Shall Wii Play A Game

For the first time in over a month, we didn't have any late night Wii parties at our place over the weekend. I'm sure my neighbors appreciated that. Instead, we had a Wii-fest at Kelly and Monkey Deamon's house last Thursday then on Saturday I joined Kitty and her husband for the classic arcade stylings of Robotron. I haven't come across any pictures from Thursday night, although, I could swear I took some. I was also convinced that there was a ghost at Kelly's apartment so who knows what actually happened. In any event, following are some pics of me and Kitty saving the last family from evil robots. Enjoy!

Life Lessons

I've learned more from Hollywood than I ever learned in School. For example, Hollywood has taught me that I should never leave New York City. Following is a list of places, which Hollywood has taught me I should never find myself in.

Place - Hollywood's lesson

Brazil - Touristas
Columbia - Romancing The Stone
Texas - Texas Chainsaw Masacre
Tatooine- Star Wars
Geidi Prime - Dune
Camp Crystal Lake - Friday The 13th
India - The Amazing Race
The North Atlantic Ocean - Titanic
Central Africa - Blood Diamond
North Africa - Casablanca
The Appalachian Mountains - The Descent
Raccoon City - Resident Evil
Thermopylae - The 300
Mexico City - I don't need Hollywood to scare me of this place.
Kansas - The Wizard of Oz
Harlem - The Wiz

Rock-o-Matic: Looking Good

As the spring and summer months arrive, I'm feeling a bit dandier in my steps. I've always said the key to feeling good, is looking good. Ugly people are almost always unhappy. As I've always said, if you're ugly, you might as well be dead. Thankfully, people like Tommy Hilfiger are around to offer guidance to looking sharp. Here's a few of his tips, from style.com:

1. It’s a sign of insecurity if you’re overdressed.
5. The weekend is about comfort. I think a certain amount of wrinkling is okay, like a rumpled shirt. But during the week, I don’t think so. I don’t know why. It’s just an old-fashioned thing.
7. I was brought up wearing preppy clothes and I always went back to them. Preppy is the easiest way to dress. When in doubt, wear a button-down shirt, a V-neck sweater, a blazer, and a pair of jeans—it’s foolproof.
9. I prefer East Coast style, but when you’re in L.A., you almost want to wear khaki cargo pants and a T-shirt just because it’s so accepted there. Nobody shaves; nobody combs their hair; nobody wears socks.

And from my music collection, this week I feature another swell band that gets my weekend shirt rumpled: The Rapture. I encourage you to buy this album.

The Rapture - Don Gon Do It

The Rapture - Whoo! Alright, Yeah... Uh,huh

-Josh

Three Cheers!

Since the first humans left the trees and their monkey ancestors (sorry creationists but pull your heads out of your asses) they have enjoyed a good stiff drink. Cromagnum people were the first to discover the enticing delights of poppy juice and the Egyptians were notorious for their month-long beer parties. The ancient Greeks and then Romans worshiped wine with Bacchanalian feasts (now there is a religion I can get behind). Even through the dark ages, when people were dropping like flies thanks to the plague, wine, beer and mead were staples of every mans diet. Columbus added "new vineyards" to his list of reasons why the Queen should finance his cruise and although our history books may credit Lewis and Clark for their adventure you can bet those two men would thank whisky for getting them through. The popularity of a good drink has only risen in modern times despite the puritan zealots who invaded our government in the 20th century and had alcohol outlawed.

Alcohol is the great unifier giving men, women, and children of all races, nationalities, religions, sexual orientations, and political backgrounds something in common (except for the crazy religions that think drinking is a sin but who really wants anything in common with those nuts?).

Where would we be today without booze? Living in a dull and dreary world that's where. Many of our most famous works of art from paintings to theatrical productions would never have been created were it not for the alcohol infused visions of the masters. When looking at the current crop of crap infesting Broadway I can say without doubt that the problem is lack of drunken creativity. Stop letting Disney and bankers create musicals and give them back to the alcoholic playwrights and drama queens who know what they are doing.

