Extremely Eileen

Snorg Tees has the best models. I am definitely in the target audience for these ads.

It's sort of comforting to see clothing ads that actually make sense, as opposed to the stark, bizzaro caricatures you see in traditional fashion magazines.




YUM

Did you know Microsoft produces a Microsoft Office webcomic?



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA



OMG RIGHT ON BROTHER LAWL

Location of these photos: http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=43.653990,+-70.250329&ie=UTF8&t=h&z=16&iwloc=addr


Bad omens from the north. Taken facing Northwest.


Rain. Taken facing Southwest.

I was on the top deck at DeMillo's last friday when it suddenly started pouring like crazy. I took a bunch of pictures that looked good on the camera's LCD, but they all came out under-exposed and gray.

This SLR is really light-hungry. Even in places that seem well lit, the camera complains that there's not enough light and takes a bunch of gray and/or blurry pictures.

It looks like a lot of them are salvageable. Maybe I need to get down with some Photoshop Magic.

Someone finally built a website with user comments that are even more retardo than the ones on Youtube: icanhazcheeseburger.

Those comments should literally have a mr. yuck sticker over them for safety.

Man this was the best weekend ever. Did some boxing at the gym, which is coming along nicely. I am going to start putting my energy into training straight-up MMA and see about getting a fight going.

Capped off the day yesterday shouting down a silly man-hating over-educated girl at Sarah's party. At some point I figured out that she wasn't kidding when she told me I was sexist, racist, and all the rest. After what I'd thought was some pretty good-natured banter. That's one of my pet peeves about this town - a lot of my "peers" have a whole passel of education, but they can't handle talking to someone who disagrees with them.

Also played a bunch of Rock Band and went to the beach today. I didn't really get anything done though; I still need to pay a stack of bills and write that letter to Delta. Also need to get some blog posts I've got floating around in my brain on Sevenbreaths, and get caught up on my jiu jitsu notes.

Oh well. I can get that stuff done over the week.

I'm gonna go play some more Rock Band before I go to bed. Maybe I'll make myself a margarita.

Dear Livejournal:

Today was a good day.

-Bronson

PS: Remember that thing.

Wired had a guide a few months ago on different ways you can tie your sneakers. Most of them are just for style, but I liked the one that's meant to clear the top of your toes for playing hackey sack.

See them all here

Here's a good lookin' two tone pattern:


Here's the hackey sack variant:


Nowadays all I wear is bike shoes or sandals, but if I start wearing sneakers again, I think I'll tie them like this.

Here is your Moist Towelette - a strong napkin-size towelette, moistened with a lemon-scented cleansing lotion.

Cleans and refreshes when soap and water are not available.

Directions: Tear open packet and use. Dries in seconds, leaving skin soft and smooth.


These were comforting words to my bleary eyes this Tuesday night. I found them printed on the back of a small square tab I found in a plastic sleeve, along with the spork and napkin that came with my three-piece leg-and-thigh meal at a popular fried chicken establishment.

I remember this food being such a godsend. My father would come home with it in that bucket, and I knew the sweet, crunchy coleslaw, and the perfectly rendered mashed potatoes and gravy were not far off. And the crunchy, greasy chicken? Delicious!

The people at the restaurant were exceedingly friendly and prompt. I'm used to eating fast food at Subway, where I'm pretty sure employees suffer the same instruments normally reserved for cattle (whip, electric prodding device) in the break room, so as not to alarm the customers. Subway's food might be healthier, but the service is slow and so morose that I've actually started to avoid eating there.

I went around a corner to the dining area of this popular fried chicken eatery, and sat at one of the booths. I got about three bites into my coleslaw (just as awesome as I remember it) when I noticed that hard-to-describe odor that you get when people don't wash themselves properly for more than a day or two, and they sit in one place for a while, leaving behind what I assume to be some kind of puddle, slurry, amalgamate, solution, or sedimentary deposit. That metallic, almost-urine butt-sweat smell. Did you ever go head first on your belly down a slide as a kid? At the playground? I moved to a different table, and the smell wasn't as bad.

The chicken was just as greasy and crunchy as I remember it being, but I have no taste for it anymore. It's too salty and it's alarmingly tender, sloughing off the bones with almost no effort at all. An elderly person could gum this chicken from its bones, were it not for the frialated exoskeleton, easily the most firm part of the entire entree.

There was also a tube of "buttery spread," probably meant for the biscuit, but the biscuit, unadorned, contained probably an entire stick of butter already. I wondered at the kind of person who would want to add more lard to this already sodden confection. At some point, you might as well just put it into a cup and spoon it out, like a milkshake.

On his way out to a smoke break, an employee asked me "how is everything?" I'm telling you, the service at this place was great. I told him good, and sporked mashed potatoes into my waiting maw. These had appeared on my plastic serving tray, plopped neatly in their divider, still spherical, the way ice cream scoops are in cartoons, with a surfeit of gravy cascading down the sides of it. These, also, were as delicious as I remember them.

After I finished, I tried to read a book for a while, but the girl who'd sold me my dinner was busy pushing chairs around on the tiled floor as she cleaned, producing an uneven clatter at intervals just long enough where I'd relax and settle in before she started with the next chair. I got up and made for the door. She beamed at me.

"You can stay and read if you want, it's no problem!" she said. I told her it's okay, and she thanked me and told me to have a good night.

What's up with these salmon AIM bots? anyone know?

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JOKES VIA GRAMMAR