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(11/18/13 12:00am)
Just in case fans aren't quite satisfied with nine entire seasons of the hit CBS show "How I Met Your Mother," creator Carter Bays has just confirmed the rumors about a spin-off series, "How I Met Your Dad." This new series will follow the same outline as the original, only it will be told from a female perspective. The mother presumably will be talking to her kids, telling them the long and detailed tale of how she met their father. If it's anything like "HIMYM," it will take her approximately eight years to complete.
(11/12/13 12:00am)
It is simply the worst when something has been built up for years, loved dearly, had enough anticipation to invoke nervous fits and screams of excitement - and then suddenly comes crashing down to the ground, destroying all previous expectations and positive emotions. Thank you, "How I Met Your Mother," for ruining everything you used to be. You are the worst thing ever.
(10/14/13 12:00am)
Since the Alma Mater is off the table, Scene Staff suggests some alternatives to turn to after a football loss (just in case).
(09/11/13 12:00am)
The funniest kids on campus are back for another year of comedy shows full of entertaining audience-active performances and improvisation. The Humor Artists are a group of about 12 students who enjoy getting up on stage and having us laugh at them simply because they are downright hilarious. Similar to "Whose Line is it Anyway," the group performs short, on-the-spot skits that usually involve some sort of audience participation. According to the club's vice president Conor Hanney, the group is just like the cast of the hit comedy show only "less funny and with way more 'Flubber' references." The first chance to catch the group's fresh first-of-the-semester performance is tonight at 10 p.m. at Legends. After this week of non-stop work and career fair prep, you owe it to yourself to laugh off all that stress. Always including their name in the title, the group named this week's event "HAts off to HAutumn: The Reckoning." You can never be sure what you'll expect from one of these improv shows, but apparently this is a throwback theme from 2010 when the group "tried to show their respect for the fall season," a "gesture [that] was met with hostility as autumn spit in our faces," according to their Facebook page. When asked what his favorite part of the show is, Hanney said he enjoys watching Alec Vanthournout, the club's co-president. "[ Vanthournout is] super hysterical," Hanney said, "and now he's super fit and agile on account of all the bike riding he did this summer. He does make a disproportionate amount of Revolutionary War jokes, though. Sometimes they're not super relevant to the scene, but they're still positively rib-tickling." In case you already made plans this Thursday to visit a South Bend night club or to finish up some homework, the Humor Artists perform at Legends the first Thursday of every month as well as every Friday before home football games in the Carey Auditorium (located in Hesburgh Library). I highly recommend attending one if not all of their shows; they are all different and somehow always fresh and enjoyable. Are you thinking about how much you would love to get up on a stage and make a hilarious fool of yourself? Great news, the Humor Artists are holding try-outs for the 2013-2014 school year this weekend. On Sept. 15 from 2:00-4:00 p.m. come to the Carey Auditorium for Improv 101. Bring your imagination and sense of humor. If you make the cut, you could become a part of Notre Dame's Club of the Year, according to Student Activities Office (SAO) who, in Hanney's words, "just loves all things 'Flubber.'" If group comedy isn't your thing, come to Legends early and check out some student stand-up. This group of individual performers is hosting a show at 10:00 p.m. called Summertime Schadenfreude. They also perform on the first Thursday of every month, right before the Humor Artists, as well as sporadically in Washington Hall's Black Box Theater. If stand-up is something you are interested in, just email standup@nd.edu to become involved. You may want to beef up that self-confidence before your first show, though, because Hanney's favorite part about watching stand-up is the heckling. "The student comedians feel super disrespected. It's hilarious!" Hanney said. Entrance is free, so come out tonight to watch some of your fellow students make fools of themselves up on stage at Legends. Contact Maddie Daly at mdaly6@nd.edu The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.
(08/25/13 12:00am)
Ah, summertime. That time of year full of hot sun, cold drinks, late nights and little responsibility - well, unless you were one of the many overachieving Notre Dame students with a life-sucking, unpaid, horribly demeaning internship. Then all I have to say is, enjoy syllabus week before the real work starts. We all need a break sometimes. For the rest of us, who spent our days serving tables, nannying children, using cash registers, making coffee runs or lifeguarding at a pool, summer was pretty darn great. No homework, no papers, no tests - just a day full of work and a night full of fun, not to mention weekends crammed with concerts, beach trips, road trips and bonfires. If this sounds at all familiar, congrats! You did summer right. Here's a recap of the hottest trends of summer 2013 to remind you of how much fun you're now missing out on while you start on that 250-page reading assignment.