So I say that the next time you belly up to the bar, raise a glass and give a cheer to alcohol! Now would someone please pass me some aspirin because my head is throbbing from all the vodka I drank last night.

Overheard In Old New York

Angry Latin Man:

"Do you have an expression for whenever a husband is tired of playing hide and seek and is just about ready to hit the wife in the nose?"

Fiesty Wife:

"Not up to now we don't."

Lucas And Hamill, Together Again!

George Lucas and Mark Hamill* will reunite for Robot Chicken": Star Wars," a special 30-minute, Star Wars spoof.

The special makes fun of popular scenes and characters from the "Star Wars" movies and was done in collaboration with Lucas' production company Lucasfilm. George himself, will provide the voice for, uh, himself and Hamill will once again play everyone's favorite whiny Jedi, Luke Skywalker.

The special is set to premiere at 10 p.m. on June 17, and will also include the voice talents of Conan O'Brien, Seth MacFarlane, Malcolm McDowell, Hulk Hogan, James "I don't want your life"** Van Der Beek, Breckin Meyer and Joey Fatone.

*If you follow just one link in this post, make it this one!
**If you follow just two links in this post, make this the second one!

Twisted And Evil

What is it about a person in an over-sized, cartoony suit that makes me want to run up to them and knock them over? Even when I was young that thought was always in mind at theme parks.

This giant red ball with legs has been handing out fliers near my office for the past few weeks. Every time I see him, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to knock him down. I know, I know - I'm a thoughtless little pig but I can't help it.

Sorry about the poor quality of the picture. For the ball's safety, I thought it best that I not get too close.

Super Happy Terrific Products

One of my life ambitions is to someday be an evil genius living in an incredible apartment at the top of a New York City building. This apartment would have a pool, helipad, movie theater, down-hill sky run and this folding bookshelf door.

Triple Word Score

In addition to this blog, I also right for a consumer, product-driven blog and web site so I'm always on the lockout for interesting products. This morning I found this Scrabble furniture (pictured), which was designed by Stephen Reed Industrial Design for employees at the London offices of Bloomberg.

Despite the fact that I am a horrible speller (thank god for spell check) I love Scrabble. My friends and I frequently use board games to make important decisions for us. Such as, the looser of this game of Trouble has to make the next beer run.

When I was preparing to move into my first apartment after college with my best friend Heather, we had to determine who would get the larger bedroom in an apartment we found in Jersey City. It wasn't just a question of a few extra feet as the larger room was nearly twice the size of the smaller one. So we agreed to let a game of Scrabble decide the bedroom fate.

We had a heated game at my parents house with members of my family frequently checking on the status of the game. By the time the felt bag was out of tiles our scores were nearly neck and neck. I had no more possible word combinations to make, which gave Heather the last go. She plopped down the word "FAX", which put her score above mine and awarded her the larger bedroom.

I quickly contested that "FAX" was not a word as it is actually an abbreviation for "Facsimile". We asked my family members for their opinions and even made a bunch of phone calls for a greater polling audience. In the end, more people agreed with Heather than me and she moved into the larger room while I begrudgingly took the smaller.

To this day I still refuse to accept "FAX" as a word.

Fight!

Of all the things I saw and heard at last year's E3 (May 2006), one juicy tidbit lodged in my brain when a rep from Midway Games mentioned in passing, there was talk of a new Mortal Kombat movie in development. Almost a year later, some more details of that movie are emerging and it seems that it is definitely going to happen.

The new movie will be a restart for the brand rather than a prequel or sequel to the two films released in the 1990's. It's still too early to talk about release dates but it appears that a script is in the works.

Flawless Victory!

There Goes The Blogosphere

For the past few months the question that everyone has been asking is "Is Jen moving to Singapore?" Well, I can finally put the question to rest with a definitive answer of "Yes"!

In order to keep us all abreast of her time in the far east, Jen has launched her own blog today and even asked me to write the first entry. So check out Take A Chance You Stupid Ho at http://takeachancestupidho.blogspot.com/ and don't forget to bookmark it.

