Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Texas.
Texas. This picture is just Texas.
Forth Worth Stockyards.
Mike paying for parking. Wearing his Kimbo shirt.
D and Rebecca doing their Abbey Road impression.
Yes.
Staring contest, you me go.
Bull run/walk 5k.
Get along little doggies.
It's neck and neck. Or horn and horn.
Me on a bull. 8 seconds.
Texas graffitti. 
More.
Coolest bar in Fort Worth.
Represent the Schnoebelen's.
Texas graffitti. 
More.
Coolest bar in Fort Worth.
Represent the Schnoebelen's.
Wow. Bet this bull didn't think he'd be under a Heineken sign above him.
Jaimie with money. Post UFC betting.
Chuck, Mike, Jerry (with cash), Jamie (also with cash). Pre-UFC fight. Post Gotham city pizzas.
Taggin' it up.
Jaimie with money. Post UFC betting.
Chuck, Mike, Jerry (with cash), Jamie (also with cash). Pre-UFC fight. Post Gotham city pizzas.
Random summer picture from my Dad's. Sister Lauren going in for a landing. Nice one LC.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Movie Review: Smart People
Movie: Smart People
Rating: 6.5 out of 10Overall this movie was pretty good. With the girl from Juno, Dennis Quaid, and SJP, you can't really go wrong. It's like a trio of characters you can't quit watching. Some clever lines in the movie keep the pace going, but it certainly dragged on at times.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Go Cubs Go!
First off. Have to tell of a celebrity run-in. When we landed in ATL on Monday we met Andre 3000 of Outkast in the Airport, he declined a photo-op but he was very polite.
Last night I went to the Cubs/Braves game at Turner Field. Didn't have tickets to the game and left the hotel at 6:10 for a 7pm game. Take the rental car to the Marta Station, ride the train with 1400 hippies en route to see hippie surfer boy Jack Johnson, get off at 5-points Station, walk through an underground circus, take a shuttle that drops us off directly at Turner. Walk 500 feet up a flight of stairs ask the first guy I see if he has any extra tickets. Here is how that conversation went.
Luke: Do you have any extra tickets?
Guy: Are you a Cubs fan?
Luke: Yes, I was born with a Cubs hat on.
Guy: I have 4 free tickets, how many do you need?
Luke: 3
Guy: Here you go. I was waiting to give these to a Cubs fan. Enjoy.
Luke: Money.
Time: 6:54 pm - Walking in the game. BAM!
Last night I went to the Cubs/Braves game at Turner Field. Didn't have tickets to the game and left the hotel at 6:10 for a 7pm game. Take the rental car to the Marta Station, ride the train with 1400 hippies en route to see hippie surfer boy Jack Johnson, get off at 5-points Station, walk through an underground circus, take a shuttle that drops us off directly at Turner. Walk 500 feet up a flight of stairs ask the first guy I see if he has any extra tickets. Here is how that conversation went.
Luke: Do you have any extra tickets?
Guy: Are you a Cubs fan?
Luke: Yes, I was born with a Cubs hat on.
Guy: I have 4 free tickets, how many do you need?
Luke: 3
Guy: Here you go. I was waiting to give these to a Cubs fan. Enjoy.
Luke: Money.
Time: 6:54 pm - Walking in the game. BAM!
Seats are located 7 rows behind Cubs left fielder, Alfonso Soriano #12. See below. I see this as a potential photo op.
I yell, Go Cubbies! Alfonso looks.
I yell MVP. Alfonso agrees.
Nothing like good seats at the ballpark.
Kosuke! Woo woo!
Oh, oh, oooooooh. ooooooh. ooooooh O-O-O.
Kerry Wood's back. Literally.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. And Tomato Juice.
Why is it that when you are on a plane and sitting in coach that you automatically feel cramped? Unless the captain says you can take off your seatbelt and recline 3 inches. Then you are in a world of comfort. By the way, what happened to the phones that used to be in the seats in front of you? Why is it that the only time in my life that I enjoy plain tomato juice is on a plane and why does it feel like I’m doing something bad that feels good by drinking it? People need to start to realize that jamming a ton of stuff in the top half of your carry on does not still mean it will fit in the overhead bin. Here's to you Mr. PocketchangethroughSecurity Guy
Podcast the 3rd is in the works.
