I don’t eat cupcakes that often. And rarely do I need to transport them, but this is neat.
Cup-A-Cake – Cupcake transporter.
I don’t eat cupcakes that often. And rarely do I need to transport them, but this is neat.
Cup-A-Cake – Cupcake transporter.
Got this from a friend of mine:
Senator Probes Megachurches’ Finances – NPR
Are you kidding me? Rolls Royces? $23k commodes? Private jets with “layovers” in Hawaii, Fiji islands, etc!? It’s ridiculous. It’s not even just megachurches, but local churches.
I don’t drink that much any more. And even when I did it was never to the point of being completely bombed. A few times I was close admittedly. But even on my WORST night, give me 20 more drinks, I don’t care HOW inebriated I would be, there’s no chance in HELL I’d use this:
HUGE umbrellas give a poke in the eye.
So golf umbrellas (or any umbrella over 58″) have become very popular for everyday use. Mostly sold to men (no big surprise there). And not necessarily because of big, but a lot of people are getting injured by careless umbrella use in cities. But let me tell you, an umbrella could poke my entire eye out, but no way I’d let the other person just walk off. I’d pick up my eyeball and then chase them down (bumping into everyone because with one eye I lack depth perception) and beat them.
Land’s End catalog = new porn.
The Lands’ End fall catalog is porn for the heartsick man. Who thought sixty pages of stylish-yet-practical clothing would employ models who are disturbing approximations of the lovely thirty-something woman who doesn’t want to put up with your shit anymore?…
These are images more invasive than any Victoria’s Secret spread, because they don’t inspire lust. This is a pornography of regret, and the longer you stare, the more seductive it becomes. These sixty pages are a self-pity trap; any sane lonely man would do well to avoid them…
You have to look closer to see what truly makes the models special, though, what elevates them above Victoria’s Secret: they have wrinkles around their eyes. These women have laugh lines, taut necks, and that slight tummy that can be so, so sexy. These are not the airbrushed dolls of ignorant fantasy. These women are real.
Now I don’t know how realistic these women are. Of course more realistic than the non-human hotness that are VS models, but still these women are still too good looking, too thin, etc. to represent the real woman. I’ve not seen a Land’s End catalog in awhile (not one I get), but from the article, this woman’s pretty hot.
This goes too far.
People now want a slimmed down Santa.
Umm, I don’t see any kids growing up saying “I want to grow up and be fat like Santa”. In fact, while I agree healthy habits need to be fostered early in life, how does having a skinny Santa change that? I think this is ludicrous. It’s just another way to find something else to blame for what is fundamentally a (in the case of a child) parental problem. Yes it costs more (not really) and takes more time to prepare healthy snacks and meals than to toss your kid a Happy Meal, but its the parents’ responsibility to their children to do so.
Cool, but perhaps ulitimately useless. I guess the money example’s good. but the reservations, I mean I guess you don’t have to write the restaurant’s info because you kept the card and just wrote a reminder on the pock-it. Dunno. It’s neat nonetheless… like the Post-It wall I posted about way back when.
Coming soon a website (StickK) that lets you do it. Set a goal, if you don’t achieve you pay a set amount (payment to go to charity). The example they give is weight loss. Regardless of what the goal is, this is perfect for me. I’m at my best, most disciplined self when something’s actually on the line. And my money is a pretty good motivating factor. In any money based competition (e.g. recently had a bet with some buddies who could lose the most weight in a month, $50/head into the pool, winner takes all… yes I won, I CRUSHED), I get as much satisfaction from keeping my money as I do from getting the winning money.
Sharing gameplay between couples. This is an article about a woman who shared a character with her boyfriend. Only to find that he played without her when she went out of town. And how annoyed it made her initially.
I’ve read similar articles about Netflix. Where people are watching a series or have their queue of movies they want to see, one half of the couple is unavailable or whatever, and the other goes on without. It’s an interesting thing. Which is why I don’t share my stuff with the girlfriend. She can have her own profile/queue/character. I’m more than willing to do things together (game, watch movies/tv series), but you have to have your own stuff. Even if you also have “joint” things. Haha, same goes for bank accounts!
Okay so Bearfire Resort, located near Dallas, TX, is going to have a huge mountain of fake snow. Not manmade snow, but some weirdo plastic polymer franken-snow.
Fake snow. via core77 via geekologie