Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A Comparison
Just something worth thinking about... A comparison you wouldn't always come up with, but that might make you reconsider the issue.
Re-posted from our friend Ace.
Stay Gold,
MMK
Re-posted from our friend Ace.
Stay Gold,
MMK
Monday, January 4, 2010
Norah is Getting Tattooed!
Because we've decided to send her to live with these people.
Seriousy... WTF?!
I can MAYBE see allowing your 17 year old kid to get tattooed. Most states allow minors (over the age of 16) to get tattooed with their parents consent. Which is fine if the kid is into it and the parents are willing to let their kid get tattooed. But what the hell kind of people tattoo their own kids with a homemade tattoo gun?! And on the hands, none the less! And when the kids are prepubescent?! Oh man... It's people like this that give tattoos a bad name. Add to their irresponsibility as parents the fact that this woman has some horrendous tattoos herself (both artistically and technically), and I think these people can officially be called clueless and burdensome for the rest of humanity to stomach.
I hope Norah wants to get tattooed when she's older. If not, that's fine, too. But it certainly won't be happening before she's of legal age (preferably 20 years old, if I had my way), nor will it be done with a homemade tattooing gun.
In conclusion, tattoos are awesome. But these people are not. The end.
Stay Gold!
MMK
Seriousy... WTF?!
I can MAYBE see allowing your 17 year old kid to get tattooed. Most states allow minors (over the age of 16) to get tattooed with their parents consent. Which is fine if the kid is into it and the parents are willing to let their kid get tattooed. But what the hell kind of people tattoo their own kids with a homemade tattoo gun?! And on the hands, none the less! And when the kids are prepubescent?! Oh man... It's people like this that give tattoos a bad name. Add to their irresponsibility as parents the fact that this woman has some horrendous tattoos herself (both artistically and technically), and I think these people can officially be called clueless and burdensome for the rest of humanity to stomach.
I hope Norah wants to get tattooed when she's older. If not, that's fine, too. But it certainly won't be happening before she's of legal age (preferably 20 years old, if I had my way), nor will it be done with a homemade tattooing gun.
In conclusion, tattoos are awesome. But these people are not. The end.
Stay Gold!
MMK
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Thoughts on the Broncos
Hey, Denver Broncos... I just want you to know that I'm really impressed with your team this year. The things you accomplished during the last 17 weeks will stay with me for at least a part of a lifetime (but probably not the good part of one).
Great work at the beginning of the season, guys. Starting out 6-0 was really something to be admired. Going 2-8 in your next ten games, though, was less admirable. At least I can rest assured in the comfort that I know what I'll get with you on a yearly basis. Despite whatever sort of winning or losing record you might have at the beginning of the season, I know for sure that you'll end up with a very average record at the end of the season and will either narrowly miss the playoffs or face a quick elimination in the first round.
The way you defeated some of the most formidable teams in the league this year was rather outstanding. Your victories over Cincinnati, New England, and San Diego early on in the season made me believe that you had what it might take to be a legitimate Super Bowl contender. Losing to teams like Oakland, Washington, and Kansas City later in the season quickly erased any illusions I might have had about your potential, though. Thanks for that. I really appreciate the fact that you were honest with us about your intentions to be overwhelmingly average before you accidentally made the playoffs or over-exerted yourselves.
I'm already looking forward to the shenanigans you're no doubt preparing to pull during the off-season. I know you knocked out some doosies last year with firing your head coach and switching your defensive schemes. Your attempt to draft and install a solid running back in place of the committee of backs you'd long employed was entertaining. I can't even imagine what you might do during this summer. Whatever it is, please don't put too many bullets into your own feet. I have a feeling that you might do something foolish like let your number one receiver fall to free agency. I'd encourage you not to do that. Unless, of course, you're goal as a team is to remain as boring and mediocre as possible. Wait a minute...
Anyway. Thanks again for another lack-luster year. You've left me no choice but to cheer for the Packers and the NFC in the playoffs this year.
I look forward to the opportunity to say all of this stuff again a year from now. Don't let me down!
MMK
Great work at the beginning of the season, guys. Starting out 6-0 was really something to be admired. Going 2-8 in your next ten games, though, was less admirable. At least I can rest assured in the comfort that I know what I'll get with you on a yearly basis. Despite whatever sort of winning or losing record you might have at the beginning of the season, I know for sure that you'll end up with a very average record at the end of the season and will either narrowly miss the playoffs or face a quick elimination in the first round.
The way you defeated some of the most formidable teams in the league this year was rather outstanding. Your victories over Cincinnati, New England, and San Diego early on in the season made me believe that you had what it might take to be a legitimate Super Bowl contender. Losing to teams like Oakland, Washington, and Kansas City later in the season quickly erased any illusions I might have had about your potential, though. Thanks for that. I really appreciate the fact that you were honest with us about your intentions to be overwhelmingly average before you accidentally made the playoffs or over-exerted yourselves.
I'm already looking forward to the shenanigans you're no doubt preparing to pull during the off-season. I know you knocked out some doosies last year with firing your head coach and switching your defensive schemes. Your attempt to draft and install a solid running back in place of the committee of backs you'd long employed was entertaining. I can't even imagine what you might do during this summer. Whatever it is, please don't put too many bullets into your own feet. I have a feeling that you might do something foolish like let your number one receiver fall to free agency. I'd encourage you not to do that. Unless, of course, you're goal as a team is to remain as boring and mediocre as possible. Wait a minute...
