Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
I can hear you getting fatter
I looked at myself in the mirror today after I had a Twix ice cream bar for the dessert of my second Beto's meal of the day. I think I could see myself getting fatter. I haven't been in front of a mirror for a few hours, but at the rate I was going, I should look about like this by now.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Pledge of Allegiance
There's never been much competition between Coke and Pepsi for me. Dr. Pepper gives it a run for its money, but can never completely over-take it. You know how sometimes you go in to a restaurant and order a Coke, and the lady says, "Is Pepsi ok?" and you're like, "No," and hope that they have Dr. Pepper? Yeah, I'm sure everyone knows that feeling.
We went to the Coca-Cola museum in Atlanta. Really, the museum is a collection of every Coke advertisement that has ever been created, and there are bits of history sprinkled throughout, mostly just to explain the changes in the propaganda. By the time we got through the second room I'd already been completely convinced that Coca-Cola was the best product ever invented. As I became further indoctrinated by the rest of the museum, I started to make plans to show my newly increased loyalty to Coca-Cola. I didn't think I'd ever be able to drink the once-beloved Dr. Pepper again. I'd use Coke on my breakfast cereal. Eventually I'd phase out water, too (even though that could lead to the painful state where my urine would be carbonated).
There is a tasting room at the end of the self-guided tour of the museum. They have almost every variety of drink that Coke makes, all available to try for free. My first cup of Coca-Cola Classic was oral heaven. I'm sure that it tasted only as good as every other Coke I've ever had, but I doubt it had ever been received with such an emotional attachment. I moved on through all of the varieties of diets and caffeine-frees, and then on the other Coke drinks, like Barq's and Sprite. By this fifth marginal cup of soda, I'd lost the initial satisfaction, but there were other drinks to try: Tab, Pibb, Poweraide, Minute Maid, and every other aid you could think of were there to be tested. I couldn't let the opportunity pass by, so I tried them all. By the time I was finished, I'd begun to feel disgusted towards soda and I didn't want any more for quite a while. Then I saw the international room.
A whole second tasting room, this one with varieties of drinks that were available in other countries, totaling more than the varieties of the first room. I felt obligated, pushed on my ingrained love of the Coca-Cola company, and so I tried all of these, too. I'd already had more soda than I could still be enjoying, but it didn't help matters that Coca-Cola has an obvious dislike of foreign countries. I mean, why else would they force such horrible flavors on them? They must have run out of fruit-based flavors, because they had Fanta flavored like seeds and nuts and what must have been some kind of tree bark. The Italian brand (I think it was called "Beverly") was so bitter that I had to use the lychee nuts to wash the flavor out of my mouth.
When we left the museum I felt so sick to my stomach that I didn't think I could ever drink anything ever again. After a few hours I realized I was wrong and I saw that I needed a Coke, but I drank water for the rest of the day, so I'd say that after all was said and done, the propaganda overload and its back-fire cancelled each other out, and I don't think that any permanent damage was done. Only time will tell if the tide was changed in the battle between Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper. Maybe next time that a restaurant serves Pepsi I'll just leave and go eat somewhere else.
We went to the Coca-Cola museum in Atlanta. Really, the museum is a collection of every Coke advertisement that has ever been created, and there are bits of history sprinkled throughout, mostly just to explain the changes in the propaganda. By the time we got through the second room I'd already been completely convinced that Coca-Cola was the best product ever invented. As I became further indoctrinated by the rest of the museum, I started to make plans to show my newly increased loyalty to Coca-Cola. I didn't think I'd ever be able to drink the once-beloved Dr. Pepper again. I'd use Coke on my breakfast cereal. Eventually I'd phase out water, too (even though that could lead to the painful state where my urine would be carbonated).
There is a tasting room at the end of the self-guided tour of the museum. They have almost every variety of drink that Coke makes, all available to try for free. My first cup of Coca-Cola Classic was oral heaven. I'm sure that it tasted only as good as every other Coke I've ever had, but I doubt it had ever been received with such an emotional attachment. I moved on through all of the varieties of diets and caffeine-frees, and then on the other Coke drinks, like Barq's and Sprite. By this fifth marginal cup of soda, I'd lost the initial satisfaction, but there were other drinks to try: Tab, Pibb, Poweraide, Minute Maid, and every other aid you could think of were there to be tested. I couldn't let the opportunity pass by, so I tried them all. By the time I was finished, I'd begun to feel disgusted towards soda and I didn't want any more for quite a while. Then I saw the international room.
