Somethin' in the oven...

Why is it that anytime you try and cook something, everyone in the vicinity has to peek in the oven to see what the hell it is you are tryin' to schmack on? Seriously, I was trying to cook a pizza at a party Saturday night and 5-6 people in a 5 minute period all came up to me telling me the pizza was done. Interesting, no? How would you know if the pizza was done, unless you were peeking your snoopin' ass face all up in there?

You know, it actually might have been done by the time you looked, had everyone at the party not opened the damn thing and LET ALL THE HEAT OUT.

Anyway, the pizza was delicious and hit the spot as was planned. Just wondering...anyone else out there suffer from the same phenomenon?

Dora the Explorah

Today Dora explores the life of a bum in the Mission. Doesn't look like she minds it too much, actually. Found at 22nd and S. Van Ness.

"Back to School" Theme Party Tonight

I'm gonna try and pull my best Zack Siler and see if I can't scope out a sweet little Laney Boggs tonight.


She's All That: Freddie Prinze Jr as Zack Siler

In all actuality, I'm hoping the party ends up being exactly like the graduation party from "Can't Hardly Wait". Poolhouse included.


Who's coming as Special "K"?

Friday's "Best"

Been quite some time since I threw down a 'real' Friday's "Best". Luckily for you, I was able to scour the Internet to come fresh with some "good shit".

This first one should really have an entire blog dedicated to it, since so many of you out there can barely get your "their", "there" and "they're" placed in the right context. For you guys, I'm not entirely sure what to do. Maybe, pick up a cyber pistol and chew it? For those of you that have those down, see how many of these you routinely get wrong.

24 Things You Might Be Saying Wrong, from your friends over at Reader's Digest who have been making some of the best "me time" reading material for nearly a century. Some highlights:

You might say: Mano a mano

You might mean: Man-to-man

Why: You don't speak Spanish by adding vowels to the end of English words, as a columnist describing father–teenage son relationships seemed to think when he wrote, "Don't expect long, mano a mano talks." Mano a mano (literally, "hand to hand") originated with bullfighting and usually refers to a knock-down, drag-out direct confrontation.

You might say: Less

You might mean: Fewer

Why: In general, use fewer when you're specifying a number of countable things ("200 words or fewer"); reserve less for a mass ("less than half"). So when you're composing a tweet, do it in 140
characters or fewer, not less.

You never mean: Hone in

You always mean: Home in

Why: Like homing pigeons, we can be single-minded about finding our way to a point: "Scientists are homing in on the causes of cancer." Hone means "to sharpen": "The rookie spent the last three seasons honing his skills in the minor leagues." But it's easy to mishear m's and n's, which is probably what happened to the Virginia senator who said, "We've got to hone in on cost containment." If you're unsure, say "zero in" instead.

Got you thinking at least, right? Right.

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This next one scares me just a little too much, too actually NOT try. If anyone knows me at all, they for sure know that my favorite food in the entire world is a sandwich (absolutely no pickles). But this? This takes it a bit too far...

via BetweentheBread

Yup. THE CANDWICH.

What's that? A pop top? Yup. But wait...In addition to the pre-packaged, infinite-shelf-life-having "meal" there's a...TOY SURPRISE INSIDE??? Believe it. AWESOME! I sure hope it doesn't mess with my delicious BBQ "chicken". Strike one for the sandwich world...

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This one actually might have some value, though the choices for the designs are a bit questionable. By way of Periqueblend via Richard Smith's Dollar ReDe$ign Project.I can't really get behind Obama being on the $1 Bill, simply because he is still alive, and also because having him as President is such a contentious topic in our culture, it could actually hinder a project like this from even getting off the ground. The Native American tribes on the $5? I don't know...again, pretty contentious. I do like the idea of the Bill of Rights though on the $10. Anyway, check out the site and think about what might be possible. The actual structural redesign makes a ton of sense.

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Finally. I wanted to bring you the really, really, creepy trailer for "That Facebook Movie," The Social Network.

