My Pug eats lesser Pugs

I may have to get a new iphone today (the phone function is giving me problems). As a result I am backing up all my pictures, and I came across this gem.

To My Friends: Why You Always Need to Join me on Adventures

The next time you decide to skip out on an adventure... think about these figures.

-The average male lives 28,251 days.
-If you live to 100, you only live about 36,500 days.
-3,650 of these days are in your twenties.
-If you are 27, like me, you have about 1000 days left in your twenties.
-Are the chances better or worse that as you get older you will be more likely to embark on adventures?
-Are chances better or worse that you will have more responsibilities and less freedom when you are 30+?

Just some questions to ask yourself.

The case of the $200 T-Shirt

About a week ago I discovered this amazing $218 tattoo T-shirt that I really, really want, and probably intend to purchase.

However, I realize that if I make this purchase, I will no longer be classified has a rational human being.

-First, I have never purchased a t-shirt that cost more than $30.
-Second, the t-shirt is decadent. I would have to steel myself for glances and remarks everytime I put it on. (However, I don't think I would have a problem with this.)
-Third, $218!!!

The other kicker, is that no one except my brother thinks the shirt looks good. However, this has yet to deter me either. Actually, let me digress a moment and say that I am still deciding between two t-shirts.


So I have two questions for you:
-Am I crazy?
-Which T-shirt is better (top or bottom)?

Check out www.yellowman.com for more t-shirt details.

SURPRISE California!

Without giving my parents any notice last week, I bought a plane ticket and flew to my parents house in California. I conspired with my brother who picked me up at the BART station and snuck me into the house.

My parents came into our kitchen to see what my brother was up to when I casually walked by them and said hello. SURPRISE!

Here were there facial expressions:

Mom

Dad

Yay. I am a good person.

Virgin America

I just flew Virgin America a few days ago. If you didn't know, Virgin offers each passenger live tv, movies, music, video games and online chat with other passengers. Each seat has a little remote control which doubles as a keyboard and video game controller.

Someday in the near future Virgin promises to have live internet connections so that people can email, chat, and browse "The New Sun." Hooray for technology.

From my perspective though, the video games were all horrible, and the free movies were completely unwatchable. Being able to browse through Virgin's music collection was cool though.

Thought of the Day

Chuck Norris is not hung like a horse.
Horses are hung like Chuck Norris.

Army Strong

I went to a bar last night with some military friends, and conducted an informal survey about what is sexier to women: a guy who plays guitar, or a guy in the United States Marine Corps.

I was shocked to learn that out of the 16 women polled, only one woman said the Marine Corps. Granted, this is a small sample size (and women may have inferred that I was the guitar player [albeit a very poor one]). I thought society, and women in particular, would have more gratitude for the men in uniform who lay it all on the line.

In tribute to them, I am posting this awesome Army video. Hopefully it will have an effect on you, and in the future you will find me--the untalented guitar player-- less attractive.

Bloodsport

The seminal film "Bloodsport" was on TV the other day. It reminded me of how much I used to admire Jean Claude Van Damme when I was little.

Without Van Damme in my life, I probably never would have taken up the martial arts, or honed a rapier sharp wit, or developed a closet cocaine habit.*

Anyhow, on this particular viewing of Bloodsport, I was particularly attracted to the monkey kung-fu style (for the uninitiated, this is the style where you just crouch and jump around like you are actually a monkey) How come more people don't take up the monkey kung-fu? It seems to be relatively effective. The monkey guy made it to the third round before he was killed by a really strong sumo guy. In fact, if you are a monkey kung-fu instructor, I recommend you use this in your advertisements.

"Monkey Kung-Fu: It get's you to the third round of Bloodsport."


Also, what the hell is he doing in this picture?

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*For potential employers, that was a joke. I do not in fact have a rapier wit OR a cocaine habit.

Hap-py Hannukah!

Hap-py Hannukah everybody!

My first, and only Hannukah present was the amazingly stylish "Hap!"

"What is a 'hap?'" you ask. Well a hap is what happens when a cap and a hat love each other very much. The cap tells the hat he loves it, and gives it a ring, and if the hap accepts they begin a long engagement period. On their wedding night the cap inserts its bill into the hat, and nine months later (if the cap doesn't use protection) a "Hap" is born.

I must admit I have been a bit embarrassed to wear my "hap.' It is kind of a New Jersey style. Which, for those of you have never been to New Jersey, means it is not really a style at all.

But I decided to be brave, and I wore it the last few days. I may never be the same.

Long time no see, or type, or read.

Hey everybody... apologies for the month long hiatus. Anyone still reading the old blog?

I just returned from a couple week vacation to California. Had a great time catching up with my old friends and making some new ones. I also had the opportunity to take a few hikes in the hills around Mt. Diablo and Las Trampas.

Perhaps the most momentous part of my trip was that I pet a wild cow (pictured below). The conversation went like this:

Me: How now brown cow?
Cow: ...
Me: Can I pet you?
Cow: ...
Me: Okay, I am coming in close to pet you now...
Cow: ...
Me: Okay, I am real close now, don't hurt me.
Cow: ...
Me: Okay, I am about to pet you....
Cow: ...
(*Pet Pet*)
Me: Suck on that, bitch. I just pet you.



I also saw this awesome baby cow, which I believe is technically referred to as a calf. Check this picture out:




I also got into the spirit of geocaching... which for the uninitiated, involves using a GPS unit to track down little treasures (of no monetary value) that people hide all over the world. There is probably a geocache near you right now...

I also proved to myself that I am not completely without energy these days. My last night in California involved meeting up with my old friends Jordan and Tyler in SF, returning to Danville around 2AM to eat at Denny's with Kern, and then typing up powerpoint presentation from 4-8 AM, while virtual conferencing with my teammates in Washington who had already started work on the East Coast. Then I woke up at noon and went on an awesome hike to Eagle Peak on the Las Trampas ridge near my family's house. (Top picture for the view from the top).

Of course, after all this, I got home and was ridiculously ill. But it was worth it.