63 Valley St outsider Ramji _______ hit the bulls-eye when he gifted a Melio Frosted/ Mirror-Finish 20-pc. Flatware Set to Pam Hughes this past Friday afternoon. Featuring Target's legendary tasteful design, the set of knives, forks and spoons promises to breath new life into everyday dining at the Corral. So far, user-satisfaction ratings have identified forks (both salad and dinner) as the head-and-shoulders standout of the collection. The ratings, which include factors such as "luster," "balance" and "pokiness" clearly reveal "quantity" as the most popular quality of the new forks.
Prior to the new acquisition, the fork to knife/spoon ratio was disastrously unbalanced, resulting in the need for plastic fork re-usage, disproportionally frequent dirty-fork washing, and general roommate unrest.
Said longtime resident Josh Flasher, "Listen. Its no secret that cowboys are the most rugged, rough-and-tumble uber-resourceful creatures ever to walk the open prairie-land of the wild wild west, except for maybe indians and Will Smith. MacGyver was a cowboy, for example. They can pretty much do whatever they want, whenever they want. But have you ever tried to eat pasta with a spoon? Let's just say I'm really happy about the new forks."
Jessica expressed approval with a simple yet equally indicative "Ohh! YAAAAAY!"
Only Michelle has refrained from comment on the new forks. "I really like the big new spoons. The handles are nice and strong; really good for digging into frozen dairy products." Links between this comment and the appearance of a fresh carton of Thrifty's Chocolate Malted Crunch ice cream in the freezer remain unconfirmed.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Sun River Day 2
Last night's shindig at the brewery was a success. Black Butte, Mirror Pond and the seasonal Twilight ale were all on tap. The lack of the IPA was depressing but the free beer made up for it. I believe Josh wanted to make back the cost of the trip in beer. I think he did. But clearly the highlight of the night was the cougar, we'll call her Robin, who hit on Paggi. She couldn't stop talking to him. She was a fox. I can't wait to see what happens on the dance floor tonight. I also wowed everyone with my boat racing skills that I haven't shown off since the college days. I still got it. We got back and tested the hot tub at the house. Not quite as hot as we were hoping, but enjoyable regardless.
Today started off with some delicious breakfast burritos. J-Flash, Pag and I headed out on the town with the hopes of using our free coupons to play tennis. After much traversing of the resort we were sent to a place that had absolutely no tennis. We sweet talked the lady into letting us play basketball instead on their indoor court. I don't think we ever missed a shot.
Oh and then Josh and Lilli beat me at trivial pursuit. By only one. And it was like the 70's version. I mean come on.
Next up: Josh learns how to tie his tie. The over under is set at 37 minutes. Hint: Take the over.
Today started off with some delicious breakfast burritos. J-Flash, Pag and I headed out on the town with the hopes of using our free coupons to play tennis. After much traversing of the resort we were sent to a place that had absolutely no tennis. We sweet talked the lady into letting us play basketball instead on their indoor court. I don't think we ever missed a shot.
Oh and then Josh and Lilli beat me at trivial pursuit. By only one. And it was like the 70's version. I mean come on.
Next up: Josh learns how to tie his tie. The over under is set at 37 minutes. Hint: Take the over.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Balut Balut Balut: Fertilized Duck Eggs
Who seriously wants to eat them? Not I. At first it seemed benign enough. It's a hard-boiled duck egg. Ok, I've eaten eggs before, even hard-boiled. I've also had duck. They are both good on their own. But a fertilized duck egg??? That's partially formed?
Nothing like drinking at trivia without a proper supper to have hunger motivate you. Actually, it wasn't even hunger, just curiosity. It looks way worse than it actually is, it does take like a richer, hard-boiled egg. The worst part about it is the crunch.
However, I would not recommend dissecting it. It removes all desire of consumption very, very quickly.
As you can see..... Everything is there. Welcome to Biology 101, enjoy the semester.
Road Trip. Day 1.
Tight. Spent 2 hrs in the car getting from frisco cali to walnut creek. Upon arrival at the creek we received our 2008 Nissan Sentra. It has an auxiliary input. Needless to say it's rad. The trip from Walnut Creek to Sun River was much more enjoyable and speedy. Especially because I was having gay sex the entire way with a bunch of gay studs. It wouldn't have been a road trip without a stop at Le Bell. It's not like we had a choice. Fortunately my chicken burrito supreme didn't cramp me up. Whew. I believe the highlight of the trip though was watching the Ironic video in the car and each of the four of us palyed different Alanises. Another highlight was Josh and I in the front listening to every 90's song invented until 2am. Ok stay tuned for update on day 2. It's looking up since there will be free beer tonight at the Deschutes Brewery.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Labor Day
Labor Day has come and gone once again. It was a much needed respite from the drudgery of work. Returning to the office (the shitter) today was made all the more difficult by this magnificent weekend (because Matt got locked out and I had to prematurely cut off a log to let him back in).
Let's reflect on some highlights:
Killer party
Tight swimming pool
Rockin burgers
Painting kegs
Nice.
