My favorite Christmas movie is Elf, so in the spirit of Christmas I'll post Will Ferrell's short on this here Christmas day. With a poofy calico laying on my ankles & a shitty movie playing on HBO. Enjoy the following funny: The Landlord.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Landlords are Awful!
Living in an apartment has certainly been challenging. So I can totally relate to Will Ferrell's predicament featured in this short video. Those landlords can be total jerks. Totally. And downright intimidating and scary!
My favorite Christmas movie is Elf, so in the spirit of Christmas I'll post Will Ferrell's short on this here Christmas day. With a poofy calico laying on my ankles & a shitty movie playing on HBO. Enjoy the following funny: The Landlord.
My favorite Christmas movie is Elf, so in the spirit of Christmas I'll post Will Ferrell's short on this here Christmas day. With a poofy calico laying on my ankles & a shitty movie playing on HBO. Enjoy the following funny: The Landlord.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Craziest Dream Evar
Keywords, a highly cryptic way of describing the craziest dream I've ever had:
- Time/Space Doppleganger
- Skyway, skyway tunnels, tunnels underneath Minneapolis
- Coffee shop - glass floor, then rug
- Gay + gay friend
- Madonna - La Isla Bonita "when it's time for siesta you can watch them go by" - wow, she knows it!
- Jogging, bicycling thru dwntwn Mpls
- Shower, towel
- Snow, commitment ring - buried in snow in little mound, eskimo - flung ring & took down helicopter that turned into skydiver & then took down more skydivers for fun w/ ring
- Heights, getting sick of so much high up
- Different Company - works for FBI
- Girl gets older - everything starts to go, asked age + 28 HAHA
- Dentist Appt
Monday, December 10, 2007
The Apartment Laundry Phenomenon
Doing laundry here at an apartment complex is highly awkward. Highly.
So I put my load of mostly unmentionables in the dryer, came back to the apartment and set the timer on the microwave. The timer beeped, I grabbed my laundry basket and headed down the hall to the laundry room...only to find my clothes thrown onto the table near the dryers.
While I sheepishly shoved my clothes into my basket, all I could think about were the grubby hands that had the privilege to touch my underwear. Without my freaking permission. Eww to the max, man.
I felt like I was doing the "walk of shame" all the way down the hallway. Hoping the culprit wouldn't see me and take some perverse pleasure in knowing whose underwear s/he just groped. Bah, totally lame.
But in the end I felt triumphant. My 2nd load in the washer finished just as that same dryer came to an end. I had the bad karmatic pleasure of placing their items on the table of shame.
How low I have stooped in such a short amount of time. Not necessarily low for putting their clothes on the table, but low due to the pleasure I took in doing so.
Bwahaha, suck it loony launderers.
So I put my load of mostly unmentionables in the dryer, came back to the apartment and set the timer on the microwave. The timer beeped, I grabbed my laundry basket and headed down the hall to the laundry room...only to find my clothes thrown onto the table near the dryers.
While I sheepishly shoved my clothes into my basket, all I could think about were the grubby hands that had the privilege to touch my underwear. Without my freaking permission. Eww to the max, man.
I felt like I was doing the "walk of shame" all the way down the hallway. Hoping the culprit wouldn't see me and take some perverse pleasure in knowing whose underwear s/he just groped. Bah, totally lame.
But in the end I felt triumphant. My 2nd load in the washer finished just as that same dryer came to an end. I had the bad karmatic pleasure of placing their items on the table of shame.
How low I have stooped in such a short amount of time. Not necessarily low for putting their clothes on the table, but low due to the pleasure I took in doing so.
Bwahaha, suck it loony launderers.
Friday, December 7, 2007
What the Crap Happened?!?
Well a lot, actually. It's funny how self-conscious you get after you haven't blogged for a while. Even though only about 2, possibly 3, people read my tasty slice of Web 2.0 goodness. (Or badness, if you hate blogs as my mom does.) I still feel like I should deliver something amazing for my many months away.
Well I'm here to dash that expectation and get on with it already.
I traveled to D.C. & Orlando during the month of October for work. I've discovered that Orlando Airport + Northwest = Crap. This picture attests to some of what Erin & I suffered at the Northwest terminal:
Notice the dreadful black-garbage bag like stuff taped to the naked cement pillars. And the ceiling, oh wait - there is no freaking ceiling.
The worst part was the options for food. Erin went to get pizza while I waited at the ridiculous bar. It was the type of bar you find outside at resort swimming pools. Limited selection, overpriced, and tiny. But at least at a resort you have the pool. All we had was some no-name pizza place (which Erin said was pretty bad), an icky sandwich shop, and frozen yogurt. Oh joy. However do I choose...at this point the $5 Northwest Snackbox sounds pretty good.
Earlier in the month when I went to D.C. I stayed at a hotel that was posh to the max. Granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and a swiveling 40 inch flat screen HD TV. And they actually had HD channels.
Pardon the Slayer sweatshirt and cute shoes lined up by the table...
I also went to Vegas (for fun), but I won't torture with my pictures from there. At least not today, this blog entry is long enough. Congrats if you made it this far.
I'm back. I think. As long as Erin, Mark, & Jon read this, it's totally worth it.
Well I'm here to dash that expectation and get on with it already.
I traveled to D.C. & Orlando during the month of October for work. I've discovered that Orlando Airport + Northwest = Crap. This picture attests to some of what Erin & I suffered at the Northwest terminal:
Notice the dreadful black-garbage bag like stuff taped to the naked cement pillars. And the ceiling, oh wait - there is no freaking ceiling.
The worst part was the options for food. Erin went to get pizza while I waited at the ridiculous bar. It was the type of bar you find outside at resort swimming pools. Limited selection, overpriced, and tiny. But at least at a resort you have the pool. All we had was some no-name pizza place (which Erin said was pretty bad), an icky sandwich shop, and frozen yogurt. Oh joy. However do I choose...at this point the $5 Northwest Snackbox sounds pretty good.
Earlier in the month when I went to D.C. I stayed at a hotel that was posh to the max. Granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and a swiveling 40 inch flat screen HD TV. And they actually had HD channels.
Pardon the Slayer sweatshirt and cute shoes lined up by the table...
I also went to Vegas (for fun), but I won't torture with my pictures from there. At least not today, this blog entry is long enough. Congrats if you made it this far.
I'm back. I think. As long as Erin, Mark, & Jon read this, it's totally worth it.
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