A friend from college posted some pictures recently, including this one of my flag-football team:
We thought of ourselves as this sort of rag-tag, bad news bearish sort of team. In retrospect, we look like babies wearing eye black.
But look how tough the one with the cigarette looks! It was a trend.
(Trivia: The one to my right, making goofy, is now a medical doctor. Who knew?)
I do not care if you like football or live in DC. I have slept on this for too long.
Shepard Fairey's Obama poster has been ripped off alot (which is only fair since he's done it for a living), but the other night I saw my favorite one yet:
I especially like the ridiculously over-the-top image. She is like a vampire, after all. An adorable, well groomed vampire.
There are tons of them:
This Jobs one seems to be fueling the fire it's making fun of:
Easy target:
Not especially creative:
Awesome:
Somebody's getting their anachronism on:
Huh?
Better:
This is a very strange image of McCain:
Is this even McCain? Are people worried about copyright infringement?
Nope what?
Easier target:
Is it just me, or is this caricature more monkeyish than babyish?
He's a pretty good looking man. It's as if the poster made itself, really.
Jenny's blog, which is always awesome, gets interactive!
Plus, the only reason that not working in an office anymore can be a bummer is that I'm late to see things like this.
I'm guessing that this, the third installment of the changing of the shoes, is the most inversely interesting topic of this phlog. That is, I like it and it's not likely that anybody else does. So what! This time I got a little more artsy.
Finally! The return of LOLPunk, this time as a multiple amputee
And Patrick, after recovering from his night of pouting and getting out of a cab because the driver had taken an illegal left turn,
And also finally got to look at pictures from Catie's wedding last month. First Ana was gonna fight her
But they made up.
Later, the girls all pointed at her.
Look at this ragtag bunch of knuckleheads!
Catie's mom was excited about devouring us all.
Last but not least, the picture that wins:
Oh yeah: dudes also dance back-to-back at weddings sometimes.
About five years ago, mired in debt and without the ability to secure even the most undesirable credit card, a Realtor friend of a friend told me I should buy a condo. "You're throwing your money down the toilet," she said of my rent.
I told her that the likelihood of me being approved for a mortgage of the size necessary to buy an apartment in DC was slim to none. She disagreed, and the next week I had been approved for $300k.
At this point I had about $10k in credit card debt, $25k in student loan debt, owed the IRS some money, and had about $200 in the bank.
All this is to say that I'm not especially surprised at the current economic flim-flam. (I was luckily outbid for the apartment I wanted, which is why I am currently not homeless.)
Anyway. Ana sent along this tidbit a couple days ago:
Baja fresh now offers an Aztec chocolate chip cookie. Quetzaqotal would be proud. Que viva la raza!!
Um. It's Quetzalcoatl. BURN
Sister sends along this, showing that Goldfish has already been blog-sposeed two years ago, and in a more convincing manner:
And finally, Junes gets topical:
Looks like the ol' scanner could use a wipe-down.
Finally, Frizzesh Fizzootball continues its two-week destruction streak, despite forgetting to fix the fact that one of its best players had face surgery.
October has been a busy month, what with the Depression upon us, and politicians serving themselves up on platters for comedians, and a new flavor of Goldfish being released: GOLDFISH XTREME FLAVOR BLASTED MONSTROUS MOZZARELLA STICK.
Eight-word review: Tastes like mozzarella sticks, and is sufficiently extreme.
The other thing about Goldfish is that you can go to their website, where you can play Goldfish-related games (Goldfish like to play basketball) with Finn (the mascot). My question: has anyone ever played these games? Is Goldfish worried that their delicious baked snack crackers are not enough, and as a result they're hedging their bets with some virtual games?
Last week we had a poker night at Matt's house (you'll remember him from Vegas this summer, a trip that we just recently decided to continue in perpetuity--particularly the part about him turning 30), and even though the odds were even for everybody starting out, he looked pretty dejected to start.
Maybe it was the fact that his hat wasn't made of gold
nor did it light up
Regardless, they have some quality can-insulators over at his house.
In other news Anne gave me this pin, which I agree with.
My master plan, which includes understanding at least part of the rules, is working. Watch out, Smooth Criminalz.
