May 19 2008
I have a problem with this…
Microphones have no business being bedazzled with all sorts of fake jewels. Are the artists who use them trying to distract you from their face or their terrible voices?
Maybe both.
May 16 2008
This morning, on my way to work, I got stuck behind a taco truck. You know, this is one of those trucks that drive around town delivering hot, scrumptious, authentic Mexican food, mainly tacos and burritos, to a very loyal crowd of devotees.
I hate following trucks. I usually pull all kinds of illegal and unsafe maneuvers in order to get in front of different trucks. But today, I was mesmerized by the smells coming from this truck, through my air conditioning, and filling my car!! It was a heavenly smell. Fresh, handmade tortillas… mmm… Had we not been on a major thoroughfare, I would have gotten ahead of the truck and flagged it down. I’ve never wanted a breakfast burrito so badly in my entire life!
But for reals, what was I to do? How does one actually go about getting food out of these trucks? Do you just follow them until they stop? Certainly they must stop somewhere.. but where?
It’s a mystery.
May 15 2008
I’ve never played on a football team, but I remember hearing once about about “two-a-days”, where the team would practice twice a day and put in some long, grueling hours. Well, we are into two-a-days with American Idol blogs..
May 14 2008
Ok. First order of business… Mayor Snar from Murray City, UT, what is up with the circa 1923 moustache? Second, way too cheesy product placement with the iPhones getting TXT messages from the judges.
And now to the reviews:
May 13 2008
Today I had the pleasure and opportunity of being stuck like a pin cushion. No, I’m not an addict. (yet)
I have recently been undergoing some -ahem- interesting tests to see what is going on in my digestive system. For four years I have been experiencing some strange and irregular symptoms (which you really don’t want me to detail), so I figured it was finally time to do something about it.
May 12 2008
I read in the paper about a woman that was driving and saw an average, red, octagonal stop sign with a black spray-painted word written below the word “STOP”. The word was “GRAFFITTI”. She used the example to teach her 10 year old son about the concept of irony. Her article went on to talk about some irony in life.
I think we all experience irony in life. Continue reading “Isn’t it Ironic?”
