26 Characters
Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?
I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.
Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.
So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.
The only thing you need know is that I love to write.
This five-minute animated short is clever, cute and creepy. It is perfect for the holiday season and definitely worth watching.[1]
Makes me wonder what I could have created had I continued enrolling in 3D animation classes after high school.
Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo.
Austin is such a progressive area when it comes to being Earth-conscious. I’ve changed a lot of my habits when it comes to recycling. I recycle everything. Hell, I even got made fun of the other day at work for drinking out of a mason’s jar (actually, it was a once-delicious jar of locally-made salsa).
A new permanent fixture in my apartment (besides a frugally-stocked wine rack) is a recycling bin. Paper, plastic and cans can all be recycled at my apartment complex’s trash areas.
My office also has a recycling bin next to my desk…I guess it helps working for an environmentally conscious employer.
During my first week (following the move) I purchased a domain specifically focused on propegating the ideas for becoming (buzzword in three, two, one) “greener” as a marketing company and encouraging clients and partners to follow suit.
Those familiar with hex color codes should make the connection right away. Those unfamiliar should at least be intuitive enough to figure it out by now.
In my increasing effort to improve the shape I’m in for the MS-150 I purchased a new laptop bag. You might be wondering what a laptop bag has to do with me, the MS-150 and getting into better shape.
Well, if I’m going to be riding my bike to work, then I’ll need a backpack to carry it in. It’s pretty fancy; all decked out with straps, clasps and zippers…that could also describe a dungeon master’s outfit.
Time for rest.
If I were Mr. Miyagi and I were reading this aloud, you might expect this to be about greasy pieces of potato, or my ability to catch flying insects with chopsticks. Either option not being the case, I’ll begin.
I just realized how much I appreciate the invention of the button-up fly.
As little as I actually use the mid-section’s trap door, button-up or otherwise, I would still like to extend a shake, (or two), of gratitude to the, I assume man, who created the button-up fly.
And, speaking of extending things…when was the last time you actually used a zip-up fly as directed? Why would I, or any guy, try to feed the most sensitive portion of the male body through a tight opening lined with cold metal teeth?
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
I much prefer the “up-and-over” tilt.
This is where you undo your belt, open your fly and only pull the front of your pants down, leaving your ass concealed. It is more conducive to the process and you’re less likely to leave evidence on the inseam.
Regardless of which method you use, the next time you approach the porcelain with a button-up fly, take a moment and be thankful…for the buttons.
What will this post be about?
a.) a flock of kind people named Jean
b.) cool-looking jeans
c.) sugar-coated jeans
d.) none of the above
If you guessed “d” you’re correct.
I very rarely make it home after a long day of work without dipping my forehead a little bit behind the wheel. (Probably because I work so f#cking hard.) It’s especially dangerous now that my days begin to darken at five, thanks to Benjamin Franklin’s dim idea. At least during the summertime I could roll down a window or two and get a breeze in to keep me from nodding off.
I arrived home at half-past seven and hungry as hell, which is partly why I didn’t stop at the gym. I made my way into the kitchen and made breakfast for dinner and a side salad. After demolishing a plateful of good foods, I went to my room where I found more chores.
Instead of clearing my bed of the two loads of clean laundry, I decided to add more laundry to it – the laundry I was wearing.
Superman has only wishes he could fly this well…I was completely horizontal before falling to the “whites.” Within moments my lids were closed and my shoes were off.
I still prefer pajamas for roaming around the house and under the covers, but if I’m sleeping above the comforter, (or a load of laundry), a pair of jeans like these is much more conducive to sleep. I should do it more often in my favorite pair of pants, because sweet jeans = sweet dreams.
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