Cot Snack

I went upstate this weekend to do a little snowboarding at Gore Mountain. Some friends of mine have been going on this trip as an annual thing, but this was only my first time. Every trip involves staying at a cabin that can only be described as rustic, and is affectionately referred to as "The Yak Shack" due to an incident involving overdrinking and regurgitation the first year there.

The weekend was full of beer, fire, uncomfortable sleep, flatulence and laughing.

Four of the guys skipped work and went up Friday morning. Myself and my other friend went up after work on Friday (ATTN: co-workers, take note how I didn't screw you over). After 4-1/2 hours of being in the car, this is the scene on the porch that greeted us:


Two cots, labeled with our names on the pillow. A weekend cooped up with comedians.


Note the pre-sleep snack (my favorite part). One can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and an assortment of cookies, pretzels and chips.


I took my snack plate, but as cozy as the porch looked, I slept inside.

Smaller Version

Some young punks made a little SNL Narnia rap of their own: http://www.youtube.com/?v=rkcqPbTxTWY

Pretty good tribute, yet remarkably creepy.

Start Strong

Perhaps this new network can take a chance on Arrested Development? Come on CW! Get some balls and show Fox how stupid they really are.

It's The New Style

So, I've acquired myself a new computer. How's this typing look? New and impressively more technologically advanced? Just as I thought.

Anywho, as opposed to blogging, I've been spending the majority of my time trying to transfer files from the old Dell to this new iMac. I feel retarded. My old key commands don't work, I'm double clicking when I don't need to and closing things when I don't mean to. It is annoying, but I am sure I'll be lovin' it once I get the new style nailed down.

A Classic

Some one got here today with one of my all-time favorite searches: COUNTRY SINGER THROWS TAMPON ONTO CROWD DURING CONCERT

That search should be inducted into the Internet Search Hall of Fame or in the event that the said tampon throwing did actually occur, perhaps the Country Music Hall of Fame would be more appropriate.

Another Round

Come April 4, this will be something fun to purchase, listen to, get drunk and smash beer bottles over the heads of your drinking buddies: Rebel Meets Rebel

David Allen Coe + Pantera (including Dimebag) = loud and offensive and completely booze friendly

The perfect summer companion.

Unnecessarily Close

I guess that small heart attack I had during the Steelers/Colts game could have been prevented afterall: NFL: Ref blew it on Polamalu interception reversal

The Wheels On The Bus ...

Not much to report on this MLK Jr. Day, but I feel as though I need to get something posted as the one-eyed cat is beginning to lose its appeal to some (cry babies!).

Well, how 'bout them Steelers?!
Yes I live in New York, and always have, yet I'm a Steelers fan. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, I know, but much of this crazy world doesn't make much sense. That's just the way it is.

As you can see by this photo, the Steelers are so confident, most plays they just have guys lying around on the field with no helmet on, almost to say, "This game is so easy, I'm gonna chill here and catch the game on the jumbotron. If you see a hot dog or beer vendor let me know."

Anywho, hop on the bandwagon if you wish. I think there is still some room, but space is filling up fast. Next stop ... Denver.

FelEYEne

I generally don't consider myself a cat person, but if science could figure a way to make cats like these that would live longer than a day, I'd be first in line to buy one.

Oh yes, this is real.

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Flyin' No More

Today, while out for some lunch I see something on the ground out of the corner of my eye. Upon closer inspection, I see this:


It appeared to be pigeon wings, or if not pigeon, then some other unfortunate bird. Regretfully, I didn't have my regular camera with me, so I snapped this one with my camera phone, so the zoomability is lacking, but I think you can get the idea (you can click on the photo for a larger view).

I thought that perhaps a random cat or hawk or some other creature of doom did the deed, but usually when this is the case there is an abundance of feathers around. Well, in this instance, there were just the wings placed all picturesque on a step by the river. No feathers. No sign of a struggle. Slightly odd. Also odd in my book was the fact that the wings had the bones sticking out of them. It doesn't look like a bird got snagged and then eaten, except for the wings. This thing looked like something grabbed a hold of each wing and yanked the bone right out of the bird all horror movie style. Yeeeouch!

My guess is we'll never know the truth, but perhaps that is just as well.

Letter Switch

My friend Meg made the discovery that if you mistype "stinktown.blogspot" as "stinktown.blogpsot" this very stinktown blog becomes something a bit more pious: http://stinktown.blogpsot.com

I warn you all ... type with care.

Another One Arrives

Happy 2006 everyone. As it has been pretty much every year for the last fifteen years or so, this new year has begun with me feeling mighty hungover. Such a nice foreshadowing of what the year to come holds.

I'm not one for resolutions normally, but today I decided that my resolution would be to eat a corndog. Somehow, despite all of my disgusting eating habits, I've never had one. How this happened is a mystery, but this is the year I right my wrong. Maybe this event will be my ticket to success, although I feel like a state or county fair might be a more authentic locale for this monumental event.

Anyway, I hope I can stick to this tough resolution. I think with your support and encouragement I can. Thanks.