For years my parents struggled with an uncharacteristically stubborn little boy on eating his vegetables. The older, wiser version of himself would like to apologize. It took awhile, but he finally came around. Listed below are the top 5 things that they heard plenty of and the top 5 things they probably thought they would never here him say...but might be glad he's saying now.
5. -12 year-old Josh "Two sides? Can I get two scoops of mashed potatoes?"
-25 year-old Josh "Two sides? I think I will go with the steamed vegetables and Cesar salad."
4. -12 year-old Josh "I like my bratwurst plain."
-25 year-old Josh "Could you pass the sauerkraut?"
3. -12 year-old Josh "The roast is my favorite part of the roast."
-25 year-old Josh "The carrots and onions are my favorite part of the roast." (apology extended to Brandon on this one as well)
2. -12 year-old Josh "Couldn't I just have a hot dog?"
-25 year-old Josh "Honey, do we have any broccoli for the stir fry?"
1. -12 year-old Josh "This would be really good with some cheese."
-25 year-old Josh "This would be really good with some tomatoes, capers, and green onions."
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
College Imagery 2
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Personal Ad For An Evil Overlord
Evil Overlord seeking companionship...
I am tall, handsome, and admittedly a little on the dark side. I am a self-amused individual, one who practices moon-walking in the office bathroom and uses The Force to open the automatic doors at the grocery store. I enjoy listening to the newest Taylor Swift album and find that mowing the lawn gives me the sense of completion I have been longing for. I am seeking companionship after the loss of my master, Emperor Darth Sidious. Must love Reservoir Dogs. Call 829-4392-4302, or email at dvader@deathstar.com
I am tall, handsome, and admittedly a little on the dark side. I am a self-amused individual, one who practices moon-walking in the office bathroom and uses The Force to open the automatic doors at the grocery store. I enjoy listening to the newest Taylor Swift album and find that mowing the lawn gives me the sense of completion I have been longing for. I am seeking companionship after the loss of my master, Emperor Darth Sidious. Must love Reservoir Dogs. Call 829-4392-4302, or email at dvader@deathstar.com
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
CAD Art In Real Life
Monday, February 9, 2009
A Wii Bit Sore
Sore is the word of the morning...sore back, sore arms, sore hips, etc. I had a full weekend of tennis, baseball, boxing, and bowling...all courtesy of the fine people at Nintendo. Damn Wii Sports.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Conerning Malls
The one thing I hate more than spending over forty-five minutes at the mall are those vendors that are in the middle walkway. "Would you like me to put some lotion on for you?" she'll say. Or, "Do you want to try some almonds?" And my favorite, "Yo bro, what kind of cell phone you got on?" Let me ignore the obvious grammatical mistakes that are ruining the youth of today and say that these guys get to me. The guys with gel-spiked hair and far too much Red Bull. Just the other day one of them caught me off guard and when I relented and showed him my phone you'd have thought I pulled out my Zack Morris on him (that's what she said). His eyes got big and a smirk grew on his face. And what was the brilliant, genius, charismatic sales pitch that he gave me..."Oh man, does that thing even have a CAMERA on it bro? What's that about?"
No, it does not...and stop ending your sentences with prepositions...bro.
No, it does not...and stop ending your sentences with prepositions...bro.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Adultism
How to know you're an adult: Not yet two years removed, you call up your buddy from college and talk to him for two hours until 12:00 AM on the following issues:
--current mortgage rate/term issues accompanied by spreadsheet analysis
--Health insurance premium fluctuation
--Preferential terms on credit that warrant Reg. O violations in banks
I'm old...
--current mortgage rate/term issues accompanied by spreadsheet analysis
--Health insurance premium fluctuation
--Preferential terms on credit that warrant Reg. O violations in banks
I'm old...
Monday, January 26, 2009
The Cake
Sometimes they bring cake. It represents the anniversary of an individuals employment with the company, and usually is accompanied by a speech by both parties. What was usually a 24" x 18" behemoth of a chocolate baked good was today replaced by a quaint, round 12" carrot cake. My first thought was, "Man, I really wish I had an IPA on hand." (see October 8, 2008 post).
My second thought was, "Hey..." quick calculation:
volume of cylinder = piR^2h = 452.39 in^3
volume of rectangle = lwh = 1296 in^3
"...that's 843.61 cubic inches less cake! A decrease of 65%."
But upon further thought and calculation, I figured my intake, assuming equal division of cake, would be a 6" x 6" brick slab of chocolate, versus a modest, manageable 3" wedge of carrot.
My arteries thanked me in advance for my due diligence.
My second thought was, "Hey..." quick calculation:
volume of cylinder = piR^2h = 452.39 in^3
volume of rectangle = lwh = 1296 in^3
"...that's 843.61 cubic inches less cake! A decrease of 65%."
But upon further thought and calculation, I figured my intake, assuming equal division of cake, would be a 6" x 6" brick slab of chocolate, versus a modest, manageable 3" wedge of carrot.
My arteries thanked me in advance for my due diligence.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sometime...
The song was written for him...7 years too late, for a quondam version of himself that he no longer cared to know. The melancholy words resonated all the same, however, and the song became surreal. He was standing under those bar lights, seeing his reflection in the mirrors, trying to remember to forget again. Forget what the lyrics were saying, thoughts that had traversed time to finally reach his ears. The past became the present, and the song, it was about him...but it had yet to be written.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Should I...
I thought it was just a glitch in the matrix, the title "Should I Stay or Should I Go" was stuck on my screen. But every time I clicked on the link the words, "Sorry, the blog you were looking for does not exist," appeared. A little part of my day is less eventful now...
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