Radiohead's "Creep" in the background, sang by what sounds like an all girls choir? Heeby-Jeebies for sure. Anyway, don't go quitting Facebook now, especially since that is how most of you guys find out I'm even alive and writing this blog.

*Yeah, that link about Facebook trying to trademark "face" and "book" is ACTUALLY 100% real.

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Anyway, it's Friday. Peace!

The hottest Halloween Costume this year. Bet?

via TIME News Feed

Seriously. If thing is real, God help us all. There will be no room to move at this year's Halloween Parties - though you could make one hell of an Ice Luge with that thing.

*Note: I hope you all clicked on that Ice Luge link and noticed that it was from the UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN MEDICAL SCHOOL. Best believe I'm checking credentials of the next Doctor I get stuck with at Kaiser.

Here's a fun one...

We all remember Gross-Eater-Guy...he's the guy at the office that strolls in with a bag of McDonald's packed to the brim nearly everyday. Thinking he couldn't out do himself, I was proven wrong, yet again. On my way out to LUNCH today, I walked by his desk and literally took the wind out of myself with my reaction to what was before me.

Now, aside from the fact that this is simply a disgusting mess of a workstation, I want you to look carefully and play a little game of Photohunt - except instead of trying to find the missing shoe or the missing eye on the dog next to the naked ladies - I want you to find the TWO bags of McDonald's and the can of soda (likely his 5th or 6th of the day). Also of note, though you can't see them, there are several "Mini Candy" Wrappers tucked in the right corner as well. Yu-CKY.

The truly amazing thing however? I took this picture while he was - get this - on his LUNCH BREAK!

The fog is back. But before it left last week, we got this sweet video.

SF Timelapse from 1 on Vimeo.

I hope you guys are getting the sense that I really like The City and Time-Lapse videos, as I'm making it pretty evident. Music by Ratatat.

Back to it.

It's been almost a week! I would have been back to it Monday or Tuesday, but my Internet was down. Anyway, I'm back and so is the blog.

This past weekend as I noted in the previous blog was the Russian River Beer Revival and BBQ Cookoff. And just like the previous three years, #4 did not disappoint.
If you are on my Facebook page, you can check out a whole slew of pictures, but for your enjoyment, I'll select some of them and give a little back story on 'em.

This is the host brewery. If you ever find yourself on the Russian River near Guerneville, swing by and say what's up. You won't be disappointed.

This guy goes by "Bear". He owns the place next to the house we stayed at this year for my birthday weekend up at the River. One of the most rad/interesting characters I've met in my life. At one point I swam at to his boat and he remembered me from the "group with all the beer cans". Sums it up about right.

This is a picture of me with the People's Choice Winner. This guy cooked some of the best ribs I've ever tasted in my life. No doubt. It was the first thing I ate when I walked in, and absolutely nothing at the entire fest could come close. It was also something worth noting that the best beer I tasted was also the first thing I drank of the day, Bear Republic's, "NorCal Ale" - absolutely fantastic. Not to say that the other stuff available didn't get the job done. Eventually however, the beerfest had to end. The sun came out just as they opened the gates, the river was warm for the necessary "swims", and the people were awesoem and friendly - just like always. Fortunately, it's only 360 days 'til RRBF 2K11.

This picture pretty much sums up the entire weekend. Plus, you can peep just a bit of my dream woman in the background. Awesome.

Russian River Beer Revival and BBQ Cookoff!

My favorite weekend of the year is finally here! Russian River Beer Revival and BBQ Cookoff. $55 all you can drink, all you can eat...and with the river right there, all you can swim. The fact this events sells out every year at least 2 months in advance is a testament to its sheer awesomeness. 

Tack on a Hayward Street Party with my family, tomorrow off work, and camping with my best friends of over 10 years...? Shit, getting a little misty eyed just thinking about it. I'm so excites I actually blogged this through my iPhone at work. Sorry for the lack of photos. I'll have a follow up blog with pictures of all the action when I get back.

Like I said, the event is completely sold out, but you can still check out the website via Google, or check out Yelp!

God Willin'...

