http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Music/07/24/kings.of.leon.pigeons/index.html?hpt=T2
I just read a quick story about the Kings of Leon being forced off stage because a bunch of pigeons were shitting on them from the rafters. Comes to show that pigeons may be much smarter than we ever thought! Well, at least we now know they don't like terrible music. Cheers!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
You Can Name Private Roads
One of our friends Corbin had a shrimp boil last weekend in Wendell (pronounced "Windle"), NC, outside of Raleigh town.
I've been through Windle before to buy my pool table off some dude on craigs list, and I can tell you that as far as I've seen, there are parts that earn the designation of special.
Anyway, I've learned that if you live on a private road, just you, you've got the right to name your road, and I guess within certain boundaries, the man can't do a damn thing about it.
That being said, Jensen and I got lost and came across one of life's little gems. On the way home I had to snap a shot of this road name. I beg of you, PLEASE try to find a better one; that's a challenge.
I've been through Windle before to buy my pool table off some dude on craigs list, and I can tell you that as far as I've seen, there are parts that earn the designation of special.
Anyway, I've learned that if you live on a private road, just you, you've got the right to name your road, and I guess within certain boundaries, the man can't do a damn thing about it.
That being said, Jensen and I got lost and came across one of life's little gems. On the way home I had to snap a shot of this road name. I beg of you, PLEASE try to find a better one; that's a challenge.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Gentlemen, J-Town Still Stands
Those who didn't go to school with me need not read this first part.
Recognize this house?
We had to go to a wedding in Burlington this weekend, so a quick detour to check out J-Town, our house during senior year of college, was a given. It got it's name J-town because of the simple fact that it's so J.
Allow me to give you a quick outdoor-guided tour of the place.
Right under the front porch window is where you would've seen a black couch a few years ago. I can't be sure, but I can only guess the couch was originally brought into town by Pat McCauly. Without exaggeration, it was literally the ugliest and most uncomfortable couch I've ever seen or sat on, and will likely remain champion forever, or until I die, whichever comes first. Pat, if you read this, I always wanted to know--what made you pull the trigger on that couch, and not whichever one was sitting next to it at the furniture store? Sure it served it's purpose, but I don't think I would've taken it if someone paid me what was on the price tag.
Right behind that window is where you would've seen the indoor couch that was broken and fallen into itself on it's left side. The window with the maroon shutters was Cory's (Babe #1's). That was his layer where he'd spend countless hours talking to babe #2 with the door shut. Right behind the roof shingles above the front porch you'd find my room: the uninsulated attic. Far too hot in the summer and early fall, far too cold in the winter. Juuuust right in late October and early November. The only place I could stand up without hitting my head was in the middle of the room. Getting there required climbing a ladder, the bottom of which was in Pat's room, which became Dooley's room half way through the year.
You can't really see it in much detail, but the giant tree coming up over the right chimney was the walnut tree that we all parked under. We hadn't put two and two together to figure out that it was the walnuts falling that put all the dents in our cars. Pat figured it out after a cracked windshield. The insurance claim agent came out and assessed it, and he got a new windshield. No less than two weeks later, Pat parked under the tree again. The tree saw a brand new windshield under it and aimed, fired, and delivered. This time, insurance decided not to pay for it.
Finally, though you can't see it, the backyard is where Darren took a dirt nap on a cornhole board in the pouring rain, while Owen and I stood on the back deck with an umbrella, seeing who could peg him the most number of beers.
Standing in lieu of the hideous couch:
The wedding was a good time; it was in Mebane, and with that comes some pretty special perks. For one, it was the first time I had ice cold Natty lights at a reception. Secondly, I started eating what I thought was a piece of beef wrapped in bacon, only to learn that they were chicken livers. I convinced a few others that they were in fact beef, and they nearly threw up after trying them. That's Grant 1; the others 0.
Here's Jensen and I for good measure, and she looks awesome.
Recognize this house?
We had to go to a wedding in Burlington this weekend, so a quick detour to check out J-Town, our house during senior year of college, was a given. It got it's name J-town because of the simple fact that it's so J.
Allow me to give you a quick outdoor-guided tour of the place.
Right under the front porch window is where you would've seen a black couch a few years ago. I can't be sure, but I can only guess the couch was originally brought into town by Pat McCauly. Without exaggeration, it was literally the ugliest and most uncomfortable couch I've ever seen or sat on, and will likely remain champion forever, or until I die, whichever comes first. Pat, if you read this, I always wanted to know--what made you pull the trigger on that couch, and not whichever one was sitting next to it at the furniture store? Sure it served it's purpose, but I don't think I would've taken it if someone paid me what was on the price tag.
