Monday, June 12, 2006


The Hofburg Palace in Vienna...if you're into that sort of thing

The overnight train rides were what I imagine sleeping on a submarine must be like, claustrophobic

But the scenery was nice when we were conscious

I shit myself at this point.

Gelato, twice a day everyday. No lie.

Venezia! (I have every intention of using Photoshop to remove the unsightly crane in the background)

Yeah yeah yeah Notre Dame...

Museum D'Orsay

Any fans of "Before Sunset" will understand why this bookstore was so exciting to visit

This was at a very cool underground jazz club in Pear-E

Turns out alcoholics look the same in most countries.....I also learned that "Jack Daniels" is one of the few words that translates the same in any language

Callled SmartCars......until you get totalled by a collision with a Mini at 25 Kph at which point they become IdioticCars

Coffee (cafe) on Champs Elysees in gay Pear-E

No stowaways! Walk the plank, feline froline!

And We're Back!


This is where my mind thinks I am right now.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Au Revoir, Mes Freres!


See you when we get back!

Thursday, May 25, 2006

They're nice shoes, but they're still just shoes

Why do some people put Nike Swoosh stickers on the back windows of their cars? What's more, why do some people, obviously not sponsored by Nike, get the Swoosh permanently tattooed on their flesh? I mean, I wear Nike stuff, I like Nike stuff, but I also like Kraft Cheese & Macaroni yet I don't feel compelled to make any perpetual public proclamations about either.

Speaking of odd things to stick on your rear windshield, what is with the "In Loving Memory of ______" stickers? What "in loving memory?" Driving? Are they saying that their every mile is driven in loving memory of the person? What about when they are cutting someone off or rolling through a Wendy's drive-thru? Is that also intended as a tribute? Is this the best way to pay respects to the dead? I am sure I have mentioned this before and I am sure I will do it again next time I see one.

Dammit it is a beautiful day outside. Really really torturously nice. I had no interest in working anyway, but a day like this just adds insult to injury.

Could God himself stop Steve Nash from getting a layup whenever he wanted?

Has Aaron Sele sold his soul? How else can you explain his success this season?

Friday, May 19, 2006

Your Contributions for the Mustache!


Me and the fellas at Adam's wedding. I'm your huckleberry.

These photos courtesy of Joe.

Phil and Cruiser Burroughs. Two red-blooded American men who know a thing or two about facial hair.

Arguments for The Mustache


Goulet!