The new Ray Lamontagne album "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise" is amazing.

Starts off hard and fast and then smooths it out for the long ride. Somehow I lucked out and got a digital download from amazon yesterday for $2.99 for the whole album! Today it looks like it's back up to $7.99 for the CD and $10.99 for the download (?). Backwards if you ask me, but still worth it.

I went to the gym with expectations of the album being a little more upbeat than his previous records, "Trouble" and "'Til the Sun Turns Black," however after the first track, you get right back to the familiar crooning of Lamontagne's notoriety. This isn't to say I wasn't disappointed. I actually had an awesome workout , fueled by the intensity of the lyrics and the passion with which the Pariah Dogs play their music. Notable tracks include the heavily metaphor laden Repo Man, the powerful story told in Like Rock & Roll and Radio, and the finale track Devil's in the Jukebox, which focuses heavily on two of my favorite instruments: the harmonica and the pedal steel guitar. It also picks the pace back up for a nice little outro that leaves you thinking about the rest of the stories you just heard

While the album is on the folk/country tip that most people don't exactly list as their "go-to" music, I think anyone heading out on a decent road trip to 'wherever' would be hard pressed to find a better album that speaks to the exact reasons they're trying to get away from whatever it is they're getting away from.

The other thing that's awesome about this album? The whole thing was self-produced by Lamontagne, recorded in his home in Western Massachusetts, and completed in a matter of two weeks. The instrumentation makes it sound like you are at your own private show, something all those folks who dropped loot at Outside Lands last weekend, should really enjoy.

Check this out...

This is a link to my amazing friend Allison's blog. http://allisonhorst.blogspot.com/

Yup, Al. I'm totally putting you on blast. Anyway, she is a ridiculous artist and I thought some of you might be interested in checking out her stuff. All of her sketches and paintings are dope, so feel free to follow her blog, get in contact with her, and buy her stuff. She's getting her PhD right now, too. Oh yeah, she also might be a genius.

Here is some stuff that I absolutely stole from her site without asking:




So... she may have quit early on this one, but dude, that's COLORED PENCIL. I couldn't even color within the lines through high school, let alone get down on something like this. As I said, check it out, follow, like, whatever. You won't be disappointed.

Young Folks

I know this song came out half a decade ago, but I honestly never listened to the lyrics. Anyway, it come up on my Pandora today, so I clicked on the little lyrics tab, and was pretty impressed with what it was actually saying. Even better? I found this awesome YouTube video that's completely weird and cartoony.

You and Your Johnson

I'll let you take it from here...

Found over at gq.com

Really?

If any of you have tried this, you know it tastes like cold, watered-down piss (don't ask how I have a knowledge of comparison).

Regardless, if you look behind the billboard, you'll notice that the there appears to be something that has been missing from our wonderful 7x7 - BLUE SKIES and SUNSHINE! Yup. Got home from work and immediately slapped on the running shoes in order to take advantage of the first clear weekday I've seen in a good while. Especially, since I only had about an hour or two before the fog crawled past Sutro and rejoined the Mission.

As you can see from this beautiful, in no way inferior, iPhone photo the fog was already coming in strong. As a result, I chose to take my run straight down Folsom, past the crack-alleys, and right on down to the Embarcadero. Thankfully, I wasn't left disappointed when I got there.

The view out to the East Bay was crystal clear, and the sun was still shining on me at the 4 mile turn around mark I had established mid-way through the run.

Rather than head back the same way, however, I took the opportunity to throw in a little bit of a workout and elected to run up California Street. Now, if you're unfamiliar with California Street, it is one of the most iconic streets in SF. The second most popular cable car runs right up it, and from what my watch told me, you gain 993 ft from the base at Montgomery to the top at Grace Cathedral (wildly inaccurate, but it fooled my Garmin, right?). All in less than half a mile. While the picture doesn't do the steepness factor justice, it's still a nice little memento of what you just accomplished.

