nike&ebay

if you've ever seen these shirts and ever searched for nike "sport culture" stuff on ebay, then you'll get this:

things to eat in denver when you're hungry

guinness and colorado buffalo sausage. mmmmm, spicy...

soft rock = eternal suffering

soft rock is the most depressing miasma humankind has ever unleashed upon itself. a small sampling of places YOU could be attacked by soft rock:

•the dentist
•the boyfriend couch in most shops in the mall
•the rental car desk in milwaukee after arriving at night, alone, in the freezing cold

unrelateditionally, those saturn ads where they have people saying "that's a saturn?" are freaking perfect, i've done that, like, three or four times in the last month or so. the new look for their fleet is a major step up.

3pic pr3zz ch3xxor pix FTW!

defeat snatched from the jaws of victory

attending a concert the night before the last day of the nike+ challenge proved fatal to mr. thompson's prospects of securing first place in the competition. he found himself in no condition to attempt rebuttal of mr. colburn's heroic, last-minute surge, viewed by many as akin to magglio ordoñez' walk-off home run against the oakland athletics in the final game of this year's ALCS.



mr. thompson and mr. reynolds both graciously conceded defeat in the face of strong celebratory remarks issued from the colburn camp with reference to phallic consumption, familial superiority and implied misgivings regarding mental and physical fortitude.

in related news, all involved parties agreed that mr. whitmire would best serve his own interests by acquiring the necessary tools to participate in forthcoming engagements as quickly as possible. "he needs to stop being a biatch," said mr. colburn. "yeah, word," said mr. thompson. "i'm in hong kong, nerds," said mr. reynolds.

exhaustion

melody got married this past sunday and an absolutely lovely time was had by all. about three quarters of the way through the reception i started to crash hard. i hadn't paid much notice to the level of stress we were operating at up until that point... family functions occuring more-or-less nightly for one week straight can really take it out of a fellow. the party was alcohol-free but i still felt almost hungover at work on monday. hopefully many pics will surface in the coming weeks... it's funny how even though we're all exclusively digital these days, it still takes time to upload and review and edit and enjoy and finally share the images. someone should do a graph comparing the time it takes, on average, to "process" digital photos on your own with how long it took, on average, to get film developed and sorted and into albums and other people's hands. it could look something like this:



but more scientifically robust, with actual historical facts and figures.

in other news, george made an outstanding effort in the nike+ challenge:



which inspired me to push to reclaim the lead tonight:



i almost totally blew it, i'd run about a half a kilometer before i noticed i'd set the wrong distance as my goal and then tried a new route in order to avoid hills but choose very poorly and hit, like, two extra hills. i seriously didn't think i'd pulled it off. dear diary, i ran real fast today, kthxbye.

worst headline ever?

how to feel gay

if you want to feel totally gay, leave work at 5:30, get into the air-ride equipped shuttle that will take you to bart, notice that The Chronicles of Narnia is playing on the flat screen tv in the shuttle and then while stopped at a stoplight, look out the window and behold this:



congratulations, you now feel preeeeetty gay.

how crayons are made

or, were when i was a kid, anyway...

iss friday! an you ain' got shittadew!

y'know the new shuttles i typed of previously? today our fine driver had a michael jackson music video compendium playing; brilliant end to the work week.

on to important things... if you haven't heard of Subtle, you SUCK. just kidding, i'm just messing with you, you're ok... not really. no, man, you're fine! it's cool, no worries man... frickin jerk... nononono, it's all good, just go buy all their records and there won't be any problems...

their music is 80 times better than whatever band you like, except maybe tv on the radio or mf doom or mastodon or prince or beethoven or something. the keyboardist got all messed up in a wreck on tour a while back, but i've seen him at GAMH a couple times, i think at pelican and jamie lidell shows. his wheelchair has, like, hydraulic lifts on it so he can see over the crowd. or probably to get stuff out of cabinets and off shelves...

this song right here has been on repeat in iTunes for 78.5392% of my waking hours this past week. if you love it or, for some strange reason, aren't convinced that they completely rule and you're either mildly clever or familiar with non-secured website directory structures, you can find the rest of the record and formulate your own opinion, but know this: if it is contrary to that stated above, it is entirely incorrect.

quick notes

tourist man to tourist wife while looking at alcatraz, "honey, we just need to go down there, get some tickets and take that tour of san quentin." best of luck with that one...

whilst watching the blue angels practice today, marina girl to marina guy, "i see them before i hear them, but there's no sonic boom..." the good part was listening to him try to explain to her that light travels faster than sound, even if you're flying at subsonic speeds. she also declared "the jet fuel is making those lower clouds all weird," discounting the angle of the sun at this time of day and the fact that those low clouds were actually WAY north and east of our vantage point.

they got posh new shuttles at work, equipped with DVD players and a flat screen at the front. this evening we were treated to 15 minutes from Flightplan. i'd forgotten how lame that movie was.

a friend confessed to an epic revenge manuever last night. upon breaking up with his ex, during the move-out process, he neatly disposed of a few random copies from her until-then complete set of O, The Oprah Magazine. words fail to describe the awesomeness of that subterfuge.

monty halo

betting fool

check out the last of the question of the week responses...

Jet gets OWNED by pitchfork

you have to see for yourself...