Friday, July 29, 2005
My other car is 24
My friend Kyle just called to tell me he was in traffic behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "My Other Car is 24" (the 24 was in the NASCAR font, meaning Jeff Gordon).
Bumper stickers are great for those times when you think, "Gee, I just spent 18 grand on this car. How can I make it look shitty?"
Of course, I should note that my car in high school was covered in bumper stickers, but that was high school. I also replaced my stick shift knob with a beer tap. This is why they don't let you vote until you're 18.
The only bumper stickers I enjoy are the ones that are unintentionally hilarious, like the aforementioned. Or "My President is Charlton Heston". I saw that one a couple times in MN.
"God Needed A Driver" with a halo and angel wings on the NASCAR #3 is also one of those ridiculous ones I love seeing.
Our keyboardist Aric has one that says "I'm Pro-Accordian and I Vote". I actually do like that one.
I've also been struggling to find the now-classic "Say 'Ya' to Da U.P., Eh?" bumper stickers, to no avail. If I ever find one, I will be forced to buy an El Camino, just to give it proper display.
Bumper stickers are great for those times when you think, "Gee, I just spent 18 grand on this car. How can I make it look shitty?"
Of course, I should note that my car in high school was covered in bumper stickers, but that was high school. I also replaced my stick shift knob with a beer tap. This is why they don't let you vote until you're 18.
The only bumper stickers I enjoy are the ones that are unintentionally hilarious, like the aforementioned. Or "My President is Charlton Heston". I saw that one a couple times in MN.
"God Needed A Driver" with a halo and angel wings on the NASCAR #3 is also one of those ridiculous ones I love seeing.
Our keyboardist Aric has one that says "I'm Pro-Accordian and I Vote". I actually do like that one.
I've also been struggling to find the now-classic "Say 'Ya' to Da U.P., Eh?" bumper stickers, to no avail. If I ever find one, I will be forced to buy an El Camino, just to give it proper display.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Which one of these is a sillier premise for a movie? :
A rogue, cowboy-like outsider butts heads with the best guy in the business in the action-packed world of...uh...air-traffic controllers.
or
A blue-collar trucker bonds with his estranged, bourgeois son by competing in the World Arm-Wrestling Championship?
A rogue, cowboy-like outsider butts heads with the best guy in the business in the action-packed world of...uh...air-traffic controllers.
or
A blue-collar trucker bonds with his estranged, bourgeois son by competing in the World Arm-Wrestling Championship?
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
I saw this in the supermarket last night and I had to take a picture of it. It's a large head of cauliflower, except that it's got broccoli growing unnaturally out of it. It's called "Broccoflower". This disturbs me - not only because they apparently passed on the much more risible title of "Caulifloccoli" - but rather because it seems to be a microcosm of the possible horrors of genetic engineering. This path can only lead to bad things like mutant half-human freaks.
...Or Centaurs. That would be awesome.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Welcome
Welcome to my blog.
God, if that doesn't sound stupid. But I suppose it's necessary.
I feel obliged to write stuff now that I'm officially linked to other people's blogs. A couple days ago I got Megan hooked on this blogging stuff, and she seems to be loving it so far. It's the least I could do after burning her pancakes.
I guarantee I will have interesting things to say for those of you brave enough to keep tuning in. The only thing interesting that has happened to me so far today is that I parked my car next to a van with a bullet hole in the side door this morning. Also, this morning I dreamed that I stole a ridiculously large TV from Best Buy by hooking it onto my trailer hitch, and Best Buy was coming after me despite my remorse and intentions of returning it.
I was in New York recently, and on the flight back I was thinking about how cool it would be if by some freak occurence you could hear the thoughts of the person sitting next to you through those headphones that they give you to plug into your armrest. Like, Channel 9 is the pilot's air-tower chatter, Channel 10 is classical music, Channel 11 is the thoughts of the person sitting next to you. Then I thought what if, after the initial elation of making this discovery, you learn that the person sitting next to you has terribly boring, if not unlistenable thoughts. Would this be more or less disappointing than watching the Cubs lose the NLCS?
God, if that doesn't sound stupid. But I suppose it's necessary.
I feel obliged to write stuff now that I'm officially linked to other people's blogs. A couple days ago I got Megan hooked on this blogging stuff, and she seems to be loving it so far. It's the least I could do after burning her pancakes.
I guarantee I will have interesting things to say for those of you brave enough to keep tuning in. The only thing interesting that has happened to me so far today is that I parked my car next to a van with a bullet hole in the side door this morning. Also, this morning I dreamed that I stole a ridiculously large TV from Best Buy by hooking it onto my trailer hitch, and Best Buy was coming after me despite my remorse and intentions of returning it.
I was in New York recently, and on the flight back I was thinking about how cool it would be if by some freak occurence you could hear the thoughts of the person sitting next to you through those headphones that they give you to plug into your armrest. Like, Channel 9 is the pilot's air-tower chatter, Channel 10 is classical music, Channel 11 is the thoughts of the person sitting next to you. Then I thought what if, after the initial elation of making this discovery, you learn that the person sitting next to you has terribly boring, if not unlistenable thoughts. Would this be more or less disappointing than watching the Cubs lose the NLCS?