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One of my least favorite questions, right below "How tall are you?" and "Do you play volleyball?" is the classic awkward-first-encounter question, "So where are you from?" And no, it's not just because I say Chicago, Naperville and Benet Academy like a substantial majority of students here do. The longest I've lived in one place is eight years, and my loyalty to each town is based off of memories, not time. The first five years of my life were spent in Tulsa, Okla., my technical hometown that I can hardly even conjure up a picture of in my head. Besides to see the few remaining family members that never left the cow-infested, tornado-wrecked Southern state, I have no desire to go back to Oklahoma. The closest I get to feeling like a true Oklahoman is wearing my cowboy boots and saying the occasional y'all. Next, my dad's job kicked us out of Tulsa and into Geneva, Ill. for the next three years of our unstable life. My memories of those years include sledding in six-inch deep snow, singing and dancing in the backyard dressed up like Sandy from "Grease." As far as five-year-old kids go, I was pretty happy, even when my dad announced that we would be moving 750 miles south to a place called Alpharetta, Georgia. That stucco brown house at the end of the cul-de-sac in Abbotts Pond, is the place I learned to call home. No, I wasn't born there, I didn't live there the longest and I have no family there, but Georgia is where I grew up. From winning my first tennis match to meeting my best friend to crying the night my mom told us she had cancer, Georgia holds the most memories, good and bad. The seven years I lived there, from first grade to the summer before eighth, were the happiest of my life. And then, one chilly 55-degree day in January while devouring queso and chips at our favorite Mexican restaurant, Cinco, my world fell apart. We were moving again, he said. In August. Back to the cold, expensive, flat and unfriendly state of Illinois. To blame my reaction on 13-year-old angst would be unfair; this was getting ridiculous. I was about to finish my middle school career at Holy Redeemer, had plans to sing in the eighth grade musical and had already paid for the next year's cheerleading uniform. High school was on the horizon, and the boy I had a crush on finally liked me back. I was finally starting to feel at home somewhere, and now I was going to have to start all over again. The move was rough to say the least, but eventually I adjusted and at least stopped hating my new home. Even though I wish we could have stayed in Georgia, I'm glad for each move because it brought me where I am today, and I wouldn't change that for the world. Contact Maddie Daly at mdaly6@nd.edu The views expressed in the Inside Column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.
(11/12/12 12:00am)
Thanksgiving: The one day a year where you can get away with eating literally all day long and doing nothing but sitting around feeling like you're going to explode. Turkey, stuffing, cranberries, sweet potatoes topped with marshmallows, green bean casserole ... Sounds like heaven, right? Wrong. Thanksgiving is an organic-loving vegetarian's nightmare. Watching the toddler-sized bird being baked, fried or browned, then stuffed and pulled apart ... I have to leave the room to keep my breakfast down. It's not even that I feel bad for the turkeys (although baby turkeys are adorable; Google it and see) - I just can't stand the muscle-y, dripping-wet texture and the irrational thought that I will accidentally bite into a bone. Then, there is the preservative-filled "bread" that has been soaking in the bird's bodily fluids for hours, appropriately named stuffing, the cranberries that slide out of the can in perfect cylindrical shape, still ribbed from the can's contours, the browned marshmallows ruining perfectly delicious and healthy sweet potatoes, green bean casserole burying the actual green beans in fried onions, fat and oil ... I think I'll pass. However, it's just awkward to sit there with an empty plate while everyone else stuffs their faces, not to mention it is a huge insult to the cook. So whenever we travel to see family for Thanksgiving, I am forced to fill my plate with a little bit of everything and sit there hiding my scowl, nibbling and moving food around to give the appearance that maybe I had too many snacks during the day and can't eat another bite ... as I suppress my growling stomach. Come to my house for Thanksgiving and I guarantee you will be pleasantly surprised. Not only do I cook half the food myself, but also it is fresh, natural and (partly) meat-free. Of course, my family rolls their eyes at my refusal to participate in the ritualistic eating of the turkey, but I know they secretly love my pumpkin ravioli, butternut squash and walnut risotto, sautéed green beans with bacon (confession time: I am a shameless bacon-loving 'vegetarian') and mashed sweet potatoes dusted with cinnamon sugar. This feast of healthy deliciousness is absolutely as fulfilling as the typical American spread, if not more. So next Thursday as you're slicing your gelatinous "cranberries" and violating your turkey by stuffing it with perfectly cubed bread, you'll wish you were at my table. Now who wants some pumpkin pie?Contact Maddie Daly at mdaly6@nd.edu The views expressed in the Inside Column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.