Kyle called me with a shirt recommendation and I’m seriously pondering it. For Every Animal I’ll Eat Three was a slogan started by normal omnivores to help counterbalance the supposed moral crusade of vegetarians. This is kind of the “scaled retribution” tactic so popular with Israel but applied to dietary considerations. I do find it nice that it’s available in 4x for the larger man, but wish it were available in the much more thinning black.
Witty T-Shirts of Antiquity
Kyle called me with a shirt recommendation and I’m seriously pondering it. For Every Animal I’ll Eat Three was a slogan started by normal omnivores to help counterbalance the supposed moral crusade of vegetarians. This is kind of the “scaled retribution” tactic so popular with Israel but applied to dietary considerations. I do find it nice that it’s available in 4x for the larger man, but wish it were available in the much more thinning black.
Login Problems
Some folks have had trouble signing in, and I’m not sure what the origin is. If after logging in you’re brought to a page to update your profile, just click on the link next to SuburbanAventure at the top that says “View Site” and you should be able to login. If you still have problems, email me terry.r.robinson@gmail.com. If anyone knows what’s causing this, I’m interested in knowing.
Klondike Derby 2008
This is a bit of a test, but clicking on the picture below should open the album for the 2008 Klondike Derby. Please dick around with it and tell me if you like it.
Zack and Nick were awesome and despite 7 hours eachContinue reading
Stock up on chips, dickweed
I spent today in the bowels of the pilot plant testing shitbag bags when the radio is turned on and because of the shitty weather there’s no fucking signal, except that the commercials come in really well and no one changes the station or touches the fucking antennae so I’m stuck not hearing anything but commercials for 6 hours. I could normally live with this exceptContinue reading
Todd's Facebook page
Todd Warner needs a Facebook page so when I try to find matches for “early baroque” it isn’t just me and this creepy guy named Jason.
Coffee Saga, Part 3
Dun dun dun…. 4:00 AM while lacquering my atlatls, inspiration.
I walked confidently to coffee island, grabbed the 20 oz cup and walk to the gaiye coffee dispenser. I hit the Surpresso Espresso or what ever it’s called button for 4 seconds and release. I walk another 6 feet to the right, and place my cup under the diet Coke dispenser and press the button for 7 seconds. COKE KONA! I saunter to the register and proudly purchase my combo. I didn’t shit for another 7 hours (which is normal for me), I WIN!
Coffee Saga, Part 2
Today I tried not drinking the coffee. I have a train-friend that regularly purchases coffee on the way to the station and I spoke with this friend about providing their cup of coffee. So, I got the AA Kenya with 2 sugars and 2 creams and proudly brought it onto the train. Train stopped at Somerton station, no friend. So I figured I’d just hold the coffee and dump it when I got to Temple.
People start piling in and my arm’s getting tired as I have no real place to put it down. I’m pretty sure the guy next to me starts looking at me funny as I hold this cup of coffee without drinking it and my arm starts shaking as holding out the cup starts getting to me. I think about trying to give it away until realizing that no one would accept a fat stranger’s coffee.
In frustration I start drinking it, remembering why I hate regular coffee, so I’m sitting there downing piping hot coffee contorting my face in pain. I’m the kind of guy guys like me hate sitting next to on the train thinking they’re crazy. I’ve become a monster.
To: Kevin Ott
Kevin,
One of the most delightful comedies of manners Kevin you passed to me was the time the guys from your WPC whipped out a frisbee and asked anyone if they wanted to play “disc”. After hearing that I made a number of jabs concerning playing “sphere” instead of soccer and “parabolic surface of revolution” for football.
Well, I’ve found a product that can disambiguate this disc problem. It’s called a titsbee. I don’t think I’ll be able to use them at camp.
To: Kevin Ott
Kevin,
One of the most delightful comedies of manners Kevin you passed to me was the time the guys from your WPC whipped out a frisbee and asked anyone if they wanted to play “disc”. After hearing that I made a number of jabs concerning playing “sphere” instead of soccer and “parabolic surface of revolution” for football.
Well, I’ve found a product that can disambiguate this disc problem. It’s called a titsbee. I don’t think I’ll be able to use them at camp.