Right behind that window is where you would've seen the indoor couch that was broken and fallen into itself on it's left side. The window with the maroon shutters was Cory's (Babe #1's). That was his layer where he'd spend countless hours talking to babe #2 with the door shut. Right behind the roof shingles above the front porch you'd find my room: the uninsulated attic. Far too hot in the summer and early fall, far too cold in the winter. Juuuust right in late October and early November. The only place I could stand up without hitting my head was in the middle of the room. Getting there required climbing a ladder, the bottom of which was in Pat's room, which became Dooley's room half way through the year.
You can't really see it in much detail, but the giant tree coming up over the right chimney was the walnut tree that we all parked under. We hadn't put two and two together to figure out that it was the walnuts falling that put all the dents in our cars. Pat figured it out after a cracked windshield. The insurance claim agent came out and assessed it, and he got a new windshield. No less than two weeks later, Pat parked under the tree again. The tree saw a brand new windshield under it and aimed, fired, and delivered. This time, insurance decided not to pay for it.
Finally, though you can't see it, the backyard is where Darren took a dirt nap on a cornhole board in the pouring rain, while Owen and I stood on the back deck with an umbrella, seeing who could peg him the most number of beers.
Standing in lieu of the hideous couch:
The wedding was a good time; it was in Mebane, and with that comes some pretty special perks. For one, it was the first time I had ice cold Natty lights at a reception. Secondly, I started eating what I thought was a piece of beef wrapped in bacon, only to learn that they were chicken livers. I convinced a few others that they were in fact beef, and they nearly threw up after trying them. That's Grant 1; the others 0.
Here's Jensen and I for good measure, and she looks awesome.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Checking in...
Haven't done much blog wise lately. It's wedding season- between May and June we've got 4 weddings to go to. Currently two down and two to go. I've been way too busy with terrible things like open bars and good food. Life will soon return to normalcy and I'm gonna get some quality beach time in July - Carolina Beach / Kure Beach over the 4th for a long weekend and I should be in the Outer Banks two weeks later; parents are gonna be at the place and I'm making sure I will be too.
I'm really excited about the idea of surfing sans wetsuit in some warm water. This is how the waves usually look in the Outer Banks during the summer time:
Awesome!
I'm happy as long as the waves are big enough to ride. As you can see, Fort Fisher is the choice location for barrels at Carolina Beach, south of Wilmington. Here's Corbin taking on a world record:
I figured out if you kneel down really far, just about any wave can be shoulder high, including this beast...I barely made the drop:
And the Jack dog ensuring the safety of all swimmers:
Speaking of Jack, in case you didn't know, he sleeps in my shower. That's right, he crawls into the shower and lays down every night. If the shower door is shut, he'll stand there with his head against the door and whine. When he sleeps upside down, his snoring sounds really weird - the first time I heard it, I stumbled out of bed around 3AM, flicked on the bathroom light, and this is what I saw:
I'm really excited about the idea of surfing sans wetsuit in some warm water. This is how the waves usually look in the Outer Banks during the summer time:
Awesome!
I'm happy as long as the waves are big enough to ride. As you can see, Fort Fisher is the choice location for barrels at Carolina Beach, south of Wilmington. Here's Corbin taking on a world record:
I figured out if you kneel down really far, just about any wave can be shoulder high, including this beast...I barely made the drop:
And the Jack dog ensuring the safety of all swimmers:
Speaking of Jack, in case you didn't know, he sleeps in my shower. That's right, he crawls into the shower and lays down every night. If the shower door is shut, he'll stand there with his head against the door and whine. When he sleeps upside down, his snoring sounds really weird - the first time I heard it, I stumbled out of bed around 3AM, flicked on the bathroom light, and this is what I saw:
Monday, May 24, 2010
Bros Icing Bros
This one courtesy of Owen -
I can't stop laughing at this. Apparently the new phenomenon is "Bros Icing Bros." Icing is when you present one of your friends (bros) with a Smirnoff Ice- they have to drop to one knee and slam it, no matter where they are or what they're doing.
Now if you are iced by some bro, and you happen to have an ice on you at the time, you can present it to them; this is an "ice block." If you ice block someone, they have to drop to one knee and take down both ices on the spot. No matter what.