Shall Wii Play A Game

Since Seth's birthday was last Wednesday, he decided to hold the official celebration on Saturday, and celebrate we did. Seth had to work at the Met until around midnight so Jen and I started earlier in the evening with dinner and a mini bar crawl until it was time to meet up with Seth and his Met friends at Stereo sometime after 1am. I'm not sure what time we left (somewhere between 4 and 6am I'm guessing) but we had a blast and even managed to entice Jen, Erik and James back to Brooklyn for a late night/early morning Wii playoff. Either James didn't play any games or I was too drunk to capture it on film.

Round 1, Erik battles someone.


Round 2, Jen and her fists of glory!


Round 3, Admiral Ackbar vs. Jesus.


Tired of all the violence, Mii go bowling.

You Don't Want to Piss Me Off

If you do, I'll call you my new favorite insult - a thoughtless little pig.

Super Happy Terrific Products

For years Ive been scouring the emails and interwebs in search of things to buy. Now I'm sharing my finds with you here in Super Happy Terrific Products. It's just like the Home Shopping Network without the Network or Shopping.

Fire Table

Nothing says disaster like an open fire in the middle of your living room. For anyone looking for the camp-out convenience of a fire pit that matches their modern, danish decor, Fuego (British design firm) has the coffee table for you! At $1800-$2200 a piece this alcohol-based gel (think of a giant Sterno) doesn't come cheap but think how much money you will save by making your own smores.

Must Have Slipped My Mind

Oh man! I had such a great idea for a pot today, a story that Salinger would be envious of, but after waking and baking, it totally slipped my mind.

This story has something to do with my teenage years, when me and a group of friends at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, used to get together every day after school and smoke marijuana under the Louis Pasteur statue. We even had a name for our group, we were "The Waldos"! Man, I wish I could remember that story.

The only thing I can remember is how once me and the Waldos took a road trip to Ontario for a festival or something and on the way we had an adventure with Captain Cannabis and Method Man. Maybe we were going to a Phish show or something. Oh well, I gotta go "mow the grass". I promise I'll tell you that story as soon as I remember it.

Rock-o-Matic: Ugly Like Me

On my other blog that I do, we just finished up our wonderful ugliest building in LA contest. In the end, the ugliest building was the Hollywood & Highland complex in Hollywood at the intersection of Hollywood and Highland, also in Hollywood. It takes a lot to be declared the ugliest building in LA. I personally think it was the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency that put it over the top.

All in all, the contest turned out really well. I was interviewed on the radio and just wrote an op-ed for the LA Times. I'm hoping to next roll my fame into an appearance in the audience on Live with Regis & Kelly, but only if Regis is there.

Today I feature one of my favorite newish artists, RJD2. Kind of like R2D2, but human, and real.
Via WikiPedia: RJD2 (born Ramble John "RJ" Krohn on May 27, 1976) is an American hip hop producer, singer and musician. RJD2 was born in Eugene, Oregon, and raised in Columbus, Ohio. He was signed to the Definitive Jux label where he released two largely instrumental hip hop albums and has produced tracks for many prominent rappers. However, he has now left Def Jux and has signed with XL Records.^[1] His latest album, The Third Hand, is a striking departure from his usual style and features RJD2 singing and playing instruments on nearly every track.

RJD2 - Sweet Piece

RJD2 - Just When

- Josh

I Want One!

I'm reluctant to share this tasty morsel because I can think of a few people who read this blog that may be receiving this item from me for their next birthday. But I've never been very good at keeping my mouth shut so let me tell you all about the most bizzar thing I have seen today.


It's called the Bacon Wallet and yes, its for real. Don't worry, I don't mean that its actually made of bacon but rather it's a real wallet. Made of leather, the Bacon Wallet is sure to garner you grossed out looks when you pull it out of your pocket at the checkout line.