Anyway. Thanks again for another lack-luster year. You've left me no choice but to cheer for the Packers and the NFC in the playoffs this year.
I look forward to the opportunity to say all of this stuff again a year from now. Don't let me down!
MMK
Thursday, December 31, 2009
2010
How do you celebrate the new year when you have a baby, no friends in town, and one of you has to go to work the next morning? Like champions, that's how.
Sarah and I have a New Years Eve tradition of eating an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. I guess I should clarify that... We don't actually eat the whole cake in one night. We tried doing that when we first began this tradition and the sugar seriously messed with us both. I woke up two hours later feeling like I was going to have a heart attack and Sarah was yelling in her sleep because she was having some messed up nightmares. And I don't even want to get into the gastrointestinal side of things with how that much sugar affects the body. Anyway. Now we just have some of the cake and save the rest for later (aka tomorrow). Seeing as how there don't seem to be any Dairy Queens within a reasonable distance of Durham, though, we made our own ice cream cake this year.
It was scrumtrulescent. Peanut butter cup ice cream with melted peanut butter and milk chocolate shavings piled on top = taste explosion.
And what should accompany such a classy dessert? Well, a classy beverage of course! So while other revelers consumed their mixed drinks and celebratory liquors, we both put on our most formal sleeveless t-shirts and drank Coke Zero from the finest crystal we own.
As with any classy/sophisticated/drink-from-a-can beverage, you gotta swirl it around to release the aroma.
It was a vintage 2009 which had been aged to perfection (read: packed with chemicals and preservatives in order to maintain its flavor through even the most devastating nuclear fallout).
We also spent the most blissful hour and a half of our night watching Matilda. It's the movie adaptation of the Roald Dahl book of the same name. I love it (despite the fact that it is meant for 12 year olds) and Sarah was kind enough to have given it to me as a stocking gift for Christmas.
She thought that I looked like one of the characters in the film. I disagree.
Notice my less than pleased expression and how my shoulders are slumped forward in disagreement. Sarah has no idea what she's talking about. This kid doesn't even have a beard.
Speaking of which -- I freaking love my beard. It's so long and bushy and luxurious. I want to keep it forever and ever. Or until Sarah decides to shave it while I'm sleeping some night. Anyway. Beards are the best.
So there it is. The best possible start we could give to a new year and decade. Norah slept through all of the festivities because she's a baby and that's what babies do. Oh well. As long as the world doesn't end in 2012, she'll have plenty of opportunities to celebrate New Year's Eve as she gets older.
Hope you all have a good night and that the new year is off to a good start in your lives. Each day, week, month, and year is a blessing from He who controls the clock. Don't take it for granted, dudes... Live it well.
Stay Gold!
MMK
Sarah and I have a New Years Eve tradition of eating an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. I guess I should clarify that... We don't actually eat the whole cake in one night. We tried doing that when we first began this tradition and the sugar seriously messed with us both. I woke up two hours later feeling like I was going to have a heart attack and Sarah was yelling in her sleep because she was having some messed up nightmares. And I don't even want to get into the gastrointestinal side of things with how that much sugar affects the body. Anyway. Now we just have some of the cake and save the rest for later (aka tomorrow). Seeing as how there don't seem to be any Dairy Queens within a reasonable distance of Durham, though, we made our own ice cream cake this year.
It was scrumtrulescent. Peanut butter cup ice cream with melted peanut butter and milk chocolate shavings piled on top = taste explosion.
And what should accompany such a classy dessert? Well, a classy beverage of course! So while other revelers consumed their mixed drinks and celebratory liquors, we both put on our most formal sleeveless t-shirts and drank Coke Zero from the finest crystal we own.
As with any classy/sophisticated/drink-from-a-can beverage, you gotta swirl it around to release the aroma.
It was a vintage 2009 which had been aged to perfection (read: packed with chemicals and preservatives in order to maintain its flavor through even the most devastating nuclear fallout).
We also spent the most blissful hour and a half of our night watching Matilda. It's the movie adaptation of the Roald Dahl book of the same name. I love it (despite the fact that it is meant for 12 year olds) and Sarah was kind enough to have given it to me as a stocking gift for Christmas.
She thought that I looked like one of the characters in the film. I disagree.
Notice my less than pleased expression and how my shoulders are slumped forward in disagreement. Sarah has no idea what she's talking about. This kid doesn't even have a beard.
Speaking of which -- I freaking love my beard. It's so long and bushy and luxurious. I want to keep it forever and ever. Or until Sarah decides to shave it while I'm sleeping some night. Anyway. Beards are the best.
So there it is. The best possible start we could give to a new year and decade. Norah slept through all of the festivities because she's a baby and that's what babies do. Oh well. As long as the world doesn't end in 2012, she'll have plenty of opportunities to celebrate New Year's Eve as she gets older.
Hope you all have a good night and that the new year is off to a good start in your lives. Each day, week, month, and year is a blessing from He who controls the clock. Don't take it for granted, dudes... Live it well.
Stay Gold!
MMK
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