A whole second tasting room, this one with varieties of drinks that were available in other countries, totaling more than the varieties of the first room. I felt obligated, pushed on my ingrained love of the Coca-Cola company, and so I tried all of these, too. I'd already had more soda than I could still be enjoying, but it didn't help matters that Coca-Cola has an obvious dislike of foreign countries. I mean, why else would they force such horrible flavors on them? They must have run out of fruit-based flavors, because they had Fanta flavored like seeds and nuts and what must have been some kind of tree bark. The Italian brand (I think it was called "Beverly") was so bitter that I had to use the lychee nuts to wash the flavor out of my mouth.
When we left the museum I felt so sick to my stomach that I didn't think I could ever drink anything ever again. After a few hours I realized I was wrong and I saw that I needed a Coke, but I drank water for the rest of the day, so I'd say that after all was said and done, the propaganda overload and its back-fire cancelled each other out, and I don't think that any permanent damage was done. Only time will tell if the tide was changed in the battle between Coca-Cola and Dr. Pepper. Maybe next time that a restaurant serves Pepsi I'll just leave and go eat somewhere else.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
A sunbeam
Late last night after we'd run out of potatoes (details forthcoming) Tyler, Casey and I were sitting on the stage (a.k.a., Castle Grayskull) drinking slurpees, when my thoughts turned to my life ambitions. I asked Casey if he would respect me less if I had a mohawk, and without hesitating he said "I'd respect you more." And that's how I made up my mind.
"That's all it takes?" Tyler said as we ran up the stairs to find some clippers. "I've been telling you for weeks that you should stop worrying about it and just do it." I told him that it clearly takes more than one person to qualify as peer pressure. He's since objected to that explanation, too, claiming that it doesn't count as peer pressure since I had to ask them to approve it. I'm sticking with peer pressure.
Here's some documentation.
Today when I went to the zoo I noticed that it's a lot easier to make friends with little kids because they love to stare at me.
"That's all it takes?" Tyler said as we ran up the stairs to find some clippers. "I've been telling you for weeks that you should stop worrying about it and just do it." I told him that it clearly takes more than one person to qualify as peer pressure. He's since objected to that explanation, too, claiming that it doesn't count as peer pressure since I had to ask them to approve it. I'm sticking with peer pressure.
Here's some documentation.
Today when I went to the zoo I noticed that it's a lot easier to make friends with little kids because they love to stare at me.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Fire Creek
Tyler and I were in a movie this week. Well, mostly Tyler.
We went to be extras in BYU's first feature film, which is to be called Fire Creek. I don't know all of the details of what the movie is about, but this week they were filming a boxing tournament, and they needed extras to play the spectators at the boxing match, so that's what we did. At first.
They wanted to show one of the boxers with a broken nose, to kind of give the feeling of how badly hurt someone can get (one of the main characters gets trounced pretty badly). Tyler volunteered and they made him up pretty nicely. It looked so good, in fact, that the director decided not to just show him with the broken nose, but to show it happening.
So Tyler got pitted up against this big Polynesian guy. The guy kind of tackled Tyler and got in a few shots to the face before the referee could pull him off. Then Tyler was pulled back onto a stool in his corner where a skilled actor (me) played his buddy who tried to clean off the blood. Tyler wouldn't let him touch it (despite the buddy's pleas to help clean him up), but demanded to know if it was broken, which his coach admitted that it was.
We had lines and everything. It was exciting. I have a few pictures of Tyler in action.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
The Pit vs. Alice
The Pit came back last night and Alice was its first casualty.
I was out on the couch using Alice in tablet-mode, and when I got tired I put her under the couch (so as not to be stepped on or otherwise disturbed in the early morning hours) and I fell asleep.
At some point during the night, the Pit broke free from its constraints, and one of the springs from the couch came loose. The spring swung around and oscillated as I tossed and turned in the Pit above it.
