The other day, I pulled up to the drive through at McDonalds and saw that they had some new fancy photography on their menu:
Category: Stupid Things
Hitler Weighs in on the BYU Loss
For those readers who aren’t Utahns (50% of you), you should know that the BYU/Utah rivalry game is a pretty big deal… and this year’s was supposed to be ultra-tight.
…And my team lost. Here’s Hitler’s reaction, which pretty much sums up my feelings:
Wood Paneling
Today, in order to distract you from your civic duty, I would like to call your mind back to a different age – a more nostalgic time. A time of ice cream trucks, 9 to 5 jobs, and eating at home. A time of “Lassie” and “Leave it to Beaver.”
Yes, indeed, a time of wood paneling on cars.
Eight Things
While I was on vacation, Megan tagged me to do this little thingy… so… I might be late to the party, but here I go nonetheless…
Guest Blog: Tip Jar
Is it just me, or has the “tip jar” custom developed into a practice that is completely out of control? It seems to be that no matter where I turn there is someone there with a tip jar waiting for me to give them extra money for doing a job for which I just paid them.
Please don’t get me wrong. It is not that I am cheap (contrary to what W.E. may think). I often tip waiters at least 20 percent if there service is above and beyond and they are attentive to my needs. I just don’t understand why I should tip the little asian girl who spoons in my two items along with my fried rice and lo-mein noodles into the little styrofoam tray. I think I actually take more steps than her as i walk back and forth in front of the glass covered steam table trying to decide what my two items will be. We then walk together to the register where I pay and she puts the container in a plastic bag with a big red smiley face on it. If I beg and smile she will put two soy sauce packets in the bag with a napkin and plastic fork but I don’t think she is really happy about it. What can I say? One packet is not enough to bring the fried rice back to life. But I digress. There, in front of the register, is a tip jar. I just don’t see what service has been rendered that warrants a tip.
Google AdWords Sucks!
Frequenters of the WhiteEyebrows Blog may have noticed that, a few weeks ago, some nifty Google Ads started to creep up on my site. This was not a result of Google’s merciless monopolization and commoditization of each and every corner of the inter-web, as you might be thinking…. This is an example of my own merciless commoditization of every corner of my life…
How else am I going to retire by the time I’m 40? It actually all goes back to the Snow Cone Stand, really… but that’s another blog. I hope YFC will one day write a guest blog about it… Continue reading Google AdWords Sucks!
I’m 420 Unfriendly
A few days ago, I was engaging in a new sport that my older brother introduced me to: personal ad perusal.
Before you get the wrong idea, let me explain this sport… it’s not that you peruse the personal ads to actually find someone to date. You peruse the personal ads to:
- see if you know anyone in there (this works super well in smaller cities like we’re from)
- to laugh at the desperate people when you see how many different ways they can come up with to say “I’m not attractive, but super fun to hang around with”
Now back to our regularly scheduled blog… I was participating in this sport when I ran across the phrase “I’m 420 friendly.” Not knowing what this meant, I turned directly to the font of all knowledge and truth: Google.
Come to find out, “420” is a numerical euphemism for marajuana use.
Memory Lane – More Useless Stuff About Me
I have decided that I need to participate in more posting of useless information about myself. Of this week’s posts, the one with the most views, most comments, and most enjoyment was the one where I (against my will) wrote random stuff about myself that most of you already knew.
But, alas, you’d rather hear me make up stuff about myself to sound interesting rather than pontificate on other extremely weighty, philosophical matters. (Good on you, I would too… some of my posts go way overboard and are far too long…)
So here goes “tagging” exercise #2. This one sounds fun, cause it involves you…
- Leave, as a comment to this post, one memory you have of me.
- It doesn’t matter if you know me a little or a lot, you must comment. I am not posting another thing until there are an obscene number of comments on this post.
- If you don’t know me at all, make something up. Creativity counts. I make up half the stuff I put on this blog anyway, so why should you be bound by honesty? (extra points if you can fool others into believing that your fake memory was actually real)
- Don’t post anything you wouldn’t say to my face, or to my mother’s face, cause both faces will eventually read your comments…
Good luck!
I Promised Myself I’d Never Do This…
I swore I would never do these little things where people “tag” you on their blog. But when Annike tagged me, I figured, what the heck. I can cave to peer pressure just as good as the other guy…
So here it is… the lame getting to know random things about a person in short sentences…