Some Spring Pics

Spring time seems to really bring out some of the best tourists. Here are a couple of pictures from the last couple of days.

These pictures were taken by my friend...these people drived to drive up a walkway to on of the mountain parkin lots...as you can see they didn't make it up the walkway.

This picture was taken from my phone...this person tried to drive from the grocery store to the gas station down a walkway...they got a little stuck when they came to the stairs.

This picture isn't the most clear as it was also taken from my phone but this guy is wearing some really tight sweatpants (maybe baseball pants) and gators...so hot right now.

Spring break...love it.

Food...

...I love it!



There are two shows that I thoroughly enjoy...One is Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and the other is Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern.

Ok I will make a total confession here, I also like America's Best Dance Crew (or ABDC as we in the biz say). I hate A.C. Slater (Mario Lopez) though. This is kind of cool.

I really like Anthony Bourdain because he is a total smart *ss. He is kind of corny at times but he shows some interesting cities and definitely some interesting foods. I remember one episode where he was in Namibia and ate warthog rectum . He ate it politely in front of the people but then afterwords said that it was the worst thing he had ever eaten in his life. I like his honesty. Most often on cooking or traveling shows they try and make everything seem really tasty. He has also said that Fermented shark in Iceland was terrible; it is shark that has essentially rotted and is then marinated in lactic acid for six months.

The other food show that I really enjoy is Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern. He is also totally corny but he is very entertaining. I also really like the commercials for the show. Andrew Zimmern has definitely also eaten some interesting foods. Some of the foods he has eaten include haggis, nutria, balut, goose intestines, coconut grubs, callos (blood sausage and tripe casserole), fruit bats, and a still-beating frog heart. He is also willing to admit when a food tastes terrible. If you wanted to make his show into a drinking game it would be pretty easy. All you would have to do is take a shot everytime he takes a bite of food and tilts his head, closes his eyes, and goes "mmm." By my calculations you would take roughly 11 shots per episode. An easy way to get drunk in an hour.

On the topic of food, I love goat cheese.

And this.

James Franco is pretty funny.

Last one.

Ok that was gonna be the last one but for Danny and Tanner who love Freaks and Geeks....here.

Shoot, I hate youtube videos that are longer than 30 seconds but this is for Tanner.

MSNger at work

OR: Best Conversation Ever

tanner says:
(i)
tanner says:
diet dr. pepper margaritas!
SarahJ says:
?
SarahJ says:
omfg
SarahJ says:
wait
SarahJ says:
how
SarahJ says:
what
SarahJ says:
who
SarahJ says:
WHAAAA?!
tanner says:
i just queefed a little
SarahJ says:
i just queefed a lot
tanner says:
lmfao
SarahJ says:
qmfao

Seattle Sports Woes

So its been a depressing couple of weeks to be a Seattle Sports fan. First, Seattle's oldest and only championship-winning sports franchise officially changed its name from the Seattle Super Sonics to the Seattle Expiring Contracts. (Okay, so I stole that joke from Bill Simmons. But as much as I've hated Bill Simmons in the past, he's actually been really cool in dealing with the Sonics impending move to the prairie. Just check out his columns here and here. I guess it proves that even New England fans can be decent people sometimes.) The Sonics traded away all remenants of a competitive team for... a bunch of draft picks and future salary cap space. The Sonics now have two first round draft picks each draft for the next three years and another seven in the second round. In addition, the Sonics save about $7 million in salary from expiring contracts next year; the total is closer to $13 million for the next two years combined. Can you say "looking to the future?"

The Sonics are rebuilding, literally. Unfortunately, Sam Presti's new and improved team probably won't be in Seattle to show off the final product.

Oh, and if that doesn't depress you enough to want to jump off of the Aurora Bridge, Josh Brown decided he was tired of playing for a winning team and signed with the St. Louis Rams for basically the same amount as the Seahawks were offering, albeit with a more upfront signing bonus. Because god knows he needs that $4 million in his account today. Somewhere in the mountains of Colorado, a man-boy former DIII kicker is crying himself to sleep after learning that his hero has abandoned the team he loves. For shame Josh Brown, for shame.

Aspen

So I am trying to write something but Star Wars Episode III is on. Watching that seems to suck any kind of inspiration out of me. Change channels I must.

