The World Series of Darts on ESPN.
Any sporting event that requires multiple obnoxious loud men with accents as commentators to give it any level of excitement is doomed from the start.
I just watched about 20 minutes of this travesty while attending to some computer shtuff, and honestly, it's 20 minutes my ears will never get back. Poor things.
29 July 2006
26 July 2006
25 July 2006
Dear Trotsky,
We regret to inform you that the position you were interviewing for has now been filled. As such, we will no longer need to see you on Wednesday at 1:30.
Thank you for your time and best of luck in your job search.
Regards,
Corporate Douche
Thank you for your time and best of luck in your job search.
Regards,
Corporate Douche
22 July 2006
Oh boy. Ow.
So I'm hideously out of shape these days. Well, I'm a shape, but not inshape.
So I played semi-competitive tennis this morning for the first time in about 7 months (we kept score, everyone wanted to win). I played for 2 1/2 hours, lots of huffing anf puffing.
Then, after about an hour rest and clean up, I was on my feet for the next six hours working at my friend's store.
So I'm now slathered in Icy Hot. It covers roughly 1/3 of my body. Burn, baby, burn!
I think I'm going to go to sleep before 10 o'clock for the first time since I was in 9th grade. It's gonna be so rough tomorrow.
So I played semi-competitive tennis this morning for the first time in about 7 months (we kept score, everyone wanted to win). I played for 2 1/2 hours, lots of huffing anf puffing.
Then, after about an hour rest and clean up, I was on my feet for the next six hours working at my friend's store.
So I'm now slathered in Icy Hot. It covers roughly 1/3 of my body. Burn, baby, burn!
I think I'm going to go to sleep before 10 o'clock for the first time since I was in 9th grade. It's gonna be so rough tomorrow.
21 July 2006
an online photo horror story? I dunno.
My chum cum boss and I have a client out in the woods of NE Pennsylvania. The client's offices are nestled among the remains of a resort community. This particular community serviced the garment worker's union back in the day, but it's gone to seed. It is now the creepiest place I've ever been. And I've been given a guided tour! (Second is the basement of my aunt's old house. )
Anyhow - since we first visited, ST and I have been fascinated by the joint, by all the run down cabins, the beautiful theater that's been neglected for so long that the deer have made homes inside. There was a set of bungalows that were restored (really, beautifully restored) for the original administrative offices of our client, but once they downsized they were abandoned, and they're just as bad as the rest now.
So we think this place would be a fantastic place for a horror flick. And we started talking about our killer, that he/she's be a garment worker who died in a sweatshop, or some child laborer who died under the horrible working conditions of the late 1800s/early 1900s. Or just some crazy whack job, I dunno. Your ideas are as good as ours.
We dubbed her, The Seamstress. A name which conjured up dozens of lousy catch phrases and witty ways of dispatching oversexed teenagers and others...
To get a brief idea of how the place looks, head on over to My Photoset on Flickr and check out the pics from the last time we were there. I hope to get there in the evening some time soon, and I'll take some night shots.
I don't know what exactly to do with all these, but I thought it'd be fun to PhotoShop some of our friends getting gutted at various locales, and write some witty situations or dialogue to go with them. Of course, if you were all closer, I'd just put you in the car and drive out there to faux kill ya.
So do with these pics what you will. I will try and post more as I get out there again, and I think might be posting some as well.
All comments and caption ideas are welcome. Don't ask me why I took so many pictures of the vending machine. I don't know.
Anyhow - since we first visited, ST and I have been fascinated by the joint, by all the run down cabins, the beautiful theater that's been neglected for so long that the deer have made homes inside. There was a set of bungalows that were restored (really, beautifully restored) for the original administrative offices of our client, but once they downsized they were abandoned, and they're just as bad as the rest now.
So we think this place would be a fantastic place for a horror flick. And we started talking about our killer, that he/she's be a garment worker who died in a sweatshop, or some child laborer who died under the horrible working conditions of the late 1800s/early 1900s. Or just some crazy whack job, I dunno. Your ideas are as good as ours.
We dubbed her, The Seamstress. A name which conjured up dozens of lousy catch phrases and witty ways of dispatching oversexed teenagers and others...
To get a brief idea of how the place looks, head on over to My Photoset on Flickr and check out the pics from the last time we were there. I hope to get there in the evening some time soon, and I'll take some night shots.
I don't know what exactly to do with all these, but I thought it'd be fun to PhotoShop some of our friends getting gutted at various locales, and write some witty situations or dialogue to go with them. Of course, if you were all closer, I'd just put you in the car and drive out there to faux kill ya.
So do with these pics what you will. I will try and post more as I get out there again, and I think
All comments and caption ideas are welcome. Don't ask me why I took so many pictures of the vending machine. I don't know.
the dangers of listening to your friends...
At least once every couple of months, someone makes some kind of suggestion about some facet of my being that I initially laugh off, then take to heart and try out. These things usually end in failure.
For instance, a month ago a friend of mine said, "I mean, you're cute and all, but you should definitely grow a goatee. You'd be way cute with a goatee." (This is a paraphrased version of the conversation, and no, this isn't a teenage girl.)
So time passed, and I decided to give it a whirl, so I haven't shaved in a week or so, and this morning I shaved off all but the valuable goatee bits.
I'd like to get a ruling here, but I think it looks like I just gave Fudgie the Whale a rim job.
Remember Fudgie - you said you'd call me...
For instance, a month ago a friend of mine said, "I mean, you're cute and all, but you should definitely grow a goatee. You'd be way cute with a goatee." (This is a paraphrased version of the conversation, and no, this isn't a teenage girl.)
So time passed, and I decided to give it a whirl, so I haven't shaved in a week or so, and this morning I shaved off all but the valuable goatee bits.
I'd like to get a ruling here, but I think it looks like I just gave Fudgie the Whale a rim job.
Remember Fudgie - you said you'd call me...
what I love about being up too late.
Flipping around channels, and seeing the following description for a television program:
"In the future, the only remaining human kickboxer must stop his rampaging cyborg counterpart."
WHA?
"In the future, the only remaining human kickboxer must stop his rampaging cyborg counterpart."
WHA?
18 July 2006
English doesn't provide us with words.
To describe the the joy that these links will bring to geeks everywhere. Perhaps that's why the Swiss are responsible.
the first treat.
this is more recent.
the first treat.
this is more recent.
11 July 2006
Holy Crap - it's OmniWeb!
Thanks to TUAW, I have a new browser.
SUPER FAST!!!
And instead of tabbed browsing, this browser opens a "Drawer" on the left hand side of the viewing pane (which is cool for me on account of my widescreen monitor) with screenshots of the tabbed page (or a list). How cool is that?
SUPER FAST!!!
And instead of tabbed browsing, this browser opens a "Drawer" on the left hand side of the viewing pane (which is cool for me on account of my widescreen monitor) with screenshots of the tabbed page (or a list). How cool is that?
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