It Must Be Friday For Me To Feel This Bad

One of those old rat-pack crooners, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin or maybe Shirley McClain, once said that they feel sorry for anyone that doesn't wake up with a hangover because that's the best they can expect to feel all day. I can't think of a clever way to tie that into this post but those are words I like to think about on hungover mornings such as this one.

As if the throbbing headache, physical and mental exhaustion weren't reason enough to stay in bed this morning, I should have instantly returned there when I switched on the teli and was greeted by this dire prediction.

Of course, I didn't bother to turn up the volume or even keep that channel on because I figured, if we really were on the eve of Armageddon they probably wouldn't have the
weather lady covering the story.

There are a lot of people I have to thank for today's hangover, starting with the inventors of vodka. Only a gifted genius could figure out how to get drunk off a potato. Next, the brewers of that beer I was drinking after responsibly deciding that I had had enough vodka. I still don't remember your name beer but it had something to do with a tiger. Of course none of the drinks would have been served (except for the ones I had at home before and after going out) without the help of the ridiculously unpleasant lady tending bar at Barcade last night. Lighten up sweetie, you'll never catch a man with that sour puss. Many thanks go out to Adam, Kelly, Cyndi and Seth. Guys, if it weren't for you I would have been drinking alone.* And finally, my deepest thanks to Seth's mom. If she hadn't given birth to baby Seth on April 18th, none of us would have had such a great excuse for getting drunk on a Wednesday.

In parting, I'd like to accept this hangover on behalf of the Gowanus whale. Your camporing and cavorting won New York's hart but ultimately, New York's shit would stop yours from beating.

Gowanus whale, April 17 - April 19, 2007. R.I.P.



*Not that there is anything wrong with drinking alone.

Happy Birthday . . .

SETH!

*Please note, this is not a photograph of your cake. Its just an image I found on the interwebs and I'd hate for you to be disappointed when this cake doesn't show up.

Tax Day Resolutions

I resolve next year to NOT wait until the last possible day to mail my taxes. There's now way I'm going to be stuck in line with the rest of those procrastinating slackers again.

I swear, this year was the last time you will find me at the post office within hours of that dreaded deadline. Next year, I'm going to begin organizing my receipts and paper work on January 1, and meet with Rita as soon as I receive all my forms.

Hmm, this resolution sounds familiar. Oh yeah, I made the same one on April 15th of 2006. Shit!

Grap A Cup Of Joe

Good morning gang! I thought I would start the day off with a little coffee talk, literally. Check out this limited edition (only 1,000 handmade) Lamborghini coffeemaker.



And it can be yours, as long as you are one of the first 1,000 idiots to act, for the low low cost of just $1,750! At those bargain prices why not buy two just to to piss off one of the other 999 fools out there.

Things That Make You Go That's So Stupid

I was standing in line at the supermarket the other day when I noticed Vanity Fair's latest "Green Issue". While I think dedicating coverage to environmental issues is a great idea, it seems odd for a magazine to call itself "Green". All those millions of copies are printed on paper that used to be trees until they were chopped down. After everyone reads their "Green Issue" of Vanity Fair, all those tons of dead processed trees will end up in the garbage.

If Vanity Fair really wants to put out a "Green Issue", why don't they take one month out of every year and publish the entire magazine on the interwebs. No paper, just digital.

Of course I still bought this "Green Issue", I couldn't resist Leonardo's piercing eyes, but I plan to tell as many people what's in the magazine so they don't have to buy one also. If you aren't part of the solution, you are part of the problem.

I Can't Work Under These Conditions

This morning I came into the office to find a stream of water running along my window sill. Notice the blue can on the sill collecting the steady drip? It makes a lovely noise each time the water lands in it.

I know, we are in the midst or record-breaking rain fall but since when does the city come to a halt because of rain? The mayor is holding press conferences and emergency shelters are being set up. Now the roof in my office is leaking and this is a new building! Jeez! Get it together New York or I'm going back to bed until this is all figured out.

