Thursday, February 26, 2009
What a Nice Stairwell!
This is what I'm talking about! Maybe Americans wouldn't be so fat if every stairwell had windows, carpet, and plants. This is only a three story building but I see people taking the elevator all the time.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Pimp My Ride
Yea that's what I want. Take my hoopdie to get pimped by some yokles who advertise in the back of Nissan Pickup.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A Great Parody
From www.contactmusic.com:
And the Canadian singer insists the creation of her moody rendition was a therapeutic experience.She says, "I was in the studio with (producer) Guy Sigsworth and he would say, 'What horse from the apocalypse are you bringing in today, Alanis?' Because every song was this tsunami of emotions.
"So I said, 'I wish I could just write a really simple song - a song like My Humps.' Then we had a pregnant pause, looked at each other, and said, 'All right, let's do it!'
"Within moments we were recording the piano version of it, and within a week we were shooting the video in my garage here at my house."
Friday, February 20, 2009
Best-Sandwich-Ever?
Thinly sliced pork loin with arugula and a dressing of garlic, roasted red bell peppers and fennel. All on marbeled rye. Umptious.
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Brighest Rainbow I Ever Saw
This was on the Pali Hwy on Oahu headed to Kailua from Honolulu. It was so bright, I could barely look straight at it. The cameraphone picture does it no justice.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Pumping Gas in Hawaii
In Hawaii, in order to pump gas, you need to hold the pump... with your hand... the whole time. You know that little wedge you prop up with your finger so that you can go do something else? That's a luxury Hawaiians have learned to live without.
I haven't researched the topic but I did ask around a bit. No one knew. The only theme was, "safety." Yea right. You have to babysit your gas pump but you can ride in the back of a pick up truck...
Doesn't make sense.
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