In fact, if you click on the picture to make it a little bigger, you can see that I'm about even with the top of the Bay Bridge. This would put me at a much more realistic 250 ft elevation gain. Anyway, after this I pretty much wound my way through Nob Hill, The Tendernob, onto Van Ness and back to Shotwell, where, as it turns out, another one of my roommates is moving out. If you're looking for a room, in an awesome house in San Francisco, check it out here.

Or just creep on my house. Your choice.

OBEY

The Greatest Deal in Town (any town)

I consider myself to be a pretty thrifty guy (skipping Christmas/Birthday gifts when I can) - but choosing to splurge on certain big ticket items when I feel the need. However, there is one indisputable fact of cheapness out there. The HANDS DOWN cheapskatiest meal on the planet is the Costco Hot Dog and Soda (w/refill) Combo for a buck fitty! Literally $1.50. And the best part is, it's been the same for the last 25 years! When the CEO was asked what it would mean if that ever changed, he replied:

"That I'm dead. It's amazing how creative we have been to figure out ways to
keep the price down. It was a Sinai hot dog, and now it's a Kirkland Signature hot dog. It's actually 4.4 ounces, so it's slightly bigger than a quarter pound now. It's a drink and a free refill on the drink for a buck fifty. We used to sell the soda in a can, and we put in soda machines, which took the price down. We improved the cost of the condiments, we've purchased better on buns and things like that. It's the same quality hot dog, all beef, the best ingredients that you can imagine. I know it sounds crazy making a big deal about a hot dog, but we spend a lot of time on it."

Costco CEO for President 2012? I'm game. He said "buck fifty". I'm sold.

*I'm pretty sure someone in that pic is ordering 5 hot dogs... (via SF Citizen).

Seriously though, I remember the dreaded trips to Costco of my youth when I used to feign a sore back just so I didn't have to spend hours in there having my achilles crushed by 350,000 Asian shoppers who drive a cart worse than their Honda Civics. Beyond the cartilage damage though, I distinctly remember Costco having the most awesome deal on a meal in the world.

Not only that, but I remember how much crap people would walk out of there with. Today was an example. I wanted to pickup toothpaste, salmon, and peanut butter - all relatively expensive stuff that are relatively cheap when purchased in bulk. But of course, IT'S effin' COSTCO! Naturally, I walked out of there with what I "needed" plus:

• A new pair of Calvin Klein Corduroy Pants
• A 16pk of AA Batteries (actually needed AAA)
• An 80 pack of fruit snacks (the wrong kind)
• A 3 pack of 500/box Qtips (actually needed these too)
• A tub of Pub Mix
• A bag of grilled barbecue (redundant, no?) Pork Jerky
• and, a "Pleasure Pack"

Wishful thinking? Maybe. Actually, most of these will probably expire if I don't get off this damn blog and get out more.

Anyway, what should have been less than a $45 trip to Costco turned out to be $125. I hear many people have the same problem at Target. That's cool and all, but Target shoppers don't get to have an exclusive membership where they can hang out with celebrities like Jimmy Kimmel.

Hmmmm

I'm not entirely sure why the video below decided to be HUGE and mess up my whole layout. However, the fact that it's pretty awesome means that it's going to stay. Luckily for you, that means I'm going to post something else here that will hopefully push it down far enough that it doesn't mess with everything else - I know how all of you (19) followers love seeing yourselves on here. Don't lie...

Anyway, I thought this was a pretty sweet video of some 'new' style (to me) dancing battles. Apparently the 'new shits' on the scene are "Flexing" and "Turf Dancing". I let you see for yourself.

FLEXING vs TURF DANCING - GET WET Ent. presents N.Y. vs BAY powered by YAKfilms, San Francisco from Yoram Savion of YAKfilms on Vimeo.

I really like the DDT in the middle of the dance. Just don't try it at home. Lest, your best friend ends up paralyzed. Minute 1:35 is pretty epic.

Apparently I'm not the only one pissed...

Looks like I'm not the only getting fed up with all the whining about the weather in The City this Summer.

Just published today: Top 10 Responses to San Francisco Residents Who Bitch About Cold Summer Weather.


