even some of the men). Too many people to mention, so Congrats: you know who you are. I�m writing this from San Francisco (evening down time after the conference) so HELLO West Coast. Look for more frequent updates and pictures from the wedding. Once again, I�m DickSheridan: remember our wild America.

Note that the previous two entries were dated ex-post facto (so stop your complaining that you didn't see them posted). I will be taking shipment of an '03 Passat in about a week and a half. It can be seen on my index page. Smooth Silver Ghost color, black leather interior: fat cat luxury.

The day that many have dreaded came not too long ago when my classic '90 Wrangler was sold. I wanted to get rid of it while it still ran and was in good shape, so after a few months of advertising, it was finally unloaded. Many have (appropriatly) billed this as "the end of an era", and they would be correct. The Jeep Saga began at Nottingham High, in the early '90s and continued through the Delaware Years of Decadence. Beyond that, the Jeep was seen in that Den of Inequity, Sea Isle City and later in Avalon. Along the way, it has inspired others to join the ranks of Jeep owners. Most recently, Potavin joined the Club and has officially been passed the Jeep torch. Knox has survived the Jeep conflict, but (note that this will be my final Knox-Jeep bashing) my tires were much, much larger and my rims phater. However, Knox remains in a class of his own, not needing any torch to be passed.

Alright I never got around to updating with details from our trip to Playa del Carmen, so I'll give a quick recap. Our resort was in the town of Playa del Carmen, which is about 45 minutes south of Cancun. Beautiful place. Nat and I spent some time at the pool/ pool bar when we arrived on Thursday with Wick and Heather. Thursday night we had the rehersal and rehersal dinner for the wedding. You can see some of those pictures in the photo album. Friday we went to the beach so that I could work on my tan. In the afternoon, all of the groomsmen and Adam met up to get ready. Let me tell you, it was like a James Bond convention: big pimpin. The ceremony was held under a gazebo set in the resort gardens. Adam and Carolyne once more raised the bar for everyone else getting married (thanks alot guys). The reception was a great time, Wick showed off his moves (as you would expect), I gave the crowd a taste of my "salsa". Saturday we spent some more time at the beach and at the pool/ pool bar. Sunday we went into the town of Playa del Carmen itself. Looks as though the communist regime in Havanna is getting into the restaurant chain game. They had a bar/ restaurant made up to look like this place in Havanna that Hemingway used to drink at. Seems that they have other locations too. Sort of like a Commie Planet Hollywood, or a Red Hard Rock Cafe. The trip back was entertaining: I was stopped at every possible point on the way through the airport (luggage check, carry-on check, boarding the flight) and the people at the check-in almost lost our passports. Other than that though, a fantastic trip. Congrats again to Adam and Carolyne!

Pictures may or may not say a thousand words, but they'll have to do for now, I'll do a recap of Adam and Carolyne's wedding later in the week (i'm exhausted). In the meantime, click the Back button on your browser and check out the pics from the wedding.

First off: Congrats to Thayer and Jeannie on their engagement! Best of luck to the two of you from the staff here at Angryshark.com!
Next item of business: Happy St. Patrick's Day! The parade in Trenton was held last Saturday: a good time as usual, but there was an urgency in the boozing crowd that wasn't there in prior years. You see, Gary O has contracted TB and now faces nine months of anitbiotics and sobriety. Gary acquired traces of this disease while helping the less fortunate at a hospital in Trenton. He must now undergo this treatment to stamp out the illness (although there's always a chance that it could rear its ugly head some time in the future). To avoid potential and severe liver damage, he is prohibited from consuming alcoholic beverages during the treatment. A sad condition for Gary, who enjoys a good tiplling on occasion. For this reason, I've teamed up with Sally Struthers to form the Gary O Friendship Foundation. We will be collecting funds so that at the end of his treatment, we can give him the celebratory saucing that he'll so richly deserve. Won't you join us in helping a man who has done so much to help the Hamilton community?
In other news, Veterans Stadium is set to be demolished this coming weekend. A new wind is blowing through Philadelphia and this one smells...well, not too bad. Till next time, I�m DickSheridan, and this is our wild America.

Congrats to Paul and Stacey on the birth of their son Jacob! I think we are the first of the major newswire services to break this story, proving once again that Angryshark.com is THE source for online content.