So this past a weekend a friend came and visited which was a great time. His old room mate from college also came up, we shall call him 'Nick.' Now Nick lives in a little place called Asssspen. Nick is a nice guy and I am sure he means well but that guy could not say three sentences without mentioning Aspen. Needless to say, he got really annoying. He would also compare everything to Aspen. I now never want to go to Aspen. I don't even like the Aspen tree anymore. I don't care how much snow Aspen has gotten. I don't care how your rent is more expensive in Aspen, actually I am glad that his rent is more expensive. Once again, he is a nice guy and means well it is just really annoying.

Aspen.

Oh yeah, what is that picture you put up Tanner? Wow.

How to give yourself pnuemonia

OR: A 7-step process for fluid-filled alveoli.

Step 1: Get fired/resign from a job you hate.

Step 2: Fill your days of unemployment by staying up really late, sleeping in really late, drinking heavily on Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, Tuesdays, and sometimes Thursdays, developing poor eating habits, watching shitty movies, and blogging about being unemployed.

Step 3: Come in contact with someone who had a severe cold. It helps if you live with this person, or if you suck on her toothbrush while she's not looking.

Step 4: Catch severe cold.

Step 5: Continue Step 2.

Step 5b: According to this picture, it helps if you look like Tiger Woods:

Step 6: Finally go to the doctor because you haven't gotten over your cold in three weeks and you're beginning to get cold shivers and night sweats and you can't stay awake for more than three hours straight. Also, your chest feels like exploding anytime you try to anything remotely athletic. So that must be bad.

Step 7: Have doctor tell you that you are an idiot because anyone your age and in normal physical condition can fight off a cold, but your lifestyle has run down your immune system so much that you now have pnuemonia.

T-Money's Super Bowl Preview

OR, Nachos? Bean dip? Nachos? Bean dip?


The great American holiday is nearly upon us. With all due respect to Thanksgiving, the gorging on food, drink, beer, football, and consumerism is just up a notch on Super Sunday. When else is it appropriate to slam down a 30 stone on a Sunday afternoon? Where else could the terms "Bud Bowl", "Nipplegate", and "wide right" become part of the American lexicon? On what other day can you see Elvis Presto?...IN 3-D!!! It's a day for men to be men, and boys to be men, and women to be men, and Michael Jackson to appear on top of a scoreboard proclaiming, "heal the world!"


I have only been interested in the game itself as a fan twice: In 1995 when my beloved San Diego Chargers got ass-raped by a left-handed Mormon, and in 2006 when I screamed "Lofa Tatupu!" for 3 hours in downtown Seattle and lost my voice for the rest of the week. The game in '95 was so painful that I quit watching halfway through the second quarter and instead played Tecmo Super Bowl (the greatest NES game ever) in my tear-stained Junior Seau jersey. I was in sixth grade.

But aside from the 2 heartbreakers, the Super Bowl has brought me 20 years of joy. And I owe it all to one thing: the prop bet. In addition to my annual "you pick a team and we'll bet a soda pop" wager, I typically pick one ridiculous thing to root for. Maybe a safety (odds 1:800) will occur. Maybe overtime (odds 1:900). But my bet this year tops them all. My dad is in Vegas, and he has placed a $20 prop bet on Junior Seau, my childhood hero, scoring a touchdown (odds 1:500). If Junior Seau somehow scores a TD on his plastic hips, I will nail down 10 g's. Go Junior.

Other than old man Seau, I have nothing else to root for. I would root openly for the Pats if Tom Brady wasn't so perfect. I mean, even the coolest, most respected men on the planet have glaring flaws. Barack Obama smokes cigarettes. Tiger Woods has that terrible "Dave Chappelle impersonating a white guy" voice. Matt Damon was the star of the only movie I've ever walked out of. But Mr. Brady is too perfect. If you asked 100 straight men who they'd hook up with if they were forced to "gay out", 75 of them would say Tom Brady. (My personal choice is this guy). Mark my words: within 20 years we're going to find out something terrible about Tom Brady. His aura just reeks of Patrick Bateman. Dude's probably got like three dead hookers in his closet.

Super Bowl pick: Patriots 31, Giants 13.