Your somewhat daily dose of Shoo.
It’s 10:37, on the dot. I am finished for the night.
I have been doing pretty much nothing but computer stuff since 7:30. I will get up early in the morning to finish some last minute things.
So that’s why I couldn’t go to a movie. BLAAHHAHAHHAHAHA The end.
I did it. ‘tinkerbell’
I am drinking coffee and eating Keebler Mini Fudge Stripes. What a wonderful complete breakfast.
The coffee at work on a taster’s choice level is that at about a gas station / convience level. I didn’t become a coffee drinker until very recently when I discovered coffee is very rampant in the office environment. And it’s free! Before, I was just a mocha latte drinker. Side note: best Mocha in Springfield is the Star Bucks bottom of the Hilton.
Its about the only thing that will keep me wired throughout the day. Does a better job than Mountain Dew.
Now only if I could have a little Irish wiskey!?!?!
I have strict criteria in posting new blogs, and I clearly don’t follow that criteria. So I give you now, Sterno’s Pad.
His one entry is pittiful. Not too mention talk about lack of sex, or random song lyrics, or cryptic messages, or crush du jours, or weekend follow-ups, or country song lyrics…. Just right down pittiful. I can only hope that he strives for something better.
So read his one entry; Sterno’s Pad.
Something just ain’t right??
My girl, my girlfriend… or as K the ring bear (not bearer) likes to call her, “my soon to be wife” doesn’t eat meat but sure….. She sure doesn’t eat meat. She is what you would call a vegetarian. I myself like to kill my dinner, ask forgiveness from God and then devour the hopeless little animal. I prefer them fried.
When I go out for a nice dinner I like to get a steak, as my favorite customer from the Motor Boat Club used to say, should be “as rare as you dare.” Tasty. My mouth is watering as I think about it now. My girl, she won’t even touch fries that have been fried with ‘meat.’ I tell her it doesn’t matter; she gives me the “vegetarian look of death.” Little does she know that most restaurants fry fish and other meat with fries.
So with all this conflict over killing vegetables or killing animals, you would think we would have had fist fights, gone to court for restraining orders, or pivot PETA against the National Association for Beef Consumption, but no. It’s been as calm as yoga.
It’s hard to say, but I actually respect her ‘vegetarian-ism.’ It helps that she can cook a kick ass no-meat meal. She has made me a wonderful pasta primavera and we share a taste for the best cheese pizza in town from Joe’s pizza.
The next goal for me on her list is to get me to try soy: soy burgers, soy nuggets, soy hot wings. I keep teasing her that I rather go hungry than eat soy. Each time she brings up soy I think of mystery products that have fallen out of a mold to make it look like their meat counterpart. But honestly, (don’t tell her this, because surely she doesn’t read this) I am willing to try soy. Save a cow one day, and kill a soy bean the next. It might require a little doctoring up: Hot sauce, mayo, ketchup, horse radish, pickles, A1, mustard but I think I can do it.
I am hungry for a burger! Who wants to do lunch?
Hey ILLINI fans check out this new Fighting Illini Song!!!
An email sent to Strong Bad by Mr. Contributor.
Strong Bad Email
Jason Kottke has given up on the real world and turned to the blogging world. A former New York webdesigner turned to blog-beggar he looks to find the meaning of life while blogging. In summary, he is trying to blog and live off the donations of faithful blog readers.
Here’s the Wired article.
I thought a little while about this. What if I quit my job(s) and just blogged. Well the immediate fact popped in my head. Like the 25 loyal readers are my friends and most of them are students or just making it in the real world. So, that was strike one. Then I thought, okay, I build up my audience by posting dirrty poetry and naked pictures online. Too gay. Strike two. Then I thought, do a reality tv show like American Chopper. Have the Discovery Channel follow me around as I struggle from internet caffe to internet caffe sucking all the free internet and coffees down that I can get. But then I remembered they don’t serve beer, so I could never come to inner peace. Strike 3.
Just thinking about quitting and blogging would scare the be-jevus out of me. I give the guy 2 months to survive while not collecting welfare.
Actually if he was really smart, he would move to a poor country near the equator. Then he could live like royalty on $2.50 a week!
Maybe that’s a smarter idea?
Jason Kottke if you don’t make it as a blogger, I’ll soon have an apartment that you can crash at. The only deal is that you will in-turn take over Ed’s blog and chronical his life, but also clean the toliet every two days, keep the beer fresh by bringing the older stuff to the front of the fridge… that sounds like a good start. Jason, email, we’ll work something out.
Blog Juice, the new energy drink that just has everyone blogging.
Here are some real-life testimonials.*
I was lacking on my Crush Du Jour, when Shoo shipped me a case of Blog Juice. After taking a sip of Blog Juice, the inspiration flowed through my finger tips as if 20 actresses had gotten boob jobs.
JHLB - http://www.thelalien.blogspot.com/
When I am not racking the high scores on Photo Hunt, I open up a fresh Blog Juice and a gill of Jack Daniels and blog away about my non-existant life plans.
Ed - http://photohunt.blogspot.com/
I don’t drink Blog Juice. I gave it up for lent.
K - http://kylestill5.blogspot.com/
If I blogged instead of making kick ass comics, I would definitly be downing Blog Juice like there is no tomorrow. Ssspp - do I get a date with the ‘one’ girl now?
Mark
Theire was oen time that I was just fed up with…. you now… What I talk abut all the time… But Shoeey gave me a cup of Jesus Juice (cough) Blog Juice and I was all frutrated again aboutt you know whats again. I was able to writ more blogs.
Meliss - http://marilyndrew.blogspot.com/
* - testimonials may have been fabricated.
Can you smell the green grass yet? Well, neither can I. I hate cold weather. I’ve got a supreme bike hanging in my garage and I am so ready to do some riding.
Sorry about not posting yesterday. The weak Paris Hilton post wiped out the blog juice. Which I think is very similar to pimp juice. Next thing you’ll know Lil’ John will be yelling “YEEEEAAAH, get KRUNKED on this BLOG JUICE”, just as Jay-Z brushes my shoulder off.
I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I dreamt that I was renovating an old house that I grew up in which happened to be a unit of a mansion. The other tenanents were trying to take over my house, and they were stealing my electricity and other weird things. It sounds like I have been looking at too many house plans once again.
Note to self: Concentrate on other things than houses at the end of the day.
Johnny R. - this one is for you. My girl just burned me a CD with the John Butler Trio awesome music. If you already aren’t diggin’ on it, check it out!
Other than that, bottoms up and get the hell out of here.
If you haven’t already heard, Paris Hilton’s Sidekick has gotten hacked.
Gawker - Messages.
I love internet.
Just came across this by chance. The Kool Aid Man profile. When growing up, I was lucky to get the “Kool Aid”. My bro and I and I would have to sometimes survive on the generic “coolaide” because Mom being the price cautious mother of two growing boys realized those generic ones were the same sugar induced crap as the name brand ones.
It’s hard telling a kid though at the age 7 that it all tastes the same. Not when there is a super-human character of a pitcher with some liquid inside of him doing heroic things and killing thirsts everywhere. Remember the commercials?
“Ohhh Yeah!”
But every once in awhile, the Sunday paper would have coupons where Kool Aid was just as cheap as the generic kind.
I once remember my lil bro making Kool Aid. He wanted to make it stronger, so he did what was the most logical; make it with 2 packets and 2 cups of sugar. Ahh Kool Aid.
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