Thirty: now that's old. At least that was the general feeling at the Carbone, Suprise 30th Birthday Extravaganza. Beach and I motored down to Maryland to commiserate with Bone on this momentus occasion. Drinks, food, a screening of American Psycho, various U of D alums, and representation by the Blatt Syndicate: what more could an old man like Bone ask for? On Sunday night, Nat and I and our families kicked the tires at a few restaurants as possible venues for our rehersal dinner. The general consensus is that Luigis is the best choice (so far). In academic news, Stevenson finally won his struggle with the Powers-That-Be at LaSalle. Another class in the books, good job Ace.

Congrats to Nat on her acceptance into the Masters program at ___ University (I omitted the name because of potential stalkers). I guess both of us will have plenty of "wall paper" once we get a house. I finally have a picture of the future-Mr-And-Mrs-Knox. Enjoy. Thanks to Kristy and Tim for their hospitality two weekends ago. The Mrs and I had a very good time. Well in another week I'll be turning 28, which to me is shocking. On the brighter side of things Carbone will be turning 30 in a few weeks and that is much, much older than 28. To recap the SuperBowl, I think that Janet Jackson had WAY too much exposure (pause for laughter) and that the big winners of the day were...well not me. I didn't win a nickle on the game. Sad considering that I won big last year in Vlad's SuperBowl pool. On the brighter side he runs a pool for just about everything, so I'll have plenty of chances to win at something else (just not Texas Hold Em). A welcome back goes out to International Globe Trotter Fonzie Matt...ayyyyy...sit on it Potsie, I didn't need no tranquilizers. In other news, I just signed on for another year with my domain host, so rest assured that angryshark.com will continue to bring the breaking news that you crave in the format that you've come to trust. Thank you American for making us number one.

First off congrats to the soon-to-be Knoxs! Dan proposed to Joanne in Ireland on Christmas. If you get the chance, watch the video of it. You just might end up with some "dust" in your eye. Perhaps I can get a screen capture or digital picture of the soon-to-be-Knoxs, keep an eye out. Big Tony continues his conquest of the torque industry with his company Amalgamated Torque Tool Holdings, LLC. Closer to home, I've begun another class at LaSalle: that leaves only four until I finish my MBA. Solid. At work, we've launched an entirely new product line: Hedge Fund Indexes. Can't get into that too much for legal reasons, but it's exciting stuff. I've begun making my commute into work more productive by listening to Italian on CD. So i've become that guy, riding around and apparently talking to myself. Self-betterment instead of road rage. And I've needed it of late: with temperatures dropping below zero and tempers soaring, anything that's cathartic is more than welcome. Signing off from Polar Expeditonary Base 12, I'm DickSheridan.

Christmas madness is over for another year and New Year's Eve is almost upon us. So once again, Happy Holidays from the staff at Angryshark.com. This year will be our fourth year in operation, which doesn't include the year we were at dicksheridan.homepage.com. Now that was a fiasco: the homepage.com service went belly up along with all of those other dot coms in the late 90's. But it was probably a good thing, since now we own the angryshark.com address. On the Entertainment side of things, Nat and I saw the Lord of the Rings which is the best of the three. Also saw Cold Mountin, a solid flick if you're into the Civil War genre. If I haven't mentioned this in previous posts, check out "Opus" in the Philadelphia Inquirer. The guy that wrote "Bloom County" and "Outland" is back with his character Opus the penguin. It's been fairly amusing so far. I assume most readers of Angryshark.com aren't resolution makers: good for you. I suggest you go out on the 31st, get yourself good and saucy and content yourself with your own continued existence. And nevermind this self-improvement fad.

