Heartfelt tribute to the end of Minnesota’s mustaches.
*I teared up a bit on Cal Clutterbuck’s.
Stirring. You Movember dudes should enjoy these heroic men’s mustaches.
The paulewogblog
This is a silly little blog by Paul King
Heartfelt tribute to the end of Minnesota’s mustaches.
*I teared up a bit on Cal Clutterbuck’s.
Stirring. You Movember dudes should enjoy these heroic men’s mustaches.
In response to this.
Take note that this At&T subscriber (who was kind enough to send me this screen cap) called us idiots, Chris. Idiots!
Shut up this means something
I pulled the trigger and bought tickets yesterday. Every day you people (you people?!) make me laugh. I’m in awe of your collective talent, creativity, and goodwill. And I’m so excited to meet you all I can hardly stand it.
:)
YAY ROOMMATE!
Phoenix - Lizstomania / One time too many - A Take Away Show
This is fantastic. And I’m so jealous of the idiots (i.e. several people ignoring them entirely) sitting right there not realizing how cool it is that Phoenix is playing a private show for them.
Wherein we learn exactly how many people know how to use Google Wave.
I seriously LOL’d at this because I was excited for google wave and then when I got it I realized no one was using it.
Including me. Ever.
About three weeks ago, some asshat tried walking into our living room at 3am. He didn’t count on me being awake and
coding on the couchpracticing my martial artistry, and I ran him off with a manly yell. It was a bit unnerving, but I figured it was one of our neighbors coming home drunk and stumbling into the wrong apartment. This is unlikely for a bunch of reasons, but mostly because there are only two apartments on our floor and one of them is vacant. Whatever the case, we started double checking the locks every night and continued our glamorous lives at Dinobrain Manor.Fast-forward to tonight. It’s 3am and I’m pacing around in my bedroom trying to solve a design problem when I hear someone in our kitchen. Like the man of action I am, I run to the kitchen shouting, “MIKE THERE’S A MOTHERFUCKER IN OUR FUCKING KITCHEN, WAKE THE SHIT UP I’M GETTING THE BAT!” I couldn’t find the bat. Then I had to give Mike a sitrep (like on Battlestar) and he had to put on pants. By this time, the perp (like on COPS) had fled.
Thing is, the entirety of the bottom floor is covered by cameras, and we have a doorman watching them, so we figure the perp is on tape. Mike and I head downstairs to get the lowdown from our surveillance team (the doorman, like on Fraiser) but, no one has come into the building by any entrance for a couple hours. Which means, some shithead in our building tried to sneak into Dinobrain Manor and
have his way with Mikesteal my sweet new camera, and there’s not a damn thing we can do about it.So, if you need me, I’ll be patrolling our stairwell with a Louisville Slugger and an insatiable need to do violence…
Just kidding, I’ll be hearting things on Tumblr, like the shittiest Batman ever.
THE MOTHER FUCK WAS PROBABLY TRYING TO STEAL MY COMICS!!
Seriously though, This shit got me rattled. There’s nothing like waking up to your friend screaming “Mike, wake up! There’s someone in the house!” and not catching them, only seeing their shadows and hearing them run away. I feel like someone in a ghost story that is being fucked with because there isn’t a face to go with the person that tried to sneak in.
Okay, okay. I get it guys. If you wanted to hire me as a live-in security guard you could have just asked me.
This is me saying ‘yes’. Yes, I will move there and sleep in your living room free of charge and scare off comic-book burglars.
I got on the smile bandwagon late and this photo is from last year, but this is for Monkeyfrog!