Let's reflect on some highlights:
Killer party
Tight swimming pool
Rockin burgers
Painting kegs
Nice.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Live Blog: Part 2
Well, how is this for irony? The day I choose to devote to boundless blogging turns out to be my most action packed day in quite some time. Around 2 I left for the beach, then left from there to go to a Giants game, and made time for a burrito in between! Holy moses!
Maybe if there is a really funny joke on David Letterman I can cram in one more blog about how funny that joke was before this night is over, but aside from that unlikely happenstance, consider this live blog over.
I am sorry to disappoint.
Maybe if there is a really funny joke on David Letterman I can cram in one more blog about how funny that joke was before this night is over, but aside from that unlikely happenstance, consider this live blog over.
I am sorry to disappoint.
Live Blog: Part 1
So I am not sure what constitutes a "live blog", but I am just going to try to put up as many posts as I can today.
I kicked off today, the 28th of August, with a hefty little run. As it had been roughly 5 months since my last attempt, I figured a good test of my metal would be to kick the shit out of that vertical high-rise we so casually refer to as a "hill" in this city. Needless to say, I got to the top, and felt like Pre-Montage Rocky getting to the top of those steps. And when I say "top", I use that term loosely, as there is no actual end to the hill, just a brief leveling off. Once I reached the plateau, I examined my options. I figured a good middle ground between continuing my run or throwing up on myself while passing out was to walk for a little while, then return home.
Estimated run time: 4 minutes.
Estimated run distance: .2 miles
I kicked off today, the 28th of August, with a hefty little run. As it had been roughly 5 months since my last attempt, I figured a good test of my metal would be to kick the shit out of that vertical high-rise we so casually refer to as a "hill" in this city. Needless to say, I got to the top, and felt like Pre-Montage Rocky getting to the top of those steps. And when I say "top", I use that term loosely, as there is no actual end to the hill, just a brief leveling off. Once I reached the plateau, I examined my options. I figured a good middle ground between continuing my run or throwing up on myself while passing out was to walk for a little while, then return home.
Estimated run time: 4 minutes.
Estimated run distance: .2 miles
Monday, August 27, 2007
Re: Lack of Blogging
Recently, Greg called it to all of our attention that there has been a lack of blogging going on. I feel more responsible than most, given I really don't have an excuse not to. My days are pretty full, what with Band of Brothers, downloading 90s music/comic books/fisting porn, but I should be able to make time for the important things in life.
Thankfully, when your life is as trivial as mine, Blogging actually counts as "important". So here it is: my triumphant return to blogdom. And what to discuss, of the myriad of topics floating around in my mind right now? There are just so many current events that demand my discerning, scathing brand of witticism. Or, at least, there probably are. I haven't followed any current event in the last year. The last I heard, Darfur was in need of saving, Iraq was pretty gay, and no one was too excited about our president. I assume all these events are still current, but since I know nothing of any of them, I will move my attention to something I know slightly more about: Vaginas.
I was pretty excited to live with three girls. Not because I had intent of shacking up with them (that would border on incest at this point), but I definitely had intent to shack up with their hot, sexy, totally single friends. Thus far, while the offers have obviously been flying in non-stop, I have yet to capitalize on anything. Perhaps this is because - oh wait - the girls of this house don't have any girl friends!
What the crap?
Who do you guys talk to about boys? Who helps you paint your nails? Who do you have pillow fights and sleepovers with? Everything I know about girls (they are prettier than guys, smell better, and have squishy holes) tells me that you guys are supposed to travel in packs. Just look at mean girls!
But instead, nothing. No Lindsay Lohan, no Rachel McAdams. Well, enough procrastination. Time to find a new way to put off looking for a job. Tight.
Thankfully, when your life is as trivial as mine, Blogging actually counts as "important". So here it is: my triumphant return to blogdom. And what to discuss, of the myriad of topics floating around in my mind right now? There are just so many current events that demand my discerning, scathing brand of witticism. Or, at least, there probably are. I haven't followed any current event in the last year. The last I heard, Darfur was in need of saving, Iraq was pretty gay, and no one was too excited about our president. I assume all these events are still current, but since I know nothing of any of them, I will move my attention to something I know slightly more about: Vaginas.
I was pretty excited to live with three girls. Not because I had intent of shacking up with them (that would border on incest at this point), but I definitely had intent to shack up with their hot, sexy, totally single friends. Thus far, while the offers have obviously been flying in non-stop, I have yet to capitalize on anything. Perhaps this is because - oh wait - the girls of this house don't have any girl friends!
What the crap?
Who do you guys talk to about boys? Who helps you paint your nails? Who do you have pillow fights and sleepovers with? Everything I know about girls (they are prettier than guys, smell better, and have squishy holes) tells me that you guys are supposed to travel in packs. Just look at mean girls!
But instead, nothing. No Lindsay Lohan, no Rachel McAdams. Well, enough procrastination. Time to find a new way to put off looking for a job. Tight.
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