Yeah, this is sort of fratty, but it's not wearing shorts shorts, croakies at night, or a Jay Cutler haircut.
It's hilarious because for one, Smirnoff ice is pretty much disgusting; imagine icing one of your bros with a warm, 24 oz Apple smirnoff, and him having to shame his name in public by dropping to a knee and taking it down. Or better yet, one of your hot shot bros ices you and you've got one on you already, ice block him, and he's gotta take both of them down. A game is a game.
Check out the links below and enjoy the scenarios- and hurry up - once it takes off mainstream it won't be as funny..
http://www.theawl.com/2010/05/guest-op-ed-why-bros-get-iced-bro
http://dealbreaker.com/2010/05/not-even-goldman-sachs-immune-from-taking-part-in-icing-phenom/#more-21291
I can't stop laughing at this. Apparently the new phenomenon is "Bros Icing Bros." Icing is when you present one of your friends (bros) with a Smirnoff Ice- they have to drop to one knee and slam it, no matter where they are or what they're doing.
Now if you are iced by some bro, and you happen to have an ice on you at the time, you can present it to them; this is an "ice block." If you ice block someone, they have to drop to one knee and take down both ices on the spot. No matter what.
Yeah, this is sort of fratty, but it's not wearing shorts shorts, croakies at night, or a Jay Cutler haircut.
It's hilarious because for one, Smirnoff ice is pretty much disgusting; imagine icing one of your bros with a warm, 24 oz Apple smirnoff, and him having to shame his name in public by dropping to a knee and taking it down. Or better yet, one of your hot shot bros ices you and you've got one on you already, ice block him, and he's gotta take both of them down. A game is a game.
Check out the links below and enjoy the scenarios- and hurry up - once it takes off mainstream it won't be as funny..
http://www.theawl.com/2010/05/guest-op-ed-why-bros-get-iced-bro
http://dealbreaker.com/2010/05/not-even-goldman-sachs-immune-from-taking-part-in-icing-phenom/#more-21291
Monday, May 17, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Some Towns Should Change their Names
Just found my favorite new town name.
Last week, a few of my coworkers and I embarked on a road trip that took me from Raleigh to Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh to White Plains, NY where we had a 3 day meeting, then up to Burlington, Vermont. I had a good time and finally got to see Vermont - which was awesome. Ended up taking a ferry across part of one of their huge lakes and drove through the mountains for a few hours on the way back. Getting into Vermont at night, we would drive nearly 20 minutes at several points without even seeing a light.
Anyway we passed through Pennsylvania from about 11PM-3AM on the last leg of the trip back to Pittsburgh. Now Pennsylvania, as you may know, has some pretty special town names.
Honorable mentions include Intercourse PA, Frackville PA (compliments of Nicole), Paradise PA (which makes the honorable mention because of the name and the fact that it's dead smack in the middle of Amish country.
My new favorite is town name, though, by a huge margin, is Shartlesville, PA. Shartlesville. It's either my ability to find humor in just about anything, my maturity level, or the fact that we'd been driving for 12 hours when we passed through the town, or maybe a combination of all of those things. That's just hilarious though. If I were mayor of Shartlesville, or anyone who had the power to do so, I'd have changed the name once urban dictionary or this movie came out.
Last week, a few of my coworkers and I embarked on a road trip that took me from Raleigh to Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh to White Plains, NY where we had a 3 day meeting, then up to Burlington, Vermont. I had a good time and finally got to see Vermont - which was awesome. Ended up taking a ferry across part of one of their huge lakes and drove through the mountains for a few hours on the way back. Getting into Vermont at night, we would drive nearly 20 minutes at several points without even seeing a light.
Anyway we passed through Pennsylvania from about 11PM-3AM on the last leg of the trip back to Pittsburgh. Now Pennsylvania, as you may know, has some pretty special town names.
Honorable mentions include Intercourse PA, Frackville PA (compliments of Nicole), Paradise PA (which makes the honorable mention because of the name and the fact that it's dead smack in the middle of Amish country.
My new favorite is town name, though, by a huge margin, is Shartlesville, PA. Shartlesville. It's either my ability to find humor in just about anything, my maturity level, or the fact that we'd been driving for 12 hours when we passed through the town, or maybe a combination of all of those things. That's just hilarious though. If I were mayor of Shartlesville, or anyone who had the power to do so, I'd have changed the name once urban dictionary or this movie came out.
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