If You've Never Been Serenaded by a Pepperoni, Here's Your Chance
I saw this commercial this morning and nearly fell off the couch laughing. The singing is top notch, and their facial expressions are even better.
Enjoy:
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I saw this commercial this morning and nearly fell off the couch laughing. The singing is top notch, and their facial expressions are even better.
Enjoy:
My brother is in town from New York. We've been pretty busy.
My nephew Brody is a sneaky little booger.
Even though I've installed several toddler-friendly games on my iPod Touch for him to enjoy, he always seems to stray.
It's always a joy to wipe his grubby fingerprints from the screen after he begrudgingly hands back "Uncle Alan's game." It's even more entertaining to find out what he has managed to discover while my back was turned. I opened up the clock app last night to use the stopwatch. You can imagine my surprise to find that it had been running for over 1400 hours straight. No wonder my battery life sucked.
Pesky little nephew. Love him to death.
I've been married for more than seven years to my best friend. Up until a few weeks ago, I have been the only one in the house who has been blogging. And though she has put up a good fight, my wonderful wife has decided to give in to the pressure.
To make it easier on her, I've set her up with a blog here at Posterous.com. I even got all nerdy-crazy and customized the site layout to reflect her recently-acquired love of books. (She's read about 40 books since last August. Including the highly-overrated Story of Edgar Sawtelle. Thanks for nothing, Oprah Book Club.)
You see, she's not a big fan of computers. In fact, she hates them. With a red-headed passion. (Unless it involves harvesting her Farmville blueberries until the wee hours of the morning.) She stopped complaining about our collection of Mac computers after she read somewhere that John Krazinski loves Apple products. But despite her adoration of all-things-Jim-Halpert, this did little to soften her heart towards technology. I'm hoping that Posterous' super-easy blogging tools will be a good fit for her, because I am seriously looking forward to "[reading] the words that are coming out of [her] mouth."
Although she is not nearly as funny (or humble) as I am, her bones and brain tissue are filled with much hilarity. (And yes, Frau. Thems is fighting words.)
She originally wanted the site to be called The Angry Elf. While this seemed a good fit due to her 5'2" height, it was replaced last night with Mrs. Weasley. Ever since I read all seven of the Harry Potter books this summer, I have been affectionately calling her "Weasley," because of her flowing red hair and 1.3e7 freckles.
And so it is my pleasure to introduce the world to Mrs. Weasley.
(I love you, Jenny. Good luck out there.)
This is how I've been spending my Thursday mornings for the past three weeks. Playing "Chef Alan" for the Kids Club at the Superstition Springs Mall in Mesa, AZ. I'm teaching them about food and good nutrition. It's a lot of fun. My nephew, Brody is in the first picture. Kudos to meine Mutter for making my Chef Alan hat.
ALAN: Do you think your parents would let me borrow that piano keyboard they have?
JENNY: Why?
ALAN: Because I want to learn how to play the piano.
JENNY: No. You don't have time to learn how to play the piano.
ALAN: Sure I do.
JENNY: If you have time to play the piano, then you have time to mop the floor.
ALAN: I don't have time to mop the floor.
JENNY: Why?
ALAN: Because I'm too busy playing the piano.
Internet Manifesto
How journalism works today. Seventeen declarations.
Some of my favorites:
Why are we still trying to bring our newspapers with us into the future? Nobody lugs around their 8-track player anymore. Nobody drives a Model T for their morning commute. Why is it so difficult all you old people to break up with newspapers?
It's time to have the heart-to-heart talk with the sports section. It's time to tell the front page to take a back seat. It's time to say "It's not me, it's you."
Windows/Mac/Linux: If our talk about Cornell-style note taking caught your eye and you wished there was an easy to use application for taking them, you'll want to check out Notalon.
Notalon is divided into two columns. In the left hand column are headers and in the right hand column are notes that correspond with the headers. Formatting is purposely limited to bold and italics, to keep the focus on note taking instead of tinkering with the text.
Notalon has keyboard shortcuts for all its functions, you can quickly create new headers and notes without having to take your hands off the keyboard. Your notes can be saved in Notalon's native format or exported as PDF files.
Love the idea, but still an analog note-taker at heart? Check out this PDF generator to make your own printable Cornell templates. Notalon is open source and available for Windows, Mac, and Linux.
Notalon [via Freeware Home]
I love me some lifehacker.com tips. I heard about this note taking style a couple years ago. I'm gonna give this Notalon software a try this semester.
Giddy up.
The top five winners of the recent Amazon.com commercial contest were announced today. The video that my brother and I submitted was, sadly, not chosen.
Oh well. At least I got to keep the tight-fitting camouflage pouch shorts.
You may be asking yourselves (or yourself - if you are reading this in solitude) what these three things have in common. I am here to tell you that they have everything in common.
Please take a minute to enjoy a video that I submitted with my brothers to the Nobody's Gonna Lay a Finger on my Butterfinger Video Contest.
Now retweet, email, and share our video with all your friends and family. (Or just watch it again by yourself. It's okay, we won't judge.)
Amazing physical stamina. Perfectly spaced-apart teeth. The voracity of a elderly nursing home resident on Free Pudding Cup Day. Killer dance moves. Insatiable appetite for egg nog. Succinct. Potent. Good for you. High in fiber. Low in trans fats. The party portion of a mullet. Keen sense of hearing. Lousy sense of smell. Simultaneously timeless and punctual. Your new best friend from way back when.