When I awoke, and looked at Alice to see what time it was, I saw that her face had been scratched severly and repeatedly by the loose spring.
I was out on the couch using Alice in tablet-mode, and when I got tired I put her under the couch (so as not to be stepped on or otherwise disturbed in the early morning hours) and I fell asleep.
At some point during the night, the Pit broke free from its constraints, and one of the springs from the couch came loose. The spring swung around and oscillated as I tossed and turned in the Pit above it.
When I awoke, and looked at Alice to see what time it was, I saw that her face had been scratched severly and repeatedly by the loose spring.
"[Alice] was lost for the price of a touch [screen] and a gash across her face."
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Overdrive
They didn't even show Scrubs tonight because of the dumb elections. Jerks.
Carnaby's show is at this new place in SLC called Club Overdrive. I know that I said it was going to be in Provo this time, but even I'm not perfect. The club is at 215 W. 1300 S., and the show starts at 9:45pm (Carnaby is scheduled at 10:30pm). And I really was telling the truth about it not being a strip club this time. Sorry.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about (and are too lazy to read two paragraphs down), Carnaby is my roommate Jordan's band. I think this is only their second show. If you need some incentive to come, just check out this picture of Jordan and me and you'll remember how awesome we are.
Carnaby's show is at this new place in SLC called Club Overdrive. I know that I said it was going to be in Provo this time, but even I'm not perfect. The club is at 215 W. 1300 S., and the show starts at 9:45pm (Carnaby is scheduled at 10:30pm). And I really was telling the truth about it not being a strip club this time. Sorry.
In case you don't know what I'm talking about (and are too lazy to read two paragraphs down), Carnaby is my roommate Jordan's band. I think this is only their second show. If you need some incentive to come, just check out this picture of Jordan and me and you'll remember how awesome we are.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Skiism
Tyler and I went up to Brighton to go skiing today. Now, I know that you're thinking, "It's only October; the ski resorts aren't open yet." Well, that's true: they're not, but we did go up there and there was a lot of snow (driving back it was almost white-out on top of the mountain). The lifts weren't open, but there were some rails set up at the base that we could just hike up to. Here's a picture of Tyler hitting a rail, so that you can be jealous of how great the snow was (I don't put pictures of myself because I suck at it).
At first we were hitting this big, tall, wide rail that had a pretty nice kicker built up to it, which was nice (especially for a beginner like me). We assumed that the rails were set up by Brighton, but when I said this to someone a guy came up and told me that it was his rail, and that he'd set it up. We didn't know, so we then asked if it was cool that we rode it, and he told us no, and went off on this big rant about how people shouldn't come up to the mountain and just expect to be able to ski without bringing anything up to contribute. I think it was lame that he wouldn't let us ride it, but it was his rail, so that's his business. The part that was particularly annoying was that there were about 20 random snowboarders around that didn't even know the guy or that he had set the rail up, and the guy was totally cool with them hitting it. I think he was just discriminating against us because we're skiers.
At first we were hitting this big, tall, wide rail that had a pretty nice kicker built up to it, which was nice (especially for a beginner like me). We assumed that the rails were set up by Brighton, but when I said this to someone a guy came up and told me that it was his rail, and that he'd set it up. We didn't know, so we then asked if it was cool that we rode it, and he told us no, and went off on this big rant about how people shouldn't come up to the mountain and just expect to be able to ski without bringing anything up to contribute. I think it was lame that he wouldn't let us ride it, but it was his rail, so that's his business. The part that was particularly annoying was that there were about 20 random snowboarders around that didn't even know the guy or that he had set the rail up, and the guy was totally cool with them hitting it. I think he was just discriminating against us because we're skiers.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Here's a picture of my family hanging out with David Bowie. I just thought that maybe if you're reading this for the first time you might want to start off with something to be jealous of me over.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
So I went out with this girl on Saturday last week and she lives in Glenwood, so I thought it would be fun if we painted on her walls. Well, we did, and today I saw her and I'm not sure I've ever had the cold shoulder like that before. She said that she got in trouble with management and then she didn't even look at me more after that. I think she hates me. Here's what we did to her wall, so you can see if it was worth it or not.
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