Podcast the 3rd is in the works.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Rampage goes on.....Rampage.
If you haven't heard, Rampage did this on Tuesday.
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/mma/07/15/jackson.arrested/
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/mma/07/15/jackson.arrested/
In this.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Days of Schnoebelen (Podcast 2)
The highly anticipated 2nd edition of the Days of Schnoebelen Podcast is available for download (BELOW)
This is going to sound better than 50's accordion.OR
Click the little grey box with the black arrow next to the link to just play the podcast.
It might take a while to buffer, so be patient.
Or just download it, put it on your iPod and look cool.
Please e-mail me at schneby@gmail.com if you'd like to be notified of a new podcast.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Great Article on the Cubs.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=gallo/080620
Feed The Animals is amazing!
Michael Hess Front Yard.
Somewhere in Fort Worth.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Girl Talk, Al Gore, and Mystery lollies.
I haven't anticipated an album like I'm anticipating Girl Talk's new album. I seriously am strung out from the anticipation. Said to sample over 300 songs and with some mysterious viral marketing tactics. I'm convinced. 'Feed the Animals' is going to be amazing. After listening to the mysterious "I" track that leaked and people reversed, sped up and played. I am so excited.
Put your hands up in Detroit! My Dream Ticket.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Planes, Storms, and Hennessey
I was trying to be ahead of the game and arrive early on Sunday night, rested, for my work in Atlanta at 8am on Monday morning. Little did I know the events prior to my arrival would be stories to tell my Grandchildren.
I arrive at MCI airport around 5:15, not too early considering my flight leaves, or was supposed to leave, at 5:55. I hop on the shuttle only to be told by the driver that there is a “storm cell” coming towards Kansas City. I think nothing of it and enter the terminal. I print my boarding pass only to be told there are some “issues” with my plane. I’m thinking my plane has had a long week or something but it turns out it’s a mechanical issue. ETD 7:05. Ok, I have an hour to catch up on emails and what not. I find that the wireless in the Delta terminal is similar to the wireless in an Amish community, not existent. I don’t have one of those fancy wireless cards so I resort to reading my book.
By this point the “storm cell” is omnipresent. Imagine a Bob Ross painting of thick clouds and happy little lightning bolts. We board the plane about 7:25 and it seems like we might just do it! We might take-off! “Crrrrrr. This is the Captain speaking, we are experiencing some severe weather and are going to have to wait patiently on the plane until it gets over our heads. Crrrrr.” I realize that our Captain has just told everyone what they already knew and put the fear of God in us all because now we were sitting in a 25,000 pound tube of metal. Hmmmm. Safe? No. Fun? No. This wasn’t going as planned. About an hour passes and we get word that we are going to find an alternate route to Atlanta, one that doesn’t pass through the “storm cell” that just passed us (Thought: Don’t you fly over the clouds anyways?). So we taxi out to the runway and taxi and taxi. Now at this point the lady next to me has taken 3-4 shots from her mysteriously larger than 3 oz. bottle of Hennessey and the gentleman behind me (pushing 90+) has full stomach belched enough times for me to want to put my hand sanitizer in my hair. So I’m ready to get in the air. Ready to fall fast asleep and be awakened in 30 minutes to enjoy some Canadian Spring Sparkling Water and some Biscoff from the turn of the century.
About 45 minutes goes by of taxing and inconsistent Captain communications and we are set to head out. Just 4 short hours later and the National Weather Service / NFA / ASA / MLB / CBS / NAACP, some acronym group, has cleared us for takeoff.
2 hours go by. Long story longer. There is baby’s crying, breastfeeding, Hennessey shots, and old man belching.
I get to the hotel at 2:37 in the morning. I am just going to forget about today and think about tomorrow, oh wait, it is tomorrow. I decide that a shower before bed would relax my mind. I go and turn on the shower and receive not water, but a dentist suction sound coming from the faucet. I call the front desk,
Receptionist: “Um yeah. I’m sorry sir. The technician has turned off the hot water and is working on the water heater, would you like a wakeup call?”
Me: “Yes. Could you just come pour water on me in 3 hours?”
