Shaq Vs.

Shaq "I used to play quarterback when I was little"
Roethlisberger "When were you little?"



The sports announcers are ludicrously fantastic supporting roles and the sideline babe adds authenticity to the farce. Thanks Carissa!

Thanks to JC for the tip.

Tobey Maguire films on location in Seattle

recent findings in a gentrified neighborhood

Observation:

The Echo Tap is a public house located near the Badger Bus depot. There is a bench near the front entrance which is frequently populated by the homeless/the homeless-looking. The bar seems to thrive during all hours - including the late morning. There are a large number of middle aged persons stumbling in, out, and near the establishment.

Hypothesis:

Based on the outward appearance of the public house, it can be inferred that the place is sketchy as fuck and is probably best avoided.

Experiment:

Two subjects, Slider (Subject A.qW) and j.patrick (Subject 42), consumed two alcoholic beverages at the dwelling of Subject 42. After consumption, the subjects walked approximately 40 paces to the site of the experiment.

Upon entering, subjects requested an alcoholic beverage from a bar tend. The subjects explored the area and discovered a pool table and dart boards on the second floor of the establishment. During the two hour experiment, the subjects played several games of pool and purchased additional beverages.

Discussion:

The interior was much different than what the exterior appearance would dictate. During the experiment, the subjects were adequately entertained and intoxicated.

Conclusion:

The hypothesis fails. The Echo Tap is the new Old Fashioned.

The Pesto of Cities

Well its been 2 full days in seattle and I thought I'd give some quick first impressions. I'll just go ahead and say it, the first thing I've noticed is lots and lots of cute asians(!).

Also they have tons of kick-ass restaurants. Here's my Phở I'm eating (right now!). MMMMMM.

Another thing I've noticed is the pure hipness of the city. No offense Madison, but here in Seattle we have 3, that's right 3 American Apparel Locations. There are so many hip people walking around. Today I saw some guys in the U-district who were so cool, I'm pretty sure they ejaculate ice-cold PBR.

That's it for now.

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Sin-Sin Natti

So I was all up in the Cincinnati this week. After three days, I have pretty mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

First off, CVG is actually in Kentucky. From what I hear, the best parts of Cincinnati are also in Kentucky (colloquially known as Cincitucky). It was part quaint collegy bar town and part Baltimore ghetto. It sorta reminded me of a less sprawling, not quite so industrial Milwaukee.

Evening 1 - arrive at hotel, shocked to find a Springhill Suite that is in awesome conditions. Showers have three faucets, one main head and two jets, eat your hear out bitches. No room service/restaurant, who needs it - full bar. nice.

Leave hotel, go to college bar area. Quaint restaurants, boutiques, and bars. Pizza at The Tavern on the Hill - pretty good food for a place that is bumpin' Brothers-style. Sleep.

Day 2 - work 14 hours. Dinner at Mitchell's Seafood Market at Newport on the Levee (Newport, aka Cincitucky). Crab cake and shrimp - that's what ohio does. Not bad, tried a Cincinnati local brew, some sort of amber, nothing to write home about.

Day 3 - sorta get lost on way to work. Stop to pull out GPS and get back on track. Stage left, a hooker enters. "Boy, whatchoo doin'?" Silence. "Roll on boys. ROLL ON." I roll up the window and quickly drive out. Work again. Dinner at Skyline Chili, apparently world famous chili chain in Cincinnati. I mean, it was pretty sweet, chili on f'ing everything - dogs, fries, salad. I went with the standard 4. Served on noodles, like Old Fashioned - interesting?

Day 4 - last day at work, verify directions prior to departure to ensure there won't be another hooker incident. Work more, then drive to airport. Shift/flight time don't align well - 3 hours til departure. Food at Max and Erma's in CVG. Reuben, mmmhhh. Tried a local Kentucky beer, again, nothing to write home about.

I'd consider going back sometime. My favorite part was driving into the city. From the airport, the country is like the rest of Kentucky or Tennessee, it's a pretty drive. The city itself is pretty cool driving into, especially over the bridge from the airport.

good times. shout out to the hooker.

It's been a while.

Oh TBR, much like MKDC before you, it looks like you're going the way of the long-term work project.

You know, that one where you start off really gung-ho, but the then slowly loose excitement for once you realize how much work it entails.

Or a power hour. We'll start drinking and loling, but after 30 minutes, we're more or less drunk and ready to pass out or go to the bars.

Or like chili I had the other day. I was super pumped to eat it and inhaled it quickly, but then was less enthusiastic when it came time to poop.

What's happened to us TBR? I feel like we've lost touch, like a couple who spend too much time working that they grow apart and one day realize they have nothing left in common, so they get divorced and split the kids up and the dad moves into some sleazy apartment while the mom slowly loses herself in martini three by the end of lunch.

Is it really that we have nothing left to say? I think not. What's the issue then? Go fuck yourself TBR, grow a pair and give me a call sometime. bitch.