My friend Lynda sent me this story, with the comment that if it happened to her, she would:
1) Require a valium drip for at least 2 months
2) Burn the house to the ground
3) Move to Ireland and worship St. Patrick
I would add 4. Never sleep again.
New Jersey knows when to be afraid.
As I get older, it seems that I start caring less what people think about me. It’s not in the, “dude, I’m so cool, I’m wearing this T-shirt by a band you’ve never heard of,” way, but more in the, “I completely realize I’m going to look like a fool, but my comfort just trumps that.”
The first hump was probably the spandex cycling pants. Sure, you may look cool in a rarefied group of people, but the vast majority of people look at you and chuckle, if you’re lucky. Next came the recumbent bike. Sara inherited my old one, so I’ll write more about the new fancy one later.
Most recently came these sandals, inspired originally by an article in BoingBoing. I inherited annoying foot issues from my Dad (which I will lovingly pass on to Cameron…circle of life baby) including a big toe that kinda wants to point up, and arches that are so high that my footprint is made up of the front of my foot, and then the heel…they aren’t connected.
That guy who auctioned off the chance to drive someone crazy with postcards from Poland has posted the cards he sent. No word on how the mark reacted when s/he found out.
Although every weekend us Bend residents can just go down to Drake Park to watch ‘em go. They appear to all be magic-less though, as everyone just seems to want to beat the crap out of each other. Which I totally get.
Yep, that’s right, this octopus only has six legs. Meet Henry. Hexapus is my new favorite word.
Forget what you learned in elementary school. The key to remembering the names of the planets now?
My Very Exciting Magic Carpet Just Sailed Under Nine Palace Elephants.
No I am not kidding. If you don’t know what all of those stand for (like me), you better check yo’self before you wreck yo’self:
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And yes, I WAS listening to old school hip-hop this morning. Why do you ask?
Portland opens world’s first Vegan strip club.
I’m assuming they’ve got organic beers on tap and Stumptown coffee to sober you up. Surely they have the least scary bouncers in existence. “Umm, hey, could you guys kinda keep it down, mmmKay?”
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