BTW -just in case anyone is interested... here's the intro to "The Legend of Da Blob'
Once there was a group of Psi Upsilon Omega men sitting around watching a television with the sound turned off. Despite accusations to the contrary, we did to know how to work the volume control. We sometimes amused ourselves by following the lead of Woody Allen, re: What’s Up Tiger Lily creating our own dialogue to accompany a bad movie. On this occasion we were watching "The Blob" starring Steve McQueen. Of course the dialogue degenerated into a discussion of what body parts we would each be recycled into once the Blob decided to evolve such things. There was an immediate consensus as to who would become the Blob’s prick, that would be Craig “Scum-of-the-Earth” Meritz, who was undoubtedly the biggest prick in the House if not the entire campus. One of them set me up with the line," What organ would the Blob make with him (pointing at me) if it should engulfed him?" Passing up the obvious punch line, involving regurgitation, I replied "Obviously I would become the Blob's asshole, for even a Blob would recognize an asshole when it engulfed one ." I brought the house down. There were brothers so overcome with laughter that they were shedding tears. Thereafter I was known as "Da Blob's Asshole". Since polysyllabic titles were unfashionable, I soon was addressed as" Da Blob" or" Da Asshole"( as I would answer to both it mattered not to me which form of the honorific was used.) Anyway, as it is with nicknanes this one stuck, although the variation ‘Blobbie’ was common
I was not responsible for what happened afterwards although I would have to plead the fifth if the matter was brought to trial. My brand of humor was that of self-effacement, my philosophy being that if I were the butt of my own jokes I would not have to suffer as a butt of other people's jokes. It was a self-defense based on" beating him to the punch line" or "getting in the first punch line". It was a defense that worked for me, as it works for most clowns. I had a talent for putting my foot in my mouth up to the knee and finding myself surrounded by people laughing. Not knowing what idiotic thing I had just said, I would quickly join in the laughter, to hide my ignorance, taking credit for humor that I did not consciously create.( I will swear to this day that I did not know that girl at the party was a lesbian). If you will bear with me I will provide some examples.
Although my career as a clown contributed to my reputation; it was my ability to drink a 12-ounce beer in 1.7 to2.2 seconds (table to table), that caused me to become somewhat of a local legend . I had to finance my drinking by indulging in chugging contests, and in the four years I competed I was never beaten, (although I was tied on three occasions). I was invited to a lot of parties. I was the designated icebreaker, because I got drunk faster than almost all the other guests and indulged in idiotic behavior sooner than the other party-goers. It allowed the other guests to loosen up, because they couldn't possibly embarrass themselves to the degree that I had.
It was during this time that the graffiti started appearing. On bathroom walls around the campus particularly in the bathrooms of various bars the mysterious epigram, "Da Blob Was Here" began appearing. Much in the way that "Kilroy Was Here" appeared in unusual places in Europe after World War II. I, of course, was quite pleased with my notoriety until I became aware of the vandalism and graffiti involved with the epigram the "Da Blob Was Here". Apparently, at least two from the University of Chicago became involved in a competition to gain access to places where they did not belong and would document their unauthorized presence with the epigram "Da Blob Was Here". I had nothing to do with it! Really! I would occasionally get pictures of the epigram scrawled on virgin surfaces such as monuments, ceilings, or walls I really never knew who the vandals were. However, one has to have more than grudging admiration for their abilities (like “How did they get up there to write that?). I don't know how far they got ( well, at least Rugo, made to the top of Mount Everest) or who else they enlisted in their contest, but I was in a bathroom in Dallas TX a few years back, and there, in front of my face, was what appeared to be a recently -etched rendition of "Da Blob Was Here".
