I don't get a chance to watch too much T.V. so when I do, I choose wisely.
Upper Pine
Lower Pine
Kyle and I have a weekly tradition of having lunch here. All are welcome to join. 1:00 p.m. on Wednesday.
Late, as usual
Tomato mozzarella for me
California club for him
Weekly tradition of my own
Delicious
It's not even December, let's cool it on the Christmas shit
Pike
20% off at Bed Bath and Beyond. Booya!
Poof is hella legit
Fuck you Halo, this is the best game ever
Definitely their favorite part of the day
Headed to Goods to meet Cody and Eric.
We ended up just skating dog park cause that's all we ever do
Cody was bummed there was no flat bar
I really wish I could have gotten this slam on film...
"If I land this, I'm better than both of you"
Went to Cody and Eric's place
Eric said he wanted a photo for his annual Christmas card
Cody's to-do list
Cody's art
Cody's Rad Racer Impressioin
Cody's X-Man impression
I was hungry and asked Eric if he wanted to get food. He had a pretty legit sandwich at home and (understandably) wanted to eat it but did agree to come keep my company. That was tight.
Heeellz yeah
I'm not positive Eric had ever had tea before. He was really confused by all of his choices and had to ask for the opinion of the waiter. He finally decided on oolong and was pretty hyped.
Small veggie, no onion
Bye, Eric
Holla
Hi-Top reading my mind
I fucking hate this shit but it helps when your nose be runnin'
When you go to check out the brilliant new Coen Brothers film make sure and get to the theaters a couple minutes early to check out "The Twenty." This week you'll get a first look at the amazing new National Guard x 3 Doors Down music video. It's like 200 + years of American history jam packed into a three minute high octane rock song. Kinda makes me wish I wouldn't have already signed up for the Marines.
Anyone who knows anyone who knows anything about something is probably pretty aware that Carne Asada is God's gift to the flour tortilla. And while everyone has their favorite taco truck (and/or favorite half-brother who doubles as a Mexican chef) sometimes making a little effort and tying on the apron is the only way to insure you're getting laid tonight.
Three minutes of pleading, four teardrops and a plate for two of Carne Asada and you got yourself a surefire way to spice up any Tuesday night.
And if you need the recipe for Carne Asada, here you go.
Now even though I'm not the biggest sports fan, I've always wanted to sit courtside at a Sonics game, and last night I finally got to. And with the exception of the dude behind me who would yell, "hey Ginobili, yoooouuu SUCK!" every time he was on our side of the court, it was awesome. What was the best part, you ask? The free cookies in the courtside lounge, of course.
The Last Time I Go to the Metropolitan Market After 2am.
I woke up this morning with a hangover and a $125 bottle of red wine vinegar in my arms. Slowly, remembering my motivations in purchasing such an extravagance, I came to the realization that "enough is enough," looked in the mirror and vowed to quit drinking. That was of course until I googled the famous vinegar:
Grown on the hills of Modena, Trebbiano grapes are perfect for making quality balsamic vinegar. This traditional balsamic is taken from Modena grape must. After being boiled over an open flame, the must is placed in wooden casks, filtered, and transformed into balsamic vinegar. These casks are stored in a vinegar loft (acataia) – where for over twenty-five years, the balsamic vinegar matures.
With its ingredients, time, and expertise, balsamic vinegars of this quality are extremely hard to find.
As long lasting champions of worker's rights, we've been supporting the WGA writers strike by not blogging. Some have called it pure laziness but we maintain it's the least we can do for our brothers and sisters with the ballpoint pens.
I mentioned this dude before and he immediately stopped blogging. I'm pretty sure he could tell someone was talking about him. Anyway, he's back at it and I suggest you all try to keep up with him. Just to spark your interest, here is a poem he wrote...
You are my guilty pleasure.
im a fuckin bird
i watch you masterbate
from trees
i watch you laughing at your own jokes
from the sky
i watch you cry when youre sad
from your window
i watch you eat candy and watch tv
while i am stuck out side eating little dry pieces of old bread
Every once in a great while I find myself involved in a heated online debate over the durability and friction resistance of the newest mice to hit the computer market. Gamers, of course, quickly point to the Razer as the gold standard of which all computer peripherals should be judged, while diehard "mice-ies" are quick to flaunt their blind support and patronage to the Logitech MX1000 (yes, I know... despite it's dated design and lack of OSX support). What complicates things ever further is the decision to go wireless (and have to deal with the heavy annoyance of batteries) or stick with the wire (and just worry about your computer thinking you're too "clingy"). Chuckles McGee weighed on this controversial matter over at engadget.
Oh boo-hoo, hassle of batteries. Yeah, I have to put my MX Laser on the charging stand for 30 minutes every 3 days under normal use-that's like, 12 inches man. Maybe, maybe, you still want an elite gaming wired mouse if you're some extreme precision gamer, but my semi-old school wireless mouse beats the pants off of any standard wired optical mouse any day. Add in the part that I take my tablet everywhere- the ease of having instant on mouse access with my internal Bluetooth as soon as I'm back in my room really rules out any desire to have to fuse with mouse wires everyday.
I guess the point of this blog is this: we are all going to have different opinions. It's complicated. What I think is important, however, is that all sides participate in the discussion. Get involved. Because if you don't, one day you just might wake up to find that the democrats and other far left thinking groups like PETA have made it illegal to use mice at all.
This video alone would have had me laughing but someone taking the time to edit in fake subtitles to what it sounds like they're saying in english had me in tears.
LARRY David - who never wanted to say from year to year whether he was going to keep doing his eccentric HBO comedy - is suddenly talking about doing "Curb Your Enthusiasm" for two, maybe three, more years.
Let's just pray he's gonna bring back Leon and the Blacks.
Living and working on Capitol Hill, I have seen my share of crackheads. In fact, just yesterday a lovely crackhead couple came into Goods. They're a part of our neighborhood, just like Dicks or Top Pot, and you get used to seeing them in your dumpster or alley way. That said, in the 9 months since moving from the safety of Queen Anne, I have never eeeeever seen anything that comes close to this.
For most people, the best part of turning the clock back an hour is the extra sleep. For me, it would have to be serving drunk people hennessy for an extra hour at Yo, Son! Here are a few of the highlights from my extra hour at work tonight:
The drunk people ordering drinks and then realizing they had already spent all their money
The drunk girl who told me she hated all the asian people who came to Yo, Son (she was embarrassed when I told her I was 1/4 Korean).
The drunk girl who started to cry (seriously) and scream "You're so mean!" when I wouldn't give her my only bar towel.
Of course having to hear Soulja Boy 1 more time.
I for one am all for keeping Yo, Son! open an extra hour every week. Who's with me?