A few of my favorites (read: the only good ones)

10. "Put on a sweater."

8. "If you're trying to get me to quote Mark Twain, I would sooner punch you in the face."

7. "I hear it's sunny in Livermore!"

​5. "I won't listen to you until you remove those sunglasses."


via SF Weekly.

Taiwanese Interpretation of Jersey Shore

Better than the actual show? Maybe. Perhaps we'll just agree to call it a draw...



I'm just sad that it's so true. Even though I have no idea what was said - except "Snooki" and "Obama" - there's really no reason to watch the rest of the season...but, just in case, I better keep the series recording on the DVR.

Found over at Periqueblend via tv.gawker.com

It's cold in SF. Yeah. I get it. Now quit bitching.

Is it possible to go ONE day without someone bitching about how cold this SF Summer is? I mean, can we? I doubt it. In case you haven't noticed, the sun doesn't come out in June or July in San Francisco. If you've lived here at all in your life, you should already know that. And for all of you out there who think you are super intellectual by 'quoting' Mark Twain's famous line, "The coldest Winter I ever spent was a Summer in San Francisco...", guess what? THERE IS NO EVIDENCE THAT HE EVER SAID THAT. Now, he came close. But it looks as though some edits were done to make it into a better story...hmm, sounds familiar to another character often 'quoted' (read: Jesus).

Anyway, "Our Summer" comes in late August, September and sometimes even lingers into October. So stop bitching. For reals. I know that this July went down as the coldest in the last 39 years. However, if you look at all the rankings (and cheat and go to the comments section) you'll see that of the coldest 45 years recorded, only 5 have taken place in the last three decades. Besides, 30 minutes in any direction on a map will almost always get you into some warmer weather and actually might make you appreciate exactly what it is you love about The City.

Sadly, a lot of people in San Francisco can be defined as the transient young and don't have many chances at a decent summer here - since they are often jumping from one opportunity to the next. We ain't our parents' generation, after all. Nope. No loyalty in our blood. And to those folks, I say "good riddance". Put in your time and you may just see that when it's warm and clear, there truly is no better place in the world to live. It really makes you appreciate the awesome days when we might creep into the mid-high 70s. Just pray you aren't a lazy piece of shit, hungover, or out of town those days. Until then, put on your jacket, grab a blanket and shut up. Be glad that you don't have to shovel your drive way in the Winter and run your air conditioning full blast in the Summer.

Here's your weather this week:

Wed
Aug 11
Partly Cloudy
High 57°
Low 51°


Thu
Aug 12
Partly Cloudy
High 60°
Low 54°


Fri
Aug 13
AM Clouds / PM Sun
High 60°
Low 53°


Sat
Aug 14
Sunny
High 60°
Low 54°

And if you made it this far, enjoy the attached YouTube video. It's pretty much all about a tourist's experience with a Summer in SF. Doesn't look like they had such a horrible time...

Now I love me some Chicken McNuggets, but...?

Seriously? This chick goes apeshit when she realizes she can't get any Nugs since it's technically breakfast time when she rolls on up to the drive through window. I know we've all been pissed to miss the cutoff either way, but this is taking it to an entirely different level.

Her reasoning to the cops? No joke. "I was drunk". She got 30 days in jail. Somethin' ain't right here. Maybe there is some creedence to the rumor that Chicken McNuggets actually have crack in them.

Friday's Best (no quotes)

Simply put, GQ.com made my week. Apparently there is some huge music festival up in Montreal called the Osheaga Music Festival that takes place every year and rivals Outside Lands in SF for quantity and quality of music. Sadly however, the quality of good looking hipster girls in SF fails to compare to what this photographer was able to track down last weekend.

Face paint? Sure. If you look like this and rock it properly, I'll give you a pass. If you're just a mess and trying to distract me from your numerous other flaws...that's another story.

The Baywatch look on a couple of non-fake boobed attention seekers? Yes. Please.

And this girl? I mean, she is working the librarian/hot teacher thing to a "T", and she looks like a young Demi Moore, no? Plus, everyone knows I like short hair, so she's a gamer all around.