With the capture of international shit bag and former Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein I've spent some time thinking about the man that coined the hilarious phrase "The Mother of All (fill in the blank)". Here's a guy that ran an entire country into the ground! Never mind the guys over here in the U.S. that just run multinational corporations like Worldcomm or Enron into the ground: that's small potatoes. No, Saddam was a scumbag of immense proportions. He spent decades at it. He even tried to have the first President Bush assassinated. Speaking of whom, I loved how Former President Bush always mispronounced Saddam's name during the first Gulf War. He would say Saddam like it rhymes with "Had em", with the emphasis on the first part. That's like being at a party, meeting someone named Ron, then calling him John for the rest of the night. And when you're corrected, you just roll your eyes and say, "Whatever". That's the sort of contempt Former President Bush had for old Saddam. But let's flash forward to the present. How does this mass murderer end his political career (for want of a better phrase)? Not in an Outrageous blaze of glory, but by crawling out of a rat hole (spider hole, whatever). Strictly bush league stuff. Of course that shows too that he knows better than to screw with the U.S. military. Now we just have to find Usama. In news closer to home, Gary, Nat, Gidget, and I went into Princeton for dinner then up to NYC to see the Tree and have a drink or two. Exciting time of the year up there in Manhattan. Lots of fun. Just watch out for NJ Transit: not all of their trains have heat. To close this week's posting, I'd like to share how exciting it is for me to exercise my right to free speach through this web site. I revel in my ability to refer to world leaders as "shit bags". I'm DickSheridan: remember our wild America.

Well I guess ol mother nature didn't have enough of kicking us around with snow. We had about 14 inches last weekend, and if we don't get any more this winter, I'll be glad. Fat chance of that happening. Friday Natalie and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: pretty good, dragged a bit at times, Johnny Depp was entertaining. Saturday we shoveled. Then shoveled some more. Finally, we followed up by more shoveling for good measure. Is it me, or did we go right from winter this past year into a dreary/ wet summer, into an ok fall, then right back into another crappy winter? Outrageous. Saturday night was low key. Sunday I prepped for my final and did some holiday shopping. Big Tony came back from Miami this weekend with more real estate strategies than Donny Trump. You can read about it in his upcoming book Torque Sticks and Real Estate: How to Get Ahead of Your Neighbor.

Thanksgiving has come and gone for our viewers in the U.S. and with it the usual bout with narcolepsy that accompanies mass consumption of turkey. Went to Nat's Mom's house in the afternoon then over to my folk's place for dinner. Eating that much in a single day pretty much runs you into the ground. But the food was outstanding. Friday night we went over to Kristy and Tim's to witness the Saucing of Tim. Also got to see the action on their European Rules Beer Pong Table (i.e. it's two feet long). Fun stuff. Saturday I finished up some work for a group project in my class, then Nat and I had dinner (at Chevy's) and A Movie. Saw "Elf" and recommend it: put Will Farrell in a movie and it will be funny. Big congrats to part-time law student, full time hustler Knox on his move to KC Prime. If you go there for dinner sometime, send your food back to the kitchen to mess with him. Restaurants love that stuff.

Relatively low key weekend all around. Friday night we hung out with the Wolfs (no not wolves), had dinner, very nice. Saturday the Jeep was further cleaned up and prepped for eventual sale. Saturday night I unleashed my culinary abilities for Nat and wound up with something that was acutally edible. Let's see some of the pretty boy chefs on TV cook it up like me (Iron Chef my ass). Ray and Tracy made it back to H-Town for Ray's Birthday: we all headed over to Fezziwigs, deep in Steinert territory. The Knoxs were there (what internet post on this site would be complete without mention of Dan the Man?), Dr Torquestick himself (Baldino), Big Matt and Mikey, Gary and Gidget, and Trish. The interesting thing about all of this is that we fit into this tiny room upstairs in Fezziwigs that's probably only rated to hold five people. Yeah, sweat box. On an entirely different note, let me give you my take on U.S. Immigration policy (this is for Dan's benefit since he can't really respond on this forum): we already have enough laws on the books that we can't really enforce, why create more?

On Friday night Nat, Gary, and I checked out Alladin's Palace (no, no it's a restaurant...): it's not the old Pete's Stake House, that used to be in that building, but it's pretty good. The people were nice, surroundings were interesting, food was unusual: something to try at least once. Saturday I continued working on the Jeep, I've finished putting new rugs in it and it looks almost new. Saturday night I went over to Elaine and Scott's to do some last minute preparations for the surprise 40th Anniversary party for my folks. Sunday morning came around and the plan came together perfectly, they didn't suspect anything! Thanks to everyone that came out, you can see some of the pictures here. Big thanks to Elaine and Scott, and Happy Anniversary to Mom and Dad.

