Now fermenting...

Porter, Vanilla Porter, Bourbon Vanilla Porter!

It's going to rock... in about 3 months.

NO more voice

Due to the Phillies getting into the NLCS I will not be able to talk this week due to screaming my ass off.

Thank you.

Actually I just felt like typing something here. Classes have been extremely tough as of late thus the complete lack of posts here.

Oh and the summer had something to do with it. Seriously why do people stay in during the summer when they could be outside.

I bought a new bike and have been pedaling just about non stop the last month or so.

Damn my throat hurts.

Yet another vid dump because I don't feel like typing anything... Japanese Goblin Shark!

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

It's been awhile...

Aloha

Philanthropy at it's Finest

Anonymous Philanthropist Donates 200 Human Kidneys To Hospital

Wheat Shortage

I can understand gas prices rising... ok not really but whatever. But wheat? Yup that is exactly what I was told today when I went to pick up a soft pretzel. I was ready to plunk down my 2 quarters for it when the vendor told me the price was now
60 cents due to the price of wheat going up.

Fuck this economy. I used to buy 4 pretzels for a dollar. Now just one costs me 60 cents.

This is Super Fucked Up

White People

and what we like...

I found a site through a site through another site that is named "Stuff that White People Like".
It's a cheeky little blog that made me chuckle until it came to Mos Def. See I have been listening to the man for well over 10 years now and I'm kinda pissed that now all the other white people are going to make it uncool to like him. So I'm going to replace Mos Def on this blogs list with someone I think all white people really like.


Mindy Cohn, Natalie from The Facts of Life

Comm...

I now own a phone with a camera in it. I was getting by with my old dinosaur of a phone for awhile but last week when someone would call me I couldn't hear them. I'll miss the old phone. It had a flashlight that kicked alot of ass and an alarm setting that would wake the dead.

So if you have my phone number send me a photo message so I can see how it works.

March 14th, Steak and BJ Day

I don't know about you all but Valentines Day to me is strictly for the girls. Guys don't need all this chocolate and red things with lace on them. Thats why this year I'm putting my support behind Steak and BJ Day to be held March 14th.

Really the idea is simple all women have to do is buy and cook us a steak and deliver on the BJ. Shopping is next to nil here because you can buy steak anywhere really. As a comparison here is my shopping list for today:
Roses(dozen) Strawberries
Chocolate Hershey hearts Candles
Card and something really nice for dinner
Whipped Cream

That's alot more involved than just going out and buying a steak (and maybe some A1 sauce hint hint). So this year on March 14th I fully expect a really good steak and BJ for what I'm going to have to put up with tonight... namely foreplay. I kid, I kid.

Ahh Snow...

Yes nothing like a fresh layer of the white stuff to make a guy miss Hawai'i. 70 degrees and sunny was a treat while visiting the islands. Korean BBQ, Dole pineapple whip ice cream, bikinis, surfing, bikinis, hiking in the jungle, bikinis, eating taro root, bikinis, ABC stores, oh and bikinis. I'll post up some pics as soon as I take them off the camera.

I'd show a picture of my back but I'm going to let it heal up somewhat. I learned early on that volcanic rock in the ocean can be as sharp as razer blades. While I was making like the big kahuna on my rented surf board I "totally" wiped out. The wave decided to drag me under running my body across the bottom which just happened to be nothing but rock. Yeah that was fun. Nothing like looking around yourself and seeing a nice red cloud building up around you in the water. Honestly at first I didn't feel the cuts and I thought if the blood attracted sharks that would be pretty fucking cool. So I continued to surf as all the locals called me nuts. Besides whats better to clean out a wound than saline solution? I was swimming in the stuff so I figured I was ahead of the game.

After about two hours my back started to kill me and I headed off the beach with tourists pointing at me all the way. I was approached by a lifeguard for first aid so I relented and had him patch me up. I've had it redressed 4 times since and I probably could use stitches but we all know how good a scar can be.

Aloha

I'm off to that island in the Pacific where people surf, eat poi and duck lava. I'm not participating in any of those activities, I'm going swimming with sharks. Then I plan on avoiding pick pockets in the touristy areas while shopping for some lame as gifts to bring home to people.

I'll bring you something if you post a comment in the form of a haiku.

She's Hooked

On Christmas day I did something bad. I gave my lady Mario Party for her Nintendo DS system. My motive was to simply give her a game to play when on lunch break or on a rainy day. What instead has occurred is nothing short of amazing.

She is the top player in the world.

No one anywhere that I can find has come remotely close to what she has achieved on this game. She owns all of the records. In fact she just sent me a picture of her latest high score. The problem is she must have messed up the scanner and now there is no proof that she just set the all time high in stars collected in game. If you look at the blown up picture you can faintly see she scored 48 stars in one game. I never score more than 5.

Sorry babe you may have elite Mario Party skills but your scanning abilities leave much to improve on.

I learned something today...

Only the person leading in a game of Scrabble cares about what the score is at any point during play. Everyone else couldn't care less.

The word "welcome" is worth 80 points on Scrabble if you place it properly as the first word on the board.

"Qi" is a great way to get rid of that pesky Q tile.

oh yeah...

and you and a coworker can sneak in about 4 games of Scrabble during the work day without anyone knowing about it.

I haven't laughed this hard since...

If you didn't already know I really dislike Elmo, the muppet that singlehandedly destroyed Sesame Street. Well take this fucker!

Plasma on Cotton

I led my peewee hockey league in penalty minutes when I was 11 years old.

I still have my blood stained jersey from that season.

I just framed that jersey and hung it in my hallway.

It's odd some of the things I find myself holding onto. This one in particular though makes me wonder why I have held onto it so dearly. I look at it sometimes and wonder if that was the point in my life where I stopped getting picked on and started sticking up for myself. I started not letting those around me to get under my skin and started fighting back, almost to the point where I approached bullydom on my own. I remember playing the games and having parents cheer me on as I bashed other kids into the boards with reckless abandon. That year I was selected third overall in the draft for the league and I felt I had to raise my game to a new level so instead of focusing on playing hockey I instead ended up being a tenacious little punk on the ice.

If I had a kid like me back then on my team now I would have kicked him off a long time ago. But here I am looking at this jersey on the wall and I shake my head why I feel that that is the one jersey that I need to preserve.

I had the really whacked out dream last night...

I was standing in a house where people all around me were in a line. To get away from them I decided to walk upstairs. When I got up there I looked and saw a large woman making what seemed like muffins at an oven. Now I remember saying to myself in the dream that I was staring at a ghost. I looked at her and she looked back and with that I left. I then went back downstairs and realized I was in a funeral home. I started to speak to a gentlemen who stated back to me that it was common for the deceased to reside on the second floor of a building where they lied in state. It allowed them to attend their own funeral but the rule was they had to stay on the second floor.

Weird right?