-Above photos taken by Gordon von Steiner. See the whole set over at GQ.com's Street Style Blog.

***Note: Now, I live in The Mission - what most of SF considers to be "Hipster-Central," a trendy area with a bunch of unique little shops and about 4,000 little hole-in-the-wall places to eat. But you already knew that, right? Right.

The issue with my location though is the fact that I'm just far enough away from Dolores Park that I end up missing the masses of these hipster girls where I can pick out the worthwhile few. I live off 24th Street, where the hipster vibe merges with the down-trodden plump, or the crazy skinny coked out girls over at Pop's who are desperately trying to fit in and seem only to be alienating themselves even more. I'm all for the hipster vibe. Some of the most real, genuine people I have ever met have considered themselves to be labeled as a "hipster". That's because no one goes out calling themselves a hipster - less they automatically lose street cred and said title.

Needless to say, if I need a break, I might be heading back east to see what else Canada has to offer. Aside from maple syrup and hockey.

McDonald's has hot sauce? For breakfast?

Who knew? Well, apparently, "Gross-Eater-Guy" at the office knew...a little too well.

Sorry for the weird effect on the picture, but if you can't make out the words, it says "Hot Picante". And, why yes, that IS a butter packet right next to it. Foul.

But that isn't the worst part! Now don't get me wrong, I love me some McDonald's in the mo'nin, but this guy took it to a whole new level this morning. In addition to this gem sitting out on the counter, I noticed some other interesting things with minimal investigation. Just a minute earlier, I had seen him walk by with a bag, and knowing the eating habits of "Gross-Eater-Guy" (he arguably hasn't tasted a vegetable in a good 20 years) I took a look in the fridge to see if perhaps this was not all he brought...and, WHATYA KNOW!


A little for "later". Most likely ghost within the hour.

Gross. I mean, the amount of Mac-D's I slammed down this past weekend was disgusting to say the least, but I was in Vegas and not looking to sit down while "Flo" took her sweet ass time. I was looking to have my Sausage McMuffin on the fly, wash it down with a Coors Light a mere 10 feet from the craps table, and get back to the roller-derby taking place in the middle of the street.


But I digress...

Could this get much worse? I mean he does have a Pepsi One in his hand at all times, but hey, maybe we'll give him the benefit of the doubt, right? Maybe it was something for breakfast and lunch. OH. WAIT. Wait a tick...

Yup.

TWO already destroyed items! Now, I start work at 6:30am. "Gross-Eater-Guy" usually strolls in about 7:15am - for a 7:00am start time - and has somehow - on the car ride to work - already housed two items from the McDonald's breakfast menu, has ANOTHER item waiting next to the microwave, and ANOTHER (at least one) item in the fridge!

I'm not even mad, that's amazing. I have to bow down. The fact that this guy is still kickin' has to be a medical modern marvel (I love alliterations) in and of itself. I sure hope he's not rockin' a donor sticker on his driver's license, because, let's be honest, none of those organs are functionally viable as they are right now, let alone when he finally kicks the bucket and heads on up to the big Mac-D's in the sky.

Proof.

Most people don't believe something without at least some form of "proof". I know I usually don't, especially because you all lie about the lamest shit on the daily. So here's my proof that I ran the SF Half Marathon.

Seriously, there is no debating that this is 100% authentic "proof". I mean, it clearly states at least that much. Courtesy of the Marathonfoto. Not sure if I'm going to get sued for copyright infringement or not, but I imagine since this blog is worthless (in the monetary sense - Clearly, it's entertainment value is priceless) I shouldn't have anything to worry about. In fact, I'm pretty sure the biggest concern I have right now is finding out what was going on in my head that made me decide to throw up the "shaka" while running past the photographer. To give myself a little credit, this was less than a quarter mile from the finish and I was in a pretty heated sprint...but still. I mean, I knew I wasn't going to go with the "thumbs up" or the lame-o standard "peace" sign:

I mean, what was I really gonna go with? The "rock on"?