If my life was a series of movies, the past four months would be the intermission between films. Let�s just chalk it up to a prolonged strike between the staff and myself. Ultimately, I had to fire everyone then hire a new staff, so it has kept me busy. I am pleased to announce that we have acquired a digital camera (thanks Paul and Stacey), so you should be seeing more photo exposes here on angryshark. So, let�s see�Congrats to Nat on her new job here in Princeton. No more commuting into Philly at 4am. Happy Birthday to Andy who is one step closer to 30. Congratulations are in order for Potavin and Ray for their new jobs. Also to Potavin for joining the Jeep Club. Sadly, my own classic �90 Wrangler will soon be going up for sale: it�s the end of an era. I�ll post some photos of Old Betsy before she goes so everyone can have one last look. Big Congrats to Jim and Chrissy on their wedding last month, it was an honor to be in it. Congrats to Lee and Stacy also married last month! Greg and Amanda welcomed their bundle of joy, Megan, into the world not too long ago. The Further Adventures of DickSheridan continued last week with my trip to Bermuda. It is not only an �island paradise� but a center for business, explaining my reason for being there. Three words for you: hedge fund indexes. Interesting stuff. The trip was short, arriving Wednesday, then returning home (by way of Asyurbazole or was it Boston?) on Thursday, but nice all the same. Congrats to Knox on starting Law School at Rutgers this fall. Speaking of advanced studies, I�m about half finished with LaSalle�s MBA program, so that�s good news. I have about another year and a half left. Nat and I made a trip out to Michigan this past summer for her cousin Erin�s wedding. The future in-laws got to have a look at me and decide for themselves if Nat�s fianc� was alright or not. I guess I did alright (surprising, huh?). On a totally unrelated note, award winning cartoonist Berkley Breathed will be bringing his classic character, Opus the Penguin, back to the comics page. Nothing like some good satire to amuse on a Sunday morning. And it beats the pants off of Family Circus, Cathy, and the rest of that garbage. Make sure you check out the pictures from the Wrigley wedding, you�ll see some old favorites as well as a few new faces. Also, you'll see a link to Tony B's new business: he's selling torque sticks online . What the heck is a torque stick, you may ask? It's used in a mechanic's shop with an air wrench to tighten nuts to a specific pressure. And yes, there are an endless list of jokes potentially hidden in that last line, but I'm not going to walk into anything so obvious. Till next time, I�m DickSheridan, and this is our wild America.

Friday I met up with Ray at the SeaShell down at LBI then went over to The Ketch for a few drinks and live entertainment. Gnarly Knox met up with Ray and I Saturday morning to try our hands at surfing. Knox was going to give some lessons, but that's hard to do when the ocean looks like a giant lake. So we scratched that idea. Went back up to the SeaShell for lunch, drinks, and a band that was playing poolside/ beachside. Left there and caught up with Tony, John, and Vince for some bluefishing. Lots of fish caught that night, mostly by John and Tony. The boat was so crowded that everyone was losing tackle and line almost as fast as they could re-tie it. So at the end of the night, I only caught one. Better than nothing I guess. Congrats to John and Mandy for the addition to their family (new dog).

Saturday was the Annual Borrelli Blowout and BBQ, excellent time. Despite being held down by a fierce cold that's left me talking like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I still kept shit real. Lots of drinks, lots of food. Couldn't ask for more. Marla and Glen came with Marla showing off her new rock and pictures of their new puppy. Congrats.

Friday night the Fiance and I were in PA for drinks, then got up early to look at one of the reception halls on our list. Not a bad place, but the guy that was running it looked like a talking corpse. His hair was actually the most intimidating thing about him. So we decided not to go with that place. I was thinking of adding a pay-for-content section to this web site, so that's where I'm posting the name of the venue for the reception. Details to follow about how to subscribe. Saturday night we went to dinner with O'Garsky and ran into his ex-wife and former sister in law. Hhheelllloo Gina and Lexi. Headed over to TirNaNog with Dan "Hell-yeah-I'll-take-that-layoff" Knox. Very casual. Sunday we went down to the shore and...surprise, it rained! I love how people always say, well it's good for the farmers. How many farmers are out there, really? They're probably .00001 percent of the population. Ridiculous. And we all know the corporations that do the majority of the farming in the U.S. have access to secret water storage tanks. I'm digressing here. Monday we sat in traffic for three (count em three) hours getting home. Outrageous. Got home in time for a nice dinner out with the future in-laws, though. Wednesday night, the crew at work met Nat and I in Princeton for a few drinks to celebrate the recently-announced-merger: thanks!

