Daily like: Grapefruit.
Daily hate: Utah.
Song of the Day: You Take My Breath Away by The Knife
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Right on, bra.
Photo of the Day: Lee enjoys a pre-game nap on Jenny's shoulder 
Song of the Day: Seventeen by Ladytron
Song of the Day: Seventeen by Ladytron
Broverload
Soooooooo many bros!!!! I have never seen so many hooded sweatshirt wearing 27 year-olds in my life! If you are hella hyped on hella stupid shit that has everything to do with pretending to like skateboarding and snowboarding and nothing to do with liking it then right now you are probably downstairs in the Pan-Pacific hotel of Vancouver, Canada. I think I'm going insane. Anyway I'll write a full report later. Hopefully some funny shit will happen tonight. To fill the gap I am posting a message that I got from my friend Kevin who I used to live with during my Arizona State days. He is one of the funnier people I have ever known.
From: Kevin
Haha, yeah, that song always was a weakness in me (get it ... ok, fucking stupid, I know). Yeah, blogs are funny, they almost make me feel dirty, like I am watching a person through their window, except they want me to watch, and so the try to entertain me, but I am not so easily entertained, so they keep pushing the envelope, and soon they start pissing on endangered animals before using them as sex toys, or something. I am in Omaha, ne, still going to medical school. I'm almost done with my first year, it hasn't been so bad, everyone exaggerates the hell out of how hard it is. I really want to go to Seattle in 3 years for my residency, as UW has some amazing programs, so hopefully that will happen. That is cool you are going to mexico, sounds like a lot of fun. I wish I had money and time to travel, but I have always been too lazy to work. So, basically, my life is just studying and wasting time.
I hope your diet is going well. I still fondly remember peering out our patio door at the beginning of sophomore year, seeing your chiseled body with the type of tan usually reserved for the 80 year old, diet-pill addicted widows in florida trailer parks. It was very sexy. Write back, and don't be surprised if I start to leave rude remarks on your "blog",
Kevin
From: Kevin
Haha, yeah, that song always was a weakness in me (get it ... ok, fucking stupid, I know). Yeah, blogs are funny, they almost make me feel dirty, like I am watching a person through their window, except they want me to watch, and so the try to entertain me, but I am not so easily entertained, so they keep pushing the envelope, and soon they start pissing on endangered animals before using them as sex toys, or something. I am in Omaha, ne, still going to medical school. I'm almost done with my first year, it hasn't been so bad, everyone exaggerates the hell out of how hard it is. I really want to go to Seattle in 3 years for my residency, as UW has some amazing programs, so hopefully that will happen. That is cool you are going to mexico, sounds like a lot of fun. I wish I had money and time to travel, but I have always been too lazy to work. So, basically, my life is just studying and wasting time.
I hope your diet is going well. I still fondly remember peering out our patio door at the beginning of sophomore year, seeing your chiseled body with the type of tan usually reserved for the 80 year old, diet-pill addicted widows in florida trailer parks. It was very sexy. Write back, and don't be surprised if I start to leave rude remarks on your "blog",
Kevin
Friday, February 23, 2007
Our Beautiful "Neighbour" to the North
What do you get when you combine a 6'5" skinny kid with a perm, a hairy, raging alcoholic, a free hotel room, and an open bar equipped with enough alcohol to intoxicate Paul Bunyan? That's right, you get a fucking weekend. Now transplant the whole scenario into Vancouver, Canada, and add a healthy desire for debauchery. Sprinkle the whole dish with standards that would make a blind man seem picky. The end result? 100% insanity.
At 7:30pm pacific standard time Barry Sevig and I will depart on a life-changing (at least liver changing) odyssey to Vancouer to participate in the annual snowboard industry tradeshow in which Barry's intership company Signal Snowbards will have a tent. We will be the two men (see: boys) manning the tent. I could not think of two more adept people for this task, nor could I think of two people with a higher chance of steering it towards disaster. I will have my computer with me at all times and hopefully be able to provide up to the minute reports. Wish us luck and have a good weekend!
-Boosh Clown
p.s. shoot to thrill, play to kill
Song of the Day: Move by Sol Peppy
Bonus Song of the Day: Am I Wry? No. by Mew
At 7:30pm pacific standard time Barry Sevig and I will depart on a life-changing (at least liver changing) odyssey to Vancouer to participate in the annual snowboard industry tradeshow in which Barry's intership company Signal Snowbards will have a tent. We will be the two men (see: boys) manning the tent. I could not think of two more adept people for this task, nor could I think of two people with a higher chance of steering it towards disaster. I will have my computer with me at all times and hopefully be able to provide up to the minute reports. Wish us luck and have a good weekend!
-Boosh Clown
p.s. shoot to thrill, play to kill
Song of the Day: Move by Sol Peppy
Bonus Song of the Day: Am I Wry? No. by Mew
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Ummm
The Hammers Program is no more. It is Mardi Gras. It is Tuesday. Barry and I are drinking wine in my room about to go out to Tommy's, the worst place in the world. Full report to come tomorrow. Suerte!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Hockey, Fishing, and Crystal Meth (Post #2)
On my way home from the IMA today I was stopped by a woman asking for directions. She was driving a minivan and wearing what appeared to be a “Spiderman” jersey (imagine a red hockey jersey with a large embroidered spider on the front). Undoubtedly a meth addict, the woman asked me how to get to the parking lot on the southeast side of the IMA soccer fields. She said that she just wanted “to get to a dock” so that she could “go fishing”. I assumed “fishing” was some kind of street slang for amphetamines, so I suggested she might try the local mental health clinic. However, she seemed insistent on getting to a dock, so I gave her directions. It so happened that the road she was on at the time was the one that led to the parking lot (albeit by curving around the soccer fields), so I told her that she could arrive at her desired destination simply by driving in the contrary direction.
This woman was really quite a spectacle. She was the only one in the car and had at least 3-4 fishing rods in the back. Her minivan was also decorated with an array of ghost decals (yes, ghosts, like Casper), including a huge rather spooky one on the back windshield.
She was obviously not familiar with the concept that sometimes one must go around an obstacle to get to his/her destination, a concept that even my late golden retriever had mastered with apparent ease. So, the hockey-jersey clad woman did a U-Turn (on the sidewalk), drove off, and I was left to shake my head in amazement and marvel at the fact that she had somehow evaded the process of natural selecion.
Song of the Day #2: Don't Cry by Guns 'n Roses
This woman was really quite a spectacle. She was the only one in the car and had at least 3-4 fishing rods in the back. Her minivan was also decorated with an array of ghost decals (yes, ghosts, like Casper), including a huge rather spooky one on the back windshield.
She was obviously not familiar with the concept that sometimes one must go around an obstacle to get to his/her destination, a concept that even my late golden retriever had mastered with apparent ease. So, the hockey-jersey clad woman did a U-Turn (on the sidewalk), drove off, and I was left to shake my head in amazement and marvel at the fact that she had somehow evaded the process of natural selecion.
Song of the Day #2: Don't Cry by Guns 'n Roses
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