I was going through my DVD collection tonight when I noticed I didn’t know where my Best of Will Ferrell Vol. 1 was. In terms of my favourite discs, this one ranks right up there, just behind those two specialty porno titles I got in Amsterdam last summer.
Back to the Will Ferrell disc though. I remember I’ve lent it out on at least two occasions. I was wondering if someone else still has it. So, if you’ve got a copy of the above DVD and don’t know how you came upon it, can ya give me a shout?
Last week, I was at Wal-I mean a large, local discount retailer when I saw a 2L bottle of Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. For a dude who has loved Coke for most of his life, I got quite excited about this. Though I dispute the fact, my sister who was with me, insists I even yelled out in the store.
BCV Coke was introduced in the US in January of this year. This is the first time I’ve seen it on store shelves up here in Canada. I enjoyed the vanilla and cherry versions of Coke separately, so I was anticipated this would be right up my alley.
Because I brought it home on a weekday and since it was a caffeinated beverage, I was only able to sample at most, two fingers worth of this new beverage. Upon sipping, I discovered the cherry flavour hits your first and the vanilla follows up behind. Neither, strangely, lingers on for an aftertaste. It’s a clean tasting cola which almost begs you to chase after another shot of its flavour.
As good as it was, caffeine-free Coke remains the best cola in my books. You cannot beat a cola that allows for consumption even at 11pm on a weeknight.
Well, enough about sugary children’s drinks. How about a tale of stray cats and public urination? Yes, you say? Where, you say? Head on over to Tyson’s blog, where a new post awaits!
When I was younger, I used to wear low top socks with shorts. Because these socks came up beyond my ankles, I’d get these ridonkulous tan lines. They were very unsightly.
In my university days, I finally got around the problem in a most economical way. Normal length athletic socks come in packs of 12 or so for really cheap, less than $10. I used to cut each pair of socks down to just below my ankle. Problem solved and for much cheaper than the $4 or $5 you’d need to spend a *single* pair of ankle socks.
Of course, just like when your Mom tries to make restaurant food, things weren’t exactly all good. Because I’d cut the socks off so low, there wasn’t any elastic at the cut off area. If my shoes weren’t on, I’d constantly be slipping out of the socks. Plus, I’d eyeball where I’d cut the sock, so it’s quite possible to have varying lengths on each foot. Comments were made about my ghetto socks but hey, it did the job more or less.
The most annoying thing about my homebrew socks was when I went hiking. Whenever I went downhill along a trail, these socks would slip off ankle and bunch up near the front of my foot, inside my hiking shoes. I’d have to stop every once in a while, undo my shoes, pull up my socks again and begin the cycle anew.
A few weeks ago, I was at Old Navy when I saw they had 6-packs of white ankle socks for sale. The cost was $12 per package. Not bad I thought. I was in a hurry, so I didn’t buy them that time.
Yesterday, I wore shorts for the first time this year while I was hiking around Buntzen Lake. I also wore my ghetto socks. During the first descent, my damn socks started to bunch up again. I decided then and there I was through with my ghetto socks. I have a job now, so $12 for 6 pairs of socks ain’t that bad. As soon as I finished the hike, I drove to Old Navy and bought them white ankle socks.
After I got them home, I tried a pair on for size. I tell ya, the elastic is the whole key to the operation. There will be no bunching up the next time I go hiking with these bad boys.
And that concludes my post on socks.
And to conclude another successful List Week (TM) here at et.com, I present for you a list of Ten Nerdy Cakes. I once thought the pinnacle of decorated cakes was an ice cream cake with a silkscreen picture of Hilary Duff on it. I was wrong. The PS2 cake in the list looks real and tasty too!
According to some dude, here’s a list of 59 Things a Man Should Never Do Past 30. Here’s a few that I’m guilty of and/or thought were funny:
9. Ask a woman, “Hey, you got a license for that ass?”
11. Take a camera to a nude beach.
17. Name pets after Middle Earth characters.
19. Give shout-outs.
28. Eat Oreo cookies in stages.
30. Sleep on a bare mattress.
37. Call “shotgun” before getting in a car.
38. Dispute someone else’s call of “shotgun.”
42. Google the word vagina.
59. Say goodbye to anyone by tapping his chest and even so much as whispering, “Peace out.”
As first reported by Sarah, Katie Holmes gave birth today to a girl. The future Scientologist was of course, fathered by Tom Cruise. Despite his earlier statements, Cruise stated in a later report that he does not plan on eating the placenta. I really, really, really hope he ain’t lying to us. Hey, did you know you can buy lamb placenta in pill form?
In other news, after a less than satisfying dinner tonight, my sister and I headed off to Wendy’s for a more complete meal. We each ordered a Classic Single combo with chili to go. By the way, I’m not a big fan of chili but the stuff Wendy’s makes is awesome. It also has less than a third of the fat compared to french fries. Anyways, on our way out of the parking lot, I had to stop for this cyclist who was dressed all in black with no helmet or reflective equipment on. He was hard to see in the dark. My sister yelled out the window:
“Hey, put some reflective shit on!”
And to end, as I do every Tuesday night post, here’s a well-made amateur lightsaber film.
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According to The Sun, this is what Tom Cruise wants to do with Katie’s placenta. Mission: Impossible 3 opens on May 5th, everywhere!
According to the “schedule”, Monday marks the beginning of the last week that I’m supposed to be working on my current project. As much as I hope that’s going to be true, I’m fully prepared for this game to be still being tweaked well into next week. The 28th of April seems like a more likely end date.
I’ve been working on this same game since the day I started the job way back in June of last year. I know people have worked longer than that on other games but in the end, they send out Half-Life 2 out the door. I don’t know many people in the industry who worked on a cell phone game for this long.
I am looking forward to the vacation time that’s coming to me when the project is over.
Hey, it’s a stat holiday tomorrow, so I’m looking forward to sleeping in. Anyways, are you aware that Vancouver has a professional hockey team? Yeah, well that team, after having a very impressive start to the season, had a spectacular meltdown in the last 15 or so games.
They lost games they knew they had to win and collectively stumbled about like a drunk. Mercifully, they were eliminated from playoff contention tonight after failing to hold three separate leads in the game versus the Sharks.
Fans of the team have been selling off their tickets at prices less than face value for over a week now. With the team officially out of the playoffs now, I expect ticket brokers to be flush with dumped and cheap tickets for the last game of the season on Saturday against the Avalanche.
I haven’t attended a hockey game at the Garage since 2002. Perhaps, this might be the right time to go again. Cheap tickets plus the last game of a disappointing season could mean a fun Saturday night. Who wants to go with me? I’m serious!
Every morning when I leave for work, I pass by the living room window of the place next door. The blinds are usually down except for a one foot gap. Through this gap, without fail, I alway see the neighbour’s cat on top of the sofa.
It’s always resting on the sofa. Sometimes, it’s wide awake, resting its head on its paws. Other days, it’s half asleep with its eyes half closed. One time it was completely asleep with its legs splayed in a fashion that only occurs when you’re the deepest of sleeps.
As I stumble past the window on a daily basis, I am envious of the cat. It can spend the morning lounging on that damn sofa while people fight their way into the city. That’s one lucky cat.
When I arrive home, sometimes nearly 12 hours later, the cat usually is in the exact same spot to greet me. I sometimes wonder what adventures or naps it’s had while I was at work.
I want my life to be like that cat’s one day.