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Tim and Eric

Monday, February 26th, 2007

For the record, The Tim and Eric Awesome Show is one of the greatest things to hit Adult Swim since Venture Bros.

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Sometimes You Just Don’t Know the Answer

Wednesday, February 21st, 2007

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Its 9/08 all Day, Today. Drop ‘em.

Friday, September 8th, 2006

Let me be the first to say:

Its 9/08

Happy Pants Off Day

Because I’m Bored

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

Is it lunch yet? I forgot about this time last year at work. With a little more than a week left here, I’ve pretty much finished my work. There’s no time to start anything new, so what do I do? I basically go over what I’ve done and try to improve it…every day. I wish I could just space out or kill hours at a time online, but I’d feel too guilty. I managed to listen to two audio books — Harry Potter, Books 5 and 6 — and I’m about to move on to the H2G2 series, or maybe the BBC radio episodes. I’ve been on a comedy binge this week. Lewis Black, Dane Cook and my newest favorite, Daniel Tosh. I heard him a while back, guest hosting Loveline. The guy is hilarious, so I found his album True Stories I Made Up.

The Detroit Pistons verses the Pacers, the big brawl. If you could promise me that every game would end like that, I would be a season ticket holder in a heartbeat. “Are you serious? I’m gonna have to fight at the end of the game? Lets go, sounds awesome.”

This is actually just the beginning of a very long post I wrote out of boredom, but since I know the attention span of most readers is 10 seconds, I’ll break it up.

Camping ‘06 - “Tube it, or Boob it”

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006

I’ve got some studying to do, but first, a recap from camping:

Woke up late on Friday, so we left at around 2 rather than noon. Packing was a nightmare. I managed to fit 3 people and myself, all our luggage, food, water, beer, equipment, etc into one Honda Accord. Basically everyone was surrounded by equipment and the trunk had every cubic inch used. We also had to leave things behind, as well as forget things because of the hectic packing.

We got there — with a small detour because I didn’t print directions and went by what I remembered — around 4. The sites were very nice. We set up camp within an hour, started a fire and were drinking by 5. No one brought any cards or games, so we just talked the whole night. We went around naming everyone’s 10 favorite TV shows. We might have talked 20 minutes about Are You Afraid of the Dark? Everyone had a favorite episode to talk about.

Saturday we were woken up by a truck a few campsites down, blasting Kid Rock at 8:30 in the morning. I finally woke up at 9, giving up. We cooked a huge breakfast: french toast, hashbrowns, sausage and eggs. At 1 we headed for the river for our tubing trip. It was really fun, but I have a horrible sunburn on my stomach from it. We were passing this huge group who had stopped to watch some of them climb a tree about 20 ft up and plunge into the river. I looked at one and mentioned that he looked like my cousin, Scott. I quietly said his name, to see if he’d look. Chrissy thought it was too soft, so she screamed “SCOTT!” and sure enough he looked around and saw me. I rarely even see this guy around the holidays, so to meet him randomly on the river was crazy.

None of the girls were tempted enough to flash anyone for a free beer (we ran out an hour into the ride), but Chrissy freaked out when one of the guys egging her on was later discovered to be a father residing in her new school district.

We got back to camp and decided to take a shower, however when I returned I found out that Chrissy and I were the only ones to take a shower, the other two went back to the site and passed out. We all took a nap before the rest of the group arrived.

We started another fire and began to cook dinner: I grilled up the steaks and set the cooking fire (yes, we had two fires), while Brian assisted Lauren with the potatoes and dutch oven apple crisp. The seven of us sat around the fire being ridiculous until we passed out.

The next day before packing up, I decided we needed to get rid of as much food as possible. We had hashbrowns, hotdogs, fruitsnacks, beer and oreos. Packing was a pain, but not a nightmare. We managed to fit most of the stuff in the trunk.

As our tradition holds, we stopped at Birch Run for lunch at Tony’s. If you have never heard of Tony’s, they serve everything HUGE. Omelettes are 6 eggs, BLTs have a pound of bacon and sundaes — as Araz discovered — are a half gallon of ice cream. No one leaves without a take-out box. As we were leaving (take-out boxes in hand) someone spotted a HS teacher and a few talked with her.

After Tony’s the weather suddenly became really terrible. We decided not to get on the road and to go shopping at the outlet mall. We spent a few hours there and everybody bought something (I got a nice watch from Fossil). We got back on the road after the storm and were back at my house within 90 minutes.

Everyone had a great time. There’s a few things that need to change for next year, but I think the trip will grow each summer.

So Close, I Can Taste It

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006

You can tell its the end of summer when my procrastination levels rise while meaningless objectives are not only created, but met.  Still have an essay to write for the work scholarship.  Still have a final in 6 hours that I’ve done very little studying for.  However, I did sign up at CultSpace.com to form The Congregation of Pants Off Time, because you know how important that is.

I have one more thing to get out of the way before real work: the weekend recap…

A Bobism LiveBlogging

Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

3:40 PM
Bob start knocking on his desk.  It was loud enough to be annoyed with right away.

3:40:30 PM
Hasn’t stoped knocking yet, I stopped what I was doing to start counting.  He must of already knocked about 60 times.  The beat is just a constant knock, no change up, at about 120 BPM possibly faster.

3:42 PM
It appears he’s done.  He finished out with a little flare.  It resembled the “Shave and a Haircut” rhythm for a finishing touch.

3:43 PM
Spoke too soon, he just brought the tempo down to about 2 BPM.

3:50 PM
Well I think he’s finally finished with his drum solo.  Its been just over a minute since the last knock.  He did, however, decide to let out a nice, audible “Beautiful! Just gorgeous!” It was loud enough to travel about a 3 cubicle radius.