A while back, Spam seemed to know me a little too well. Let’s see how familiar it is with me today. A sampling of subject lines: I was just on my cam.. where did you go Well, “Bekki,” I actually just got to my computer…wait, how do you know when I’m at my computer? I’m 19, Want to see me in my dorm? Right, and walk all the way from visitor parking during the summer. Not likely. ...
A WikiHow article on How to Detect Lies. My problem with the article? I do almost all of these, all the time. It’s called being nervous. For instance, #5 points out which direction a person is likely to look if they are telling the truth. I don’t care which direction I’m looking, I’m just looking away so I won’t think the person is staring at me. :) Link courtesy of Lifehacker. Great blog, by the way. ...
Just got back from a great vacation at the beach on Oak Island, NC. I kept a short journal of the trip, so at some point I might bore you all with it. :) Saw a baseball game when we got back. First excursion to the DBAP. A good place to see a ball game. Now we need to hit the GSO Hoppers’ First Horizon Park some time. I’ve been curious about it ever since we first drove past it while visiting my mom. ...
Just what it sounds like. My favorites: Link courtesy of Bureau 42
You know, in my day we didn’t have all these fancy, new-fangled meditation rooms and Zen gardens in the student center. ;) I’m hoping the picture is stock, though, because it ends up looking like a small dark corner: When I was going to UNCG, back in the days of flannel shirts and grunge – which fit right in with my love of plaid and not shaving – the quietest spot on campus was the Weatherspoon Art Gallery. Only problem was that you would occasionally feel a little weird if you were just writing a letter and a serious art lover came in. ...
That was the sound of the evening in our household, when one of our smoke detectors decided it needed a new battery. The unfortunate part was that we’re fairly new homeowners, so I’m still figuring out some of the things most people my age already know, like rhythmic beeping means new battery. Luckily, the smoke detector company thought of people like me when they put the instructions inside the case, right where you can see them when you’re trying to figure out how to disconnect and smash the beeping devil. ...
Kissing Suzy Kolber teaches Trash Talking 301. If the NFL were actually like this, I’d want all the players miked. :) “Excuse me, sir. Was it your responsibility to prevent me from catching the pigskin on that play? I’m not sure whom to address, as none of your allies were in my field of vision whilst I raced untouched to the end zone.” “I do say, your first-born son bears my likeness.” ...
I’m a bad Web guy, because I haven’t been really keeping track of the search terms leading people to this blog lately, since almost all of them seem to involve Jackie Manuel or Jawad Williams. However, I just happened to notice one special search term of which I am so proud: stargate boobs girl Stargate boobs girl indeed, my friend. ;) Update: Oddly enough, I’m very low on Google (4th page) for that combination of words. But now that I know what my audience wants… ...
In today’s chronicles of men who are far more manly than the rest of us could hope to be, we have Tom Boyle, who lifted the front end of a car off a pinned 18-year-old cyclist, rescuing him. Here’s one of the things Boyle had to say afterwards: “That boy really impressed me with how composed he was. He was pouring blood everywhere, and he kept saying he didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. He even said thank you to me, and that blew my mind.” ...
Dr. Strange’s fighting technique appears to have been designed to cause serious self-inflicted wrist injury. For anyone who’s wondering about the title, here’s a list of Dr. Strange’s sorcerous phrases. Personally, I think he was making a lot of them up. ;)