Natalie and I are engaged, as of Saturday May 17th. I've been sitting on the ring for about a month and a half waiting for a good time to ask. We've had birthdays, Mother's Day, and a million other things going on, so Saturday seemed like a good time. I told her on the way to the shore Friday night that I wanted to see the sunrise, she didn't seem too suspicious and agreed to get up and watch it with me. So we got some sleep (sort of) and wake up at 5:30 and walk up to the beach. Now I don't like getting up before 11 on weekends so she thought that was pretty strange. Plus I was wide awake and energetic (also strange for me). She still didn't suspect anything. So we walk up to the beach and...there's no sun. It's overcast, cold, driving winds, the works. So I told her even though there's no sunrise I had an alterior motive for bringing her up there anyway. I got down on one knee and asked if she'd marry me. She was in total shock and said yes. I managed to get the ring on her finger without dropping it in the sand. She didn't scream or do anything that would bring LBI's finest to check on things, so we walked back to the house and started calling her family and mine. Interestingly enough, she had a wedding planning book, most of a guest list, and a list of banquest halls ready to go by Saturday afternoon. Women really do have this stuff planned years in advance.

There has been a lot of media attention given to web blogs these days, so many of you may be tempted to think of Angryshark.com as such. The management here wanted to remind our visitors that this site is NOT a blog and that it will continue to provide timely, useful content to its' visitors as it has since 1999. If you want a blog site, try this one, from a Navy Lieutenant in the Gulf. Well the War in Iraq has begun and if you watched the Oscars last week (which I was forced to do by someone I'll call Natal...Sue) you know that clowns like Mike Moore (Bowling for Columbine) still assume that the American public is interested in the foreign policy opinions of movie actors, directors, and producers. Mike, big guy, let me assure you, we are not. The common statement used against people like Moore is: at least they live in the USA where they can state their stupid opinion to anyone that will listen. Same goes for that idiot savant Sean Penn. Moving on, as you might have guessed the Pentagon shot down our request to have a journalist embedded with our troops so you're forced to get your news from "traditional sources". However, they are doing an excellent job, so I think you're in good hands. As long as you're not getting your news from Al Jezeera (friggin Iraqi propaganda) you'll be alright. On the home front, Knox continues his struggle with the whacky, gun-toting neighbor and the NJDOT. I'm going to post some pictures in the next week of the St Patricks Ball, so be on the lookout. Also, I'm trying to work a new phrase into the popular vocabulary: "Hasslehoffing your room". This is where you check into a hotel then proceed to get really loaded by drinking all of the mini-booze bottles in the mini-bar (just like the celebrity of the same name) and smashing some shit. Feel free to use it as you see fit.

First off happy birthday to Steve and Joann. We went out to TirNaNog Saturday night for Joann's birthday where half of Hamilton came out to help her celebrate. Of particular note was that the mayor himself Dan The Man Knox was there. Good time, packed house. Sunday Nat and I went to the gym where it became abundantly clear that you shouldn't work out on an empty stomach. See below for the Friday update. Also, check out the Miami recap. And thanks to Big Tony for stocking me up on five years worth of AA batteries.

Thanks to Jim and Chrissy for their hospitality last Friday, everyone had a good time. Of note is the return of Metzger to the Northeast after an extended stay in Florida: welcome back pal. Also note that the band Carbide is now known as The Bumpin Uglies, so keep an ear out for them in Allentown PA and follow the link to them on the index page. Apparently they go through more drummers than Spinal Tap. As many of you have noticed, America was under a heightened alert for a few weeks and many people have stocked up on everything from ammo and guns to duct tape. I've addressed that in a special section entitles "The Two Squirrels". Also, I've begun working in conjunction with H> Seegopaul on an on-line book for corporate go-getters called, "The Wink and The Gun: Ways to Get Ahead in Corporate America". And before you jump to conclusions, I'm talking about the "finger gun" you probably made as a kid and that is now employed by the office "cool guy" along with a wink, hence the gun name. Keep an eye out, I'm going to include pictures/ diagrams/ etc as needed. Till then, stay up.