I arrive at MCI airport around 5:15, not too early considering my flight leaves, or was supposed to leave, at 5:55. I hop on the shuttle only to be told by the driver that there is a “storm cell” coming towards Kansas City. I think nothing of it and enter the terminal. I print my boarding pass only to be told there are some “issues” with my plane. I’m thinking my plane has had a long week or something but it turns out it’s a mechanical issue. ETD 7:05. Ok, I have an hour to catch up on emails and what not. I find that the wireless in the Delta terminal is similar to the wireless in an Amish community, not existent. I don’t have one of those fancy wireless cards so I resort to reading my book.
By this point the “storm cell” is omnipresent. Imagine a Bob Ross painting of thick clouds and happy little lightning bolts. We board the plane about 7:25 and it seems like we might just do it! We might take-off! “Crrrrrr. This is the Captain speaking, we are experiencing some severe weather and are going to have to wait patiently on the plane until it gets over our heads. Crrrrr.” I realize that our Captain has just told everyone what they already knew and put the fear of God in us all because now we were sitting in a 25,000 pound tube of metal. Hmmmm. Safe? No. Fun? No. This wasn’t going as planned. About an hour passes and we get word that we are going to find an alternate route to Atlanta, one that doesn’t pass through the “storm cell” that just passed us (Thought: Don’t you fly over the clouds anyways?). So we taxi out to the runway and taxi and taxi. Now at this point the lady next to me has taken 3-4 shots from her mysteriously larger than 3 oz. bottle of Hennessey and the gentleman behind me (pushing 90+) has full stomach belched enough times for me to want to put my hand sanitizer in my hair. So I’m ready to get in the air. Ready to fall fast asleep and be awakened in 30 minutes to enjoy some Canadian Spring Sparkling Water and some Biscoff from the turn of the century.
About 45 minutes goes by of taxing and inconsistent Captain communications and we are set to head out. Just 4 short hours later and the National Weather Service / NFA / ASA / MLB / CBS / NAACP, some acronym group, has cleared us for takeoff.
2 hours go by. Long story longer. There is baby’s crying, breastfeeding, Hennessey shots, and old man belching.
I get to the hotel at 2:37 in the morning. I am just going to forget about today and think about tomorrow, oh wait, it is tomorrow. I decide that a shower before bed would relax my mind. I go and turn on the shower and receive not water, but a dentist suction sound coming from the faucet. I call the front desk,
Receptionist: “Um yeah. I’m sorry sir. The technician has turned off the hot water and is working on the water heater, would you like a wakeup call?”
Me: “Yes. Could you just come pour water on me in 3 hours?”
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
A message from Barack
Luke --
I'm about to take the stage in St. Paul and announce that we have won the Democratic nomination for President of the United States.
It's been a long journey, and we should all pause to thank Hillary Clinton, who made history in this campaign. Our party and our country are better off because of her.
I want to make sure you understand what's ahead of us. Earlier tonight, John McCain outlined a vision of America that's very different from ours -- a vision that continues the disastrous policies of George W. Bush.
But this is our moment. This is our time. Our time to turn the page on the policies of the past and bring new energy and new ideas to the challenges we face. Our time to offer a new direction for the country we love.
It's going to take hard work, but thanks to you and millions of other donors and volunteers, no one has ever been more prepared for such a challenge.
Thank you for everything you've done to get us here. Let's keep making history.
Barack
Told you Mom.
I'm about to take the stage in St. Paul and announce that we have won the Democratic nomination for President of the United States.
It's been a long journey, and we should all pause to thank Hillary Clinton, who made history in this campaign. Our party and our country are better off because of her.
I want to make sure you understand what's ahead of us. Earlier tonight, John McCain outlined a vision of America that's very different from ours -- a vision that continues the disastrous policies of George W. Bush.
But this is our moment. This is our time. Our time to turn the page on the policies of the past and bring new energy and new ideas to the challenges we face. Our time to offer a new direction for the country we love.
It's going to take hard work, but thanks to you and millions of other donors and volunteers, no one has ever been more prepared for such a challenge.
Thank you for everything you've done to get us here. Let's keep making history.
Barack
Told you Mom.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
DC United.
Nationals game. A flashy 1-0 finish but an incredible stadium.
Our "seats"
In front of Obama's future residence.
Casa blanca.
Monumental.
A great cake.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Fun photos for all!
You think the movie was a blockbuster.......
Curtis can play the accordion.
I abide.
Cans festival '08
So great. Long live the pooch.
Exo.
Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
Mini jaguar.
Mini lambo.
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