Shall Wii Play A Game

I didn't think after last week's first "Shall Wii Play A Game" that I would be able to get anyone over to my place for another game night, knowing that pictures would be going up here. Well, I was wrong and on Saturday night and into the wii hours of Sunday morning, Adam, Kelly & Jen joined Seth & I for boxing, bowling, tennis and golf.

I'm no stranger to waking up Sunday morning with mystery bruises and pains but I can honestly say a Saturday night of boxing was never the cause. Even today, I have aches in muscles I didn't know existed. Critics say that video games don't provide real physical activity but as an accomplished non-athlete, I can tell you this past weekend was the most exercise I've had in a long time.

In one corner Jesus, in the other corner Adam as the crowd watches in amazement!

Kelly leads off for lady's league night.

Jen "The Body" and her fists of fury.

Seth and his strike-winning bowling stance.

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

PS. I'm happy to report that despite playing Wii for over six hours and steadily drinking the whole time, not one of us accidentally threw, dropped or impaled anyone on the Wii-remote.

Saturday the 14th

I've never been so glad to be alive! My name is Tina and I'm the only survivor of a group of kids who went camping last night.

Me and a few friends were throwing a surprise birthday party for our friend, Michael, but he and his girlfriend, Jane, never even showed up. At first we didn't think much off it and we even met another group of campers who we hung out and partied with. Around midnight, Paul and Terri went for a walk and never came back so two of the other campers, Jeff and Seth went to find them. We never saw them again. Andy tried to keep the party going by entertaining us with juggling and walking on his hands. That's when the psycho macheted him in half. Me and Jake took off running towards the lake but the psycho caught Jake and put a cleaver in his face. I got to the lake where I found Vera with a spear through her eye and that annoying guy Shelly lying in a pool of his own blood. I hopped in a raft and paddled out to the middle of the lake where I fell asleep until the cops woke me up this morning.

They never found the killer, which means he is still out there somewhere in the wilderness of Prospect Park.

Rock-o-Matic: Brit Trash

Here in Los Angeles we're going UK crazy what with the arrival of the Beckhams and Tesco later this year. I've even started adding a superfluous "u" to words that don't need them, such as "colour," "rumour," "mum," and " humour". What a waste of a good vowel. Today my selection of songs comes from deep within my embarrassing collection of British throw-away pop. These songs never make it to our shores but make it to number 1 in the UK. How odd. As per usual, I urge you to delete these songs immediately after downloading. Don't even listen to them, lest they infect you.

Former Spice Girl Mel C (Sporty) has a singing career in the UK. Who knew?
Mel C - Closer

I bought this CD in China for 10 cents. After S Club 7 grew up, they replaced them with 8 kids.
S Club 8 - Fool No More

I think Girls Aloud is a pop creation from a TV show, kind of like that Pussycat Dolls tv show.
Girls Aloud - Biology

The video for this song is hilarity. I think this is another group formed by TV show.
Phixx - Hold on Me

Pure awfulness.
-Josh

Weekend Plans

Today Seth and I are going to grab our camping gear, roll a couple of marijuana cigarettes and ask our buxom friend with the feathered back hair to pick us, and a few other 30-something-year-olds-playing-the-part-of-teenagers, up in her windowless van. Then we are all going to drive to that wooded spot in Prospect Park, where all the locals have warned us not to go, for a camp-out. We used Google Earth to find the most secluded area so it should be great! We'll roast marshmallows, skinny dip, tell ghost stories, score some tail and be back safe and sound tomorrow.


Our fat, dimwitted friend, Barry, just dropped out of the trip so if anyone wants to join us, just hitch-hike to the greasy spoon near the park. From there you can walk to our camping spot. A little advice if you are going to hitch-hike, wear something revealing and show a lot of leg.

Check back tomorrow for some pictures of our totally cool camping trip.

Television's One-Hit Wonders

Like most Americans 18 to 35 years old, I loved the first season of Lost. It was imaginative, compulsive and a word I rarely use to describe anything on tv - original. Then the second season happened and aside from the ridiculously irregular schedule the show aired on, it just wasn't as good (I know, stating the obvious). So now we are approaching the end of season three and after watching last week's episode (I'm one week behind), I think the show has gone from great to mildly entertaining to complete piece of shit.