Live from Miami, it's DickSheridan! I figured I'd update live from Potavin's Salacious Den in Coral Gables. I haven't seen any McCaw parrots, but I'm looking. We'll be in South Beach for a few days keeping shit real, so check back for live updates and the eventual recap when I get back to cold ass NJ. And Knox....Knox....I know you're in the office reading this and thinking, "Damn stupid Sheridan".

When content starts getting boring then there's really no need to update. Such is the case here. The holidays have come and gone, and still Sadam is running Iraq and North Korea is menacing the world with nuclear weapons and exported missiles. The Israelis and Palestinians continue to fight it out over what many would consider cheap real estate. When you think about it, it's a desert with few resources. At least the rest of the Middle East has oil. And then there's the issue confronted by publisher Dow Jones. An Australian high court ruled that Dow Jones can be held for libel in Australia (never mind that it's a US based company) for a web based article on the Wall Street Journal electronic edition (wsj.com). That's a frightening trend: if I were to say on this web site that Australia actor Paul Hogan is a friggin bone head, then I'd better not plan any trips to Australia or I could be locked up upon arrival. In equally sinister news, Knox did the infamous "lean in" at the Hibos a few weeks back to yours truly. Come on: you do the lean in and smooch the girls, not guys. Knox's girlfriend even was taken aback by this. If all of this isn't a sign of the decline of Western Civilization, I've started playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City on the PS2. It can't be overstated, this game is deceptively addictive. And it truly doesn't belong in the hands of kids. Yesterday I completed a mission where I had to bump off someone's wife by ramming into her Porsche until it exploded (followed by a quick get-away). All the while, you hear the lines from her character begging for mercy. Very disturbing. Good thing this game is in the hands of a mature adult, huh? Getting off of my complaining and "blogging" I can run down New Year's Eve. Spent it down in Avalon with Mr. and Mrs. Wrigs, Thayer, and Nat. We had a five course meal New Years Eve that would have fed an entire village in the developing world for a month. We went back to the house (thanks again Jim and Chrissy) and rocked out. The night before we bar hopped (which is interesting in the winter) at the Princeton and a few other hot spots. Always a pleasure. I think angryshark.com will shift focus to me bitching about current events and the like. Keep you eyes open for it. And for war in Iraq.

Friday Nat and I met up with The Wrigleys, Ebo & Christine, Mal, Courtney, Beach, Stanley, and Grace in Manayunk (whew how about that list). Good time as always at the Brew Pub, solid band AND the comic stylings of Stanley and Grace (Who's on first? Who. That's what I'm asking...). Rumor has it that Miami Keith Metzger will be making a big return from Southern Florida by the end of the year. We'll keep you posted as we hear more. Saturday we went up to New Brunswick with Gary for Ray's birthday dinner at Old Bay. Good time and some damn spicy food. Sometime early next year Gary may become the Ambalance Man so good luck with that big guy. Two weekends ago was our big trip up to Boston for Darren and Heather's wedding: congrats to you two. As you've probably already seen from the first page, we tried to put Darren through the ceiling at the reception but didn't succeed. Gary received the F Wickersham Memorial Award for Hardest Working Man at a Wedding. The trip back was pretty funny, Nat and I had the NFL's RA Beach and Jim Wrigley as passengers. Just goes to show that Natalie's Ford Escort can go the extra mile (or 400). Happy Thanksgiving from everyone here at Angryshark.com.

Friday Nat and I were out in Warminster, good time. Congrats to Susanne, she's expecting sometime next year (who isn't?). Christy is back on her feet again (sort of), so it's back to the coal mines for you (well teaching elementary school anyway). Saturday we went up to Ray's and from there, to Megan and Michelle's Gonzo Halloween Blowout. Excellent time. Nat and I went as a "street walker" and pimp (respectively). Ray went dressed as Roy the Old Man, and Tracy as Diana Ross (complete with HUGE hair). Jim took the cake though with his baby costume, which consisted of a giant diaper and bottle. Thanks again to Megan and Michelle for a good time. Sunday I just worked on the ol grad school bi'ness, so not much there. Monday night Nat, Gary, Knox, JoAnn and I once again met up for Monday Night Football. Knox was even bullied around by all of the Eagles fans at the place. I shit you not, they took his hat and were throwing it around the room to each other. It was straight out of third grade. They used pretty much every move in the book except the old "hang the hat over his head and make him jump for it" one. In the end, they really did have the last laugh as the Eagles went on to defeat the Giants. Speaking of which, I'm told my negotiation team has signed Dr W on for another season of 4th and Wrigs, so keep an eye out for it. Tell next time, keep your Indigo Girls cd's playing and your nose clean (damn fruitcake).