Of course not. This is sadly overplayed and far too often used - whether the thumb is tucked in or not makes no difference, so don't fool yourself into thinking it does. I was thinking of perhaps doing a classic fist pump but looking back I now noticed what I should have done the entire time.

Yup. JAZZ HANDS. Effin' JAZZ HANDS. Next time, race. Next time...

Anyway, I also stumbled upon a little something else when I was looking for the results of the half-marathon. It turns out that djtennessee over at Exercising While Intoxicated took the race to whole new levels. Rather than settling for the easy game of sloshball that we all enjoy partaking in every now and then This guy chose to undertake a much more noble challenge and made his mission to try and drink 13 beers in 13 miles while (somewhat) running the first half of the SF Marathon. Check out the site for his recollection - or lack thereof - and photos.

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*Note: This guy was actually shut down from Blogspot and had to transfer to Wordpress for some of his earliest antics - like plotting out all the liquor stores along the Bay to Breakers route the year stuff got "really crazy." I wonder if they'll do it to me now too. Who am I kidding, no one cares what the hell I'm up to on my 15 follower blog (16 including me, suckas!). But just in case, all photos not of me stolen directly from marathonfoto were taken from good ol', 100% reliable, never made up by anyone, and clearly accurate wikipedia.

(Note#2: I just tried to link to a Wikipedia page explaining sloshball and NOTHING came up. If you want to undertake something awesome, go to wikipedia and post a wiki page on the awesomeness that is sloshball. I would, but I spend way too much of my precious time writing this damn blog for you guy not to read).

This is LITERALLY ridiculous.

Do you guys have friends or know people who ALWAYS start their conversations with the same...exact...word/phrase? I sure do. There are the people who end EVERY statement with, "...ya know what I mean?" as if we are actually supposed to really know what they mean, when we have no clue. Or those that start every sentence with, "Seriously though..." or "When you actually think about it.." or "Well..." or "I don't know..." or...

I think you get my point.

This one has to take the cake though, especially because this chick (literally) has no idea what she is saying.


(Found via Daisy, via Jezebel).

This is one of those videos that you kinda loathe right at the beginning, but then that smile creeps across your face about half way through, and then by the end you're just angry. It's also fun to listen to the em-PHASIS she (sometimes) puts on the "T" in the middle of the word. Fortunately for her, she is good looking and rather famous. Otherwise she would probably just be another girl who is "good from far" but "far from good". Instead, she has her own show on Bravo that no one watches.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

After a nice little hiatus (I hope you all didn't quit on me) I'm finally back to my routine. After Vegas this past weekend, and the ensuing ~12 hour drive home, I was more than a little exhausted Sunday and yesterday, so forgive me for not catching up with all of you a little sooner.

In an effort to "save" some money (read: flight money = gambling money), we decided to make the drive - and in all reality, it wasn't that bad. There was a lot of drinking, gambling, light hearted and witty banter, unnecessary (read: hilarious) arguments, and all around shenanigans that make Vegas exactly what you hear about.

To sum it up succinctly, Vegas was...well, Vegas. And the Old Town Vegas vibe made it that much more ridiculously enjoyable. From the smoke withered dealers to the old man gambling fiends, there is just so much to take in - especially second hand smoke that will burn your eyes and throat, leaving you blind and hoarse the next morning/week.

(Note: When I googled Old Town Vegas, I found this image. It's actually pretty hilarious because the guy in the picture actually looks A LOT like the bachelor from this weekend - minus the glasses.)

I think we may have set the record for McDonald's meals purchased by one group of guys during one weekend in Old Town Vegas. Something that, while an accomplishment of physical and mental toughness, is not something to necessarily be proud of.

I wish I could tell you some more stories, but you really would have had to have been there in order to understand them and actually enjoy them. To sum it up, I had a great weekend with one of my best college buddies, and met some other really solid guys. I was even able to finagle my way into a late night plane flight to get to the wedding this weekend. Oh yeah, and swimming with sharks was cool, too (read: scary as all hell).