Sports!

I've been to more sports in the last couple of weeks than I think my entire life. Don't get me wrong, it's been fun all the way except for the end of the one Red Sox game at Safeco field where the ... um how many were there? ... oh yeah 6 Mariner fans decided to taunt us on the way out of the stadium. You have to feel sorry for them in a way because they were taunting us from last place in their division. Last. Whatever.

I'm really becoming a Storm fan. I got Jen a tshirt last night and I know all the players of the perfect storm and I'm starting to get pissed at the refs some. A sure sign of fandom.

My only complaint? The food. It's tasty and all but man it gets old. It's like being a magic convention that started on Thursday and on Sunday someone has the nerve to look at you and say, "pick a card." Magic conventions have been described to me as like eating too much chocolate cake. Like that. So on the like 12th hot dog or hamburger I'd consumed in such a short amount of time I started to think about all the cash I'd laid out for that crappy food. Stadium Pricing is from the Latin word: Condominium which means to over charge for no reason.

Aside from the food our flurry of sporting events has been awesome. We had a great time last night with Mo and Lindsey and the kids.

Next up on my list of things to do that I had to go through ticket master for is the :20 comedy festival. This is the 4th and I haven't missed one yet.

I think maybe we should move to a condo

All signs are pointing that way. First I went to a mortgage planner today to talk rates and shit and he wanted to sell me life insurance. Do I look stupid to you? Do *I* look stupid to *you*?

Scariest part of that is when they are working the speech it sounds good but luckily my little known chakra (yes I only have one left the rest were removed forcibly through my ass) is the skepticus which makes one distrustful and wanting more evidence and seeing this from in the correct light.

Actually I want to get away from House. Not the house but House the show.

Why? If you've seen it no explanation is needed and if you haven't then why should I deny you the same suck-mega-tacular season ender they had. Seriously no spoilers but as the used to say on In Living Color, "HATED IT." While were on the subject of BAD TV. Bones. The finale only came in a close second for suckatude behind house. Maybe it's cause the writers had all that time off and they didn't really get to close their arcs so instead the just pissed on the fire and hoped it would go out.

Where is Fire Marshall Bill when you need him?

YACB

That stands for Yet Another Combo Post.

The Corn chip/ Zesty salsa new combo flavor showed up at the local 7-11. I'm guessing it's more test marketing. I ate a few of them last night while Jen and I watched Top Chef (season 3) with a can of Sprite. (You have to cleanse your palette! duh.)

They aren't really much to write home about. So I won't.

How do I love the office?

So I am not talking about my office. I'm talking about The Office.

I'm not sure I can take hour episodes without having a fit. They are used to getting all the laughs in a 1/2 hour and I'm convinced when they give them an hour to play with they don't space it out at all. They just keep hammering away until I can't sit anymore.

When the new HR lady thought Kevin was "Special" and treated him as such and Kevin continued to just play it as Kevin which just kept it going, I actually cried. Let's not mention Michael's song.

Jen was pissed (as was the entire nation) at Andy for messing up Jim's proposal.

Mall Rats

Jen and I just finished watching Mallrats by Kevin Smith.

I'm sorry to say I've wasted my whole life up until now. Wasted.

South Carolina!

So I've started doing the 50 state quarters collection. It's my contribution to the economy. OK not really. I've been looking for SC for a while so I could complete the year 2000. I got it today in change for lunch.

How geeked out is J.R.? Well now I have a little piece of paper and I carry it around so when I see quarters I know which ones I need. Next two big ones on the hit list are Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Where is Tony Soprano when you need a favor?

Moving Day!

So today at work I'm moving buildings again. Unfortunately I'm leaving my palatial triangular office in what I called the green house and moving to a boring rectangular office on the second floor of a boring building with a lame cafe... doh.

The Ivory era comes to an abrupt end

I have used Ivory soap for a long time. How long? I can't actually say, but I'm pretty sure it's been longer than a decade. See I bought like a costco size of it before I moved to this house and this morning I unwrapped the last bar. Ivory soap is marketed as very pure. It's just soap. No smell, no color, no Irish chick waiting for you by a waterfall to jump you because you smell so nice. Nothing. It's just soap.

I think because of this it lasts a long time. It makes sense that if I were making soap (not that I make soap. I don't. Not my thing really.) and I don't mean small decorative soaps you give as gifts at holiday times. (Also I don't make soap like that or at all. No soap making here.) I mean commercial soap making like Proctor and god from whom I purchased this soap. I wouldn't want it to last. I'd want it wither away in the water just as quickly as possible so that my dirty customer (I wonder what kind of porno hits I'm going to get for the phrase, "Dirty Customer.") would need to replace his bar of soap pronto. Ivory fucking lasts. I swear I've been pulling that soap out of the closet for years. Years. Each bar lasting a long time. Yes I wash with it. Shut up. Durable fucking soap. I liked my durable, clean, and pure Ivory.

Until today. Today when it hit the water it went from it's pure white soapness to something evil. Something almost unspeakable. Something, in short, gross. It very quickly developed, like a cheap horror movie, brown spots. Big brown spots. Big brown nasty spots on the soap.

It was like I rinsed off the pure coating of good to uncover the diet coke of evil under it. Soap with brown spots is nasty.

What did I do? I pitched it. No I didn't wash with it. Instead I used what was left of the penultimate Ivory bar aka the Last Soap Chip (soon to be a movie from Touchstone Pictures).

The ultimate solution to my brown soap issue besides a lot of therapy? Jen so kindly bought me a few bars of dial from target. Three to be exact. Not a decade worth, because Soap goes bad.

Who knew?

Combos follow up

OK so the other flavor is bacon egg and cheese biscuit.

Did I try them? Yes.
Did I hate them? Yes.
Did the bag smell like dog treats when I opened it? Yes.
Did I like them? At first I only sorta disliked them. As time wore on I ate about 1/4 of the bag and they got worse and worse as I ate. I had Sam throw them away way before I was 1/2 done.

Did I experience after taste? Yes.
Am I thinking right now about how good pepto sounds? um you go ahead and guess, I'm gonna go look for the pleasnt pink bottle.

I like pie

I also like twitter. I think twitter takes the blogging out of me incrementally so I don't end up blogging. This is an excuse. Do you see that?

I do. Do you care? I didn't think so.

Do I? No.