I ran the Race For the Cure this past weekend with Natalie and...I didn't win. Didn't even come close, even got smoked by a few kids. Still, I managed to run it through without collapsing in the mud like a wounded Zebra, so that's positive. What I'm getting at here is, if this were the plains of Africa and I were a zebra running from a lion, I'd end up tripping in the mud from exhaustion and mauled by said lion. Fortunatly, I'm not a zebra. Natalie finished in the top 50 or so out of a few thousand in the women's race (they were broken up for men and women): I think we know who the big winner is out of the two of us. Saturday night we didn't do much, but in the afternoon I did get to hang out with PalmTree Potavin and Intensity Beaumont (yes yes and Matt too). Good stuff. Friday night Nat and I watched the Count of Monte Cristo, pretty solid film, gets a bit slow when he's in prison, but picks up quite a bit once he's out. I would recommend it. Knox made an apperance this past week, but only briefly enough to wave at the crowd (no autographs).

First off, congrats to Theresa and Steve on the birth of their son Joshua. Second up, is my movie review of the week: Vanilla Sky. Interesting. Don't watch it if you don't like plot twists that come out of left field. Penelope Cruz though....solid "performance" (read as nuditiy). All in all, worth seeing on tape or DVD, not in the movies. So that covers Friday night. Saturday, Nat and I headed down to LBI, had dinner at The Marlin (very good by the way), then chilled out. The shore in the off-season: much more low key than the summer. A charm all its own. Sunday we pulled the boat out of the water, then I did some work for my class, Marketing for Powerplayers. Talks are beginning now for a return of SAE U of D Tailgating. Long time visitors may remember the tailgate spot we had right in front of the stadium for all of the Delaware home games. Angryshark.com's management is in high level talks to get a spot in the same area. We'll keep you posted.

Friday Nat and I met up with Nancy & Co to go to the Plough and Stars in Old City. Pretty good time, caught up with R. Alex Beach which is always an entertaining time. Saturday Nat and I headed up to Allentown to see Ray and Tracy, had a marathon dinner that lasted 3.5 hours at this Italian restaurant. Drank Chianti out of a howitzer sized jug. We chilled back at the house, watched Changing Lanes with Ben Afflack and Samuel Jackson. Ben Afflack has one style for acting: Ben Afflack Being Dramatic. That's the extent of his range (yes I borrowed that from Cynthia's Jodi Foster Being Dramatic comment). If he isn't with Skip Damon, don't bother seeing the movie. Sunday was low key, caught up with Irish Dan Knox at the Hibos, but of course he was on his way to some "important business" and didn't stay long. Till next week, I'm DickSheridan, and you're not (yes yes that's from Saturday Night Live).

Saturday Nat and I went to Cousin Julie's wedding at the Penn Ryn Mansion. Beautiful affair, good time. The Mansion is right on the Delaware, so the ceremony was held overlooking the river, nice warm day. Good stuff. So congrats to Julie and Charlie! Sunday Nat, Gary Ogarfsky, Beach, Cousin Pat, and I went took the train down to Penn's Landing for the Sippin By The River beer and wine "sampling". Was more like "mass consumption". You get a dixie cup sized sample from one tent, scarf it down, then slide on over to the next tent and have another. For anyone that lives in the north-east of the continental United States, you know what a scorcher Sunday was. We finally packed it in around 4 and went into the air-conditioning in Dave and Busters. Very nice. Even though we missed the first three trains Natalie wanted to catch, we still made it back to Warminster OK. Solid time. Hopefully Beach's sun burned, racoon face heals up soon so he isn't the laughing stock of his department for weeks to come. heh heh....Make sure you check out the antics from Jim and Chrissy's U2 concert in Lansdale from back in August. The pics are pretty funny and even showcase a crazy woman we'll call Mrs Carb...C. Mrs C. Not relation to the wife of well known Frat Guy Greg Carb...well you know who.