Friday, October 31, 2008

Why I Voted for Obama



As I was driving to work today, I ended up behind perhaps the most horrendous sight I had ever seen. It was a bright yellow hummer. I've seen hummers before and have always quietly muttered douchebag under my breath, but this time was different. The first thing I noticed were the two McCain-Palin mudflaps. These were not normal mudflaps mind you. They had constructed oversized mudflaps to accommodate the kind of signs you put up in your yard. I felt like I was driving into car wash. The back was also accented by a tasteful mosaic on the back window of pleasant nature scene. I'm kind of sad it wasn't one of the flag and eagle ones, but my head may have exploded then. As I passed the car, I noticed another sign affixed to the side door as well as one in the front window!

I tried to stop bleeding from the eyes, as I mentally recast my vote for Obama.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Craven the Baby Factory Machine of Wonders

Need a bed?


Hey kids! If you're coming up this weekend, I have a bed, a futon, and a mattress with sheets and blankets that can go on a floor that are up for grabs. Also, the love seat can be used as a sleeping device (a la Christian) if we need more room.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Chocolate Milkshake = Cocaine of Food

So research says that normally, a Chocolate Milkshake is like
"...the cocaine of food," says Eric Stice, a senior scientist at Oregon Research Institute in Eugene.
You guys want to go and get some Milkshakes?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving


To celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving, Im going to be in Spokane from October 25th until the 28th (and Mary will be coming the 24th until the 27th)

Friday, October 3, 2008

A Song for Craven


This is a song that Tooley wrote in approximately 3 minutes, 40 seconds. The title of this is "A Song for Craven", as a pun of the Headband album "A Song for Tooley".


A Song for Craven

Craven, how I love to see you smile.
To not have you as a friend would be a loss, you are anything but weak sauce.
You love beer and music (and so do I), together we drink and sing and they we cry.
I make fun but only in jest, but I think my words have made me a pest.
I work so hard to make you glad, but you say mean things which make me sad.
Oh Craven my remorse is so strong, that is why I wrote you this song.

(followed by several verses of me wailing "CRAVEN!!!" in a very Roxanne manner)