For those who know me; I hate touching gross things or getting stains on my lips and yet two days ago I went to the beach and happened to get the most minute amount of sea water in my mouth. Believe me I spit and gagged to ensure that every last loathsome droplet was expelled from my flawless mouth and now here I type diagnosed (by my mom who is a nurse) with dysentery.
Now dysentery is known to be the cause of death for many of Napoleon's troops when he was on his campaign through Egypt. So if this disease thwarts me I humbly ask my readers to make sure that when people speak of my passing that you always mention that I went down fighting like a Grenadier.
Certainly not volleying any grape shots,
Adam.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
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Thursday, February 9, 2012
He IS a Giant
In case you live in squaresville, this past Sunday was the Super Bowl (I won't reveal any spoilers) where two teams played for very elaborate rings; The Patriots and the winners The Giants. (Dammit, sorry... I slipped.)
A few days later the New York Giants had a parade in the most unusual of places - New York. Now some people I know did in fact go to this parade because they are that large a fan. I did not go because the only athletes I want to meet are professional wrestlers from the late seventies to early nineties. But that is besides the point; because I got to meet someone just as special as a real life NY Giant and that person is the NY Giants #1 Fan!
He drives a red Tacoma (because that is the one thing he is modest about) and is very eager to change lanes to get around slow drivers.
It was an honor to drive behind you for a long time down the expressway; and although we have parted ways I cannot help but feel that I shall see you zooming past many slow and poor team choosing motorists.
Although I'm technically a Jets "fan,"
Adam.
A few days later the New York Giants had a parade in the most unusual of places - New York. Now some people I know did in fact go to this parade because they are that large a fan. I did not go because the only athletes I want to meet are professional wrestlers from the late seventies to early nineties. But that is besides the point; because I got to meet someone just as special as a real life NY Giant and that person is the NY Giants #1 Fan!
He drives a red Tacoma (because that is the one thing he is modest about) and is very eager to change lanes to get around slow drivers.
It was an honor to drive behind you for a long time down the expressway; and although we have parted ways I cannot help but feel that I shall see you zooming past many slow and poor team choosing motorists.
Although I'm technically a Jets "fan,"
Adam.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Lazy teens
Earlier today while driving I was forced to weave into the left lane only to return to the right lane because some young hooligan had to have his mom fill his van with gasoline on the side of the road. I am unsure what bothered me more; his fuel gauge dyslexia or the fact that he was wearing mesh shorts in frigid weather. Perhaps one day he'll understand the inner workings of petroleum and hopefully overcome his anti-climatic ignorance (yeah, I liked that too).
Warm with a full tank of gas,
Adam.
Warm with a full tank of gas,
Adam.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Facebook; keeping frowns hanging down.
Yahoo! News (the most trusted name in news) had what I believe to be such a frown-inducing article on a study done by Utah Valley University where they questioned 425 students on how they interpret the images of their friends on Facebook.
The losers (yeah, I said it) who were not currently in a relationship (gay or straight -- because it matters) were more likely to believe that their friends had a better life than they themselves did solely based on the amount and content of pictures they posted. Utah Valley University found a direct correlation between the time these misfits spent on Facebook to the amount of sadness they suffered from by viewing images of their friends living life and posting pictures of said life.
I for one love making people feel that way; which is why I always post pictures of myself giggling my way through a pillow fight atop a Ferris wheel!
With more laughs than feathers exploding from my pillows,
Adam.
The losers (yeah, I said it) who were not currently in a relationship (gay or straight -- because it matters) were more likely to believe that their friends had a better life than they themselves did solely based on the amount and content of pictures they posted. Utah Valley University found a direct correlation between the time these misfits spent on Facebook to the amount of sadness they suffered from by viewing images of their friends living life and posting pictures of said life.
I for one love making people feel that way; which is why I always post pictures of myself giggling my way through a pillow fight atop a Ferris wheel!
With more laughs than feathers exploding from my pillows,
Adam.
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