On last week's episode, the character Juliet actually told Kate that she (Kate) "Broke Jack's heart." Are you kidding me!? Ignoring the fact that these characters have only know each other for three months (the amount of time Hurley says they have been on the island in the same episode), which hardly seems like enough time to fall so madly in love with a stranger that they are able to "break your heart", what person out of middle school actually uses that expression? It's as if the show is now being written by Harlequin authors. And another thing, in season one's flashback scenes Kate is able to beat the crap out of anyone that gets in her way, walk away from horrible car accidents and leap tall buildings in a single bound but in last week's episode she couldn't even get the drop on Juliet with a surprise attack using a pool stick as a weapon.

Kate isn't the only character that seems to be going through a big pussyfication. Lately Sawyer and Hurley are the island's own Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis and don't get me started on Locke. What the hell happened to that character? He went from Indiana Jones MacGyver to Rain Man.

Of course being the sucker that I am I'll watch the rest of this season. But unless something drastic happens, and I don't mean another electromagnetic explosion, I mean some decent character writing, I won't bother to find Lost when the next season begins.

Working For The Weekend

I'm having one of those days where I'm too busy to blog (stupid job, always getting in the way). So I decided rather than writing something I would post this adorable picture of my cat, Kiki, wearing my hat.



Oh yeah, and because it makes me laugh, another one of Seth playing Wii.

Shall Wii Play A Game

Last night Kitty came over for our semi-regular video game night. I had such a good laugh watching both Kitty and Seth playing WarioWare that I decided to start a new tradition and blog post of pictures of people when they come over to play Wii. Hopefully I'll still have friends who want to come over and play after this post.

Up first, our guest last night, Kitty!



Kitty is followed by my co-host and cohort, Seth!



And just to prove that I can take it as well as give it, one of me.

What Will They Think of Next?

I'd pay money to see some tool walking down the street with these things on their head. As if the appearance isn't ridiculous enough, everyone would be able to read what you are listening to.

The Pop-O-Matic Bar Report

Despite the fact that the weather remains winterish, my biological booze clock is fully aware that we should be in prime happy hour season. Spring is supposed to be that thin sliver of perfect going out weather when you can head to the bar sans jacket but still strut down the street without worrying about working up a sweat. These are supposed to be the days that are too nice to go home straight from work and you are expected to do your duty as a New Yorker by exploring happy hour discount prices.

Well screw you confused mother nature! I'm going out anyway.

Yester-happy-hour I whet my whistle at Flatbush Farm in Brooklyn. This large single room bar with adjoining separate restaurant and outdoor patio is designed to resemble an upstate farm house with modern, urban appeal. While the mixture of styles sounds a little odd, the Farm pulls it off nicely and the result is a casual and classy atmosphere.

But how are the drinks you might ask? They're Great! The bar features an eclectic and interesting beer selection plus several tasty cocktails such as the Mo' Stomy made with ginger juice, ginger ale, dark rum, mint and lime. Mmm Good.

I didn't get around to trying the food but with items such as tempura onion rings and fries with herb mayoniase, I'm fixing to remedy that soon.

From Today's Headlines

If you have visited this site before you know I rarely, if ever, discuss anything happening in the world of politics or news. That's Entertainment Tonight's job, not mine.

I have been hearing a lot about the recent controversy surrounding some comments that Imus (whoever the hell that is) made on the radio (do people still listen to non-satellite radio). And while I have no idea what he said, I have a question of my own. Is Imus alive or is he actually dead and just being manipulated by a couple of low level radio employees, one of whom is looking to get ahead while the other is just out for fun, ala Weekend At Bernie's I mean come on, look at this picture of him. I've seen healthier and more lively faces at wakes and I'm talking about the guests of honor.

Always Something There To Remind Me

I'm working on a new theory that states "People who wear too much cologne or perfume probably live alone".

