December 2010
16 posts
Pleased To Meat You
Over the holidays I stumbled across my laser-engraved beef jerky business cards, which had inexplicably been stashed in my underwear drawer. They’re still awesome.
Backstory here for you newbies.
I told my family I was learning to cook, so my Christmas had a culinary theme.
My mother has declared that the book called ’wichcraft, which is exclusively about sandwiches (duh) is far too advanced for me. Sad thing is she’s probably right.
Bonus points to my sister for the Cut Resistant Glove, which is made out of synthetic armor and allows me to make ridiculous Michael Jackson...
Professional Wrapper
I’ve always been quite transparent about my greatest shortcomings: my shoes are perpetually coming untied and I can’t figure out Saran Wrap. Today, in the spirit of the holiday season and all of the presents that will be doled out this morning, I’d like to come clean about a third flaw.
My gift-wrapping skills haven’t improved since I left the first grade. And it...
Letting My Hair Down
There’s a site called ChristWire that mocks super-conservative Christians. They did this writeup on determining if a man may actually be secretly gay.
This bit made me laugh hysterically:
11) Sassy, sarcastic and ironic around his friends A man who is secretly engaged in homosexual activity with others may exhibit feminine qualities when they get together in a group. In a sense, he has...
An Unexpected Package
Every year around the holidays our office gets inundated with random shit. Most people would call these “gifts”, but between the countless suspicious-looking fruit cakes, startup knickknacks, and generic greetings cards, I’ve gotten a little jaded.
But today, I got something that rekindled my holiday spirit. Someone has listened to my cries for more undergarments (I already...
“It’s a friggin static magnet. You put that thing on and move around just a little bit and you’ll feel like you’re Thor.” — Woot Reviewer
Thor? I’m sold.
The Westwood Turtle
Found this while going through some old photos and it jogged my memory.
If you attended UCLA in late 2007, you may vaguely recall having seen the poster above. I made it, then slapped it on a dozen lampposts around Westwood.
Yes, there was actually a turtle. And yes, there’s a decent chance we contributed to its untimely demise, though we did everything we could think of to stop that...
A Very Hoffy Christmas
Back in college, a few friends and I used to always play David Hasselhoff’s Christmas album to celebrate the holiday season. We thought it was goofy. I’m sure a few thousand college guys across the country do the same thing every year and think they’re being clever.
But we grew older, the jokes wore thin, and the album was forgotten amidst the thousands of other MP3s on my...
