Tired and Procrastinating

The Hubband just got his XBox 360 Console back from the shop today* and we celebrated the occasion by playing the greatest game ever. Guitar Hero II . For those of you not familiar with it, it's a videogame in which you play a toy guitar along to several famous rock songs that play on your tv. There are colored frets and a strum bar on the guitar and your job is to play the notes on your guitar as the notes with the corresponding colors fly across your screen. It sounds really complicated, but it's actually really fun. And I don't really play videogames at all. Super Mario Bros. 3 (2 didn't really float my boat) or Mega Man is more my speed ( I guess I left my videogame thumbs at college in the late 90's). The Hubband, on the other hand, loves those first person shooter games, like Halo or more importantly, Splinter Cell . Me == Him == I think one of the reasons why I love this game is because I'm actually kinda proficient at it. If I play the ...

What is it about little cute fat Asian kids? Courtesy of George, the Mets Fan

Dear Mr. Mustang Driver, Today while making my weekly commute over the hill to work via Laurel Canyon, we were stuck is some pretty lame traffic. The two lanes heading into Hollywood were both congested from the top of the hill at Mullholland down almost to the light at Fryman. If I were in a hurry, I'd be pissed, but as I have learned over the last couple of weeks since school started up again, this is the norm. It's always slow. All of us cars were stacked in line, inching forward three feet at a time, trying to gauge whether the right or the left lane would be faster to the top. Each of us alone in our cars, yet united, suffering from a irritating pain in the neck. Maybe you didn't know that it was normal to be slow. Maybe you didn't realize that we were not going to quickly zip right up the hill. Maybe you were thinking that the traffic was more like 10pm rather than 9am when you stepped on the gas and REAR-ENDED ME! Maybe you were just too busy freaking out ...

Paul Moyer could have never broken down a story like that.

You can go here to read the article , but I don't really think words are necessary for this. Thanks to Shauna who knows me too well and sent me the article.

Ackward Teen - "But moooommmm, I don't wanna bring my banana guard to school." Mom - "You keep complaining that your fruit gets bruised when you take it for lunch. If you just would carry the lunch box like I told you to, you wouldn't have to." Ackward Teen - "But lunchboxes are lame. Only little kids have those." Mom - "Yeah, well they don't have bruised bananas, now do they?" Aaaannnnnnddd scene! S eriously though, check out these new banana guards . Courtesy of Geekologie .

I feel like I see this baby everywhere! Why must you follow me to whatever supermarket I go, peering out from the aisles w/ your big baby mayonnaise eyes!? Who buys this? Stop putting mayonnaise on everything! Blahh ! And look, I'm not the only one who feels this way. Look, I'm all for a little mayo on my sammiches and in some potato/mac salad, but know when to say when, people. Bottom line: Mayonnaise shrimp w/ candied walnuts - yay ! Mayo- gartia - boo! They're going to take over the world! "He's coming right at us! (runs & jumps thru window) Aaaaaggghhh !" - Lloyd Bridges in Airplane