The premise of this theory is that if they lived with someone else, that person would warn them in the morning of their over zealous odor deployment.

"Honey, you smell like a French whore house. Don't you think you went a little overboard on the perfume?"

or,

"Babe, I haven't smelled that much cologne since attending that Drakar party in 1985."

Don't get me wrong, I think having a signature sent is great. But here are a few olefactory facts to keep in mind:

1. You don't want to leave an odor wake 40 feet behind you.
2. Your aromatic aura shouldn't remain in an elevator 50 floors after you have left.
3. Having your reputation proceed you is good. Having your scent proceed you is not.
4. An average size bottle of perfume or cologne should last longer than one week.

And keep the following in mind when applying your scent each morning. A little dab will do you but downright dousing will doom you.

Calling All Bakers

You have 6 weeks to figure out how to make this cake for my birthday. Whoever comes through with said cake (or approximation of) will have the honor and title of Jeff's-Best-Friend-For-The-Year!


Since the cake in the picture was done for a wedding, you can feel free to take creative liberties with the topper. However, I don't want a sugar me with Princess Peach because she gets on my nerves.

Please note, no clever non-edible versions will be accepted. This must be a real yummy cake.

New Profile Picture

My hunt for the perfect profile picture continues.

You Rock!

There are a bunch of expressions that I intensely dislike hearing and go out of my way to avoid saying. A few examples are "I'm loving it", "Now that's what I'm talking about!", and any expression that uses the word "bling". It's pretty hard to watch Reality TV without hearing one or all of these expressions repeatedly.

Another expression that doesn't bother me quite as much but I still choose not to use it is "Party like rockstars!" So it pains me a little to admit, that's the expression that can best sum up our weekend trip to PA.


I don't mean to imply that we lit a whisky soaked hotel room on fire, beat up a shark or snorted someone's dad. But, from the time we arrived at Bessie's house Friday night until leaving yesterday afternoon, somebody was playing the game, Guitar Hero 2.

If you've never played I highly recommend that you start. This game is just as much fun to watch someone else play as it is to play yourself. And while drinking isn't required, the more booze you add to the mix, the better the performances become for the audience. Now that's what I'm talking about!

Final Friday Thoughts

I think Jesus disappeared or died or something at 3 on good Friday (as if they were even using the same method of telling time that we use today). So I decided that 3 is a good time for me to leave work.

Me and some of the New York gang are heading to West Chester PA, this weekend to visit with the Philly gang so it should be a great weekend with lots to blog about come Monday.

Have a good weekend everybody!

Where Are These Idiots

I feel like every day there's a new product released to combat (what judging by the amount of products must be the greatest threat to home safety) the dreaded Nintendo Wiimote strap issue.

Are that many people really flinging their Wiimotes into each other and their TVs? I have never dropped, flung or injured someone with my Wiimote and I'm usually half in the bag when I play Wii. If people don't have the simplest of motor skills - the ability to hold something in the hand - then they probably aren't going to be very good at any Wii games. So just save yourself some money and play checkers.

Here Beer!

I just read about this beer cozy pager (pictured). Apparently, the cozy has something embedded in it so when you press the button on the remote, the cozy belches.

I guess the idea behind the device is locating your lost beer. I though this sounded like a great idea at first but then it occurred to me, I never loose my beer. I may loose my dignity, my self respect and even my pants but I never loose my beer.

Overheard In Old New York

Red headed lady: "Some people are cut out for champagne and caviar. I'm more of the beer and pretzel type."

-- The Mertz's apartment.

Ben & Jerry To The Rescue (UPDATE)

So what if the government is screwing you and you owe $3,000 in taxes this month. Ben & Jerry's is giving away free ice cream on tax day!

By the way, in case you don't already know, tax day is April 17 this year (thanks Rita for telling me). If you are anything like me, a procrastinator, you might want to stop off at your local participating Ben & Jerry's shop on the way to stand in line at the post office on the 17th.

UPDATE: Don't order the Country Peach Cobbler!