Me Harassing Other Bloggers

Not being content to harass only my own readers, I decided to interview Scott over at Under Construction in hopes of also offending his viewers as well.

I'd say by the David Bowie and Mick Jagger photo as well as excessive Muppet inquiries, I was successful.

TequilaCon Just Got A Whole Lot More Interesting

Some mothers are just that cool. More pictures here.

Oh I'm Sorry, I Thought It Was..Ya Know...Spring

Or maybe Snow is the new Daffodil...

Friction Hates Sexiness

I bought me some crazy hot shoes last week. Like the kind of shoes that when you wear them you get the feeling that even Jesus is looking down and saying "Damn son, nice shoes."

They're that sexy.

The problem is that they are so sexy that even the laws of physics are jealous. You see even the soles of these shoes radiate absolute beauty (i.e. they have no traction). This presents me with a problem in that the friction I need to walk refuses to have anything to do with the new hotness that are my shoes...





So what the hell do I do now? Someone told me I should put masking tape on the bottoms to help with the grip. Another someone advised me to find a nice rough curb and go scuff up the bottoms until they weren't so slippery. Right...and while I'm at it I'll go use a crayon on the Mona Lisa and three hole punch the Magna Carta. I'm going to choose to believe that these people were so overcome with envy for my uber yummy foot wear that their brains ceased working which resulted in the blasphemous suggestions to actually deface the hottest pair of shoes to ever exist. Ever. In the history of all shoes male and female. Through the entire Universe. Yes, even alien footwear that probably allows for simultaneous arch support and cosmic peace with a side of onion rings. These shoes really are better than that. Really.

So Close, And Yet So Far

Looks like no house for Dustin and KJ.

The sellers took one look at our counter offer and decided to go with the other bid they had received. :( On the one hand I'm glad we stuck our guns and didn't go above the price we'd originally agreed on. On the other hand we both really wanted that house. In the end though I'm pretty sure we've got the best bargaining tool in this market, and that would time. We can afford to wait for new stuff to come on the market and for prices to drop, so in the long run I'm not all that worried.

Still, it was a sweet house.

Thanks for all the warm wishes yesterday.

I Think I've Finally Lost It

I just offered someone nearly $300,000 for their house.

oh.mah.gawd.

*UPDATE* 8:17am

Realtor just called. Seller wants to verify our lender info. Holy shit, I think this could actually happen.

I repeat (and this time in larger font)

OH.MAH.GAAAWWWWDDDD.

*UPDATE* 3:23 pm

So the sellers put in a counter offer a little while ago which KJ and I weren't too thrilled about. I think we're gonna put in our own counter offer and if they don't like it, we're gonna walk.

Bittersweet

I had this totally inspiring post all ready about how I actually managed to swing air fare to the east coast which means I am indeed going to be attending TequilaCon'08 in May. However the wind has been chased from my sails by the news that Brandon will not be able to attend this year.

There is not a frowny faced emoticon large enough to convey how this makes me feel.

I will go. I will eat cheesesteaks, and ice cream, and tater tots. And if they don't have tater tots I will tell them to go to hell or at least to Idaho (which is kind of the same thing...except they have tater tots). I will drink. And then I will drink some more, but then someone will remind me that I'm the Rick Astley of inebriation only that no one thinks my one-hit-wonder status is good enough to trick their friends into watching. I will don fake tattoos and smiles.

But at the appointed time I will stop. I will seek my brethern and my sistern and with out curly powers combined, we will pour one out for the homiest of homies. And while the irony of that act won't be lost on us, neither will the meaning of it be lost on him.

Content

They say that it's not about how many blogs you comment on or how dope your layout is.  They say it doesn't matter how you monitor your stats or how risque your flickr badge is.  They say no one really gives a damn about your masthead.

They say you just need to have good content.

Kinda like a Field of Dreams for the internet..."Write it, and they will come out of the digital cornstalks of the blogosphere."

My problem is that my standards are too high.

Example 1:  I could write about the guy that showed up in gorilla suit and a pink tutu at work today and proceeded to sing a dirty song about his "banana" to a co-worker.  Except I didn't get any pictures, so blah.

Example 2:  I could elaborate on how Google's April Fools joke about their pairing with Sir Richard Branson to lead a team to colonize Mars would actually be the most bad ass move ever, but that might just come across as more Google worship.

Example 3:  I could post pictures from when I had my back waxed pre-honeymoon, but ultimately that's content I don't need to come back and bite me in the left butt cheek 20 years from now when I'm attempting to lecture my children on the importance of internet privacy. 


::sigh:: 

Blogging.  Thou art a cruel mistress.