Friday, April 30, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

Now you can sing along

while pretending you're devouing storm troopers that have strayed too far from base.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Found a bit too late

to help Julie with her talk.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

What are you doing, dog?

You're not even a....



You get a pass because that's just super cute.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Fuck you, bear!

I spent hours on that, and you lumber over and smash it five minutes later!

Fuck you, bear!

You're not even real!

Fuck you, bear!

Just because you don't like the art, doesn't mean you can just destroy it!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

What are you doing, corgi?

You're not a businessman! You don't even have a business plan!

Could it be?

I've been spending this weekend reorganizing and cleaning my apartment up.  This was started by the purchase of a cheap flatpack bookshelf ($30, able to accommodate something like 150 books), which allowed me to move almost all of the books that were piled up off the floor.  I then spent this afternoon rewiring my surround sound system, so that it would actually work correctly (turns out the problem was bad speaker wires). Now I'll be able to watch DVDs and play video games again, something I haven't done since moving in. Yes, I'm lazy.

I felt that the way to celebrate this weekend of accomplishment would be to go out and get one of those death sandwiches they're selling at KFC. I googled up the location of the easiest to reach KFC, and set off on the journey. However, less than a block away from my destination, I saw something that I had believed to be non-existent in Hawaii.

A stand alone Little Caesars.

All of the other ones that I've seen before have been in K-marts.  There are no nearby or convenient K-marts to my house.  I had therefore resigned myself to never getting a Hot'N'Ready again.

I immediately changed plans, and stopped off at this newly created Caesars.  I bought my HNR, plus the crazy bread, only being a little dissappointed that Hawaiian HNRs are mediums instead of larges, and cost $5.50 in any case.  It tastes exactly the same, though, which is really the important part.

I hope that this is a sign that some of the other places I miss from Michigan may show up here in the pacific soon. I can't imagine how someplace like Boston Market wouldn't make a killing here.

Fuck you, trombone player

Fuck your shitty ass instrument, too.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010




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Monday, April 5, 2010

I wish vacations were longer

Cute puppies can still be terrible monsters of teeth and claw, though, so be careful not to get fooled.

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