With everyone just posting whenever they want?
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
A Productive Use of Business Cards
So Giggle Print can get you 250 free business cards, and all you have to pay is shipping and handling.
Of course I had to capitalize on this. I got 250 cards, all just like the following:
_________________________
Brett A. Bumgarner
828.508.5285
brett.bumgarner@gmail.com
_______________________
So I just write little notes in the middle and leave them places. For example, I saw a poor soul with a parking violation and I wrote, "Sorry about your parking violation. That kind of sucks. kind of." Then I stuck that in his ticket.
Or ...
"I once lived in someone's closet for a week. At least I tried to ...
These business cards were a good investment. And free! <333" style="font-style: italic;">Survivor. Is that more sexy or sad?"
Or ...
"You know what? I really liked Muriel's Wedding."
I slipped those cards in unsuspecting people's pockets at a coat rack at a bar. How me can one get? Pretty me, in my case.
Of course I had to capitalize on this. I got 250 cards, all just like the following:
_________________________
Brett A. Bumgarner
828.508.5285
brett.bumgarner@gmail.com
_______________________
So I just write little notes in the middle and leave them places. For example, I saw a poor soul with a parking violation and I wrote, "Sorry about your parking violation. That kind of sucks. kind of." Then I stuck that in his ticket.
Or ...
"I once lived in someone's closet for a week. At least I tried to ...
These business cards were a good investment. And free! <333" style="font-style: italic;">Survivor. Is that more sexy or sad?"
Or ...
"You know what? I really liked Muriel's Wedding."
I slipped those cards in unsuspecting people's pockets at a coat rack at a bar. How me can one get? Pretty me, in my case.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
just wanted to say thanks
to all my awesome friends who never did this to me :)
And speaking of math, I recently calculated the terminal velocity of a 4 kilo kitten tossed from a plane. That is a fat kitten.
Monday, February 25, 2008
HAPPY MOTOWN MONDAY
IT IS THE DAY WHERE YOU LISTEN TO MOTOWN
EVERY DAY IS MOTOWN MONDAY
Q: WILL IT BE MOTOWN MONDAY TOMORROW, EVEN THOUGH IT IS TUESDAY?
A: EVERY DAY IS MOTOWN MONDAY
BEWARE OF MOTOWN MONDAY
YOU MAY NEVER BE THE SAME!!!!!
EVERY DAY IS MOTOWN MONDAY
Q: WILL IT BE MOTOWN MONDAY TOMORROW, EVEN THOUGH IT IS TUESDAY?
A: EVERY DAY IS MOTOWN MONDAY
BEWARE OF MOTOWN MONDAY
YOU MAY NEVER BE THE SAME!!!!!
Remember that "Not Quite Freegan" thing I "tried" ?
Yeah. I didn't actually. I failed miserably and succumbed to beer, coffee, peanut butter, milk, lentils — all the foods signifying today's decadent society!
Maybe I'll just give myself some other taskforce project. Or get a taskforce project partner. That may make my next taskforce project an easier taskforce project.
Taskforce!!!
Maybe I'll just give myself some other taskforce project. Or get a taskforce project partner. That may make my next taskforce project an easier taskforce project.
Taskforce!!!
Tabula Rasa
Philadelphia has had a strange effect on me. I've completely forgotten all the horrors of Carrboro that spurred me to move here.* I've completely forgotten everything!
Believe me, those horrors still exist. I'm still extraordinarily angered, hurt and pained by some people and experiences in Carrboro, which I realized when I went back to there to pick up the rest of my furniture. I don't think I can go back there for a long time. It's like visiting Aushwitz. ... er ... that's too heavy, dark and surely inappropriate. More like visiting the set of Two and a Half Men. Either way, it's unpleasant.
But unless I venture onto Facebook or flickr and start looking at photos and/or profiles that bring back memories past from Carrboro, it's like, "Huh? Carrboro? What's that? Oh RIIIIGHT. That thing. I forgot about that and all that ... sucktastic crap that happened there."
That's the magic of Philadelphia. Only now I'm bored. Mind-numbingly bored.
*Well, the horrors of Carrboro may have been the main reason, but I'd say It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia probably played at least 30% of a role in me moving to Philadelphia, or at least picking Philadelphia.
Believe me, those horrors still exist. I'm still extraordinarily angered, hurt and pained by some people and experiences in Carrboro, which I realized when I went back to there to pick up the rest of my furniture. I don't think I can go back there for a long time. It's like visiting Aushwitz. ... er ... that's too heavy, dark and surely inappropriate. More like visiting the set of Two and a Half Men. Either way, it's unpleasant.
But unless I venture onto Facebook or flickr and start looking at photos and/or profiles that bring back memories past from Carrboro, it's like, "Huh? Carrboro? What's that? Oh RIIIIGHT. That thing. I forgot about that and all that ... sucktastic crap that happened there."
That's the magic of Philadelphia. Only now I'm bored. Mind-numbingly bored.
*Well, the horrors of Carrboro may have been the main reason, but I'd say It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia probably played at least 30% of a role in me moving to Philadelphia, or at least picking Philadelphia.
Revenge, Sweet Revenge
You know what the dastardly way is in which I take out revenge on people I feel have wronged me? Be warned, it's quite devilish.
One way is by revoking their blog administrator status. Take that, fiend!
Another is by untagging them in pictures I have of them on Facebook, or by deleting their names from photo albums. If I'm feeling particularly nasty, I'll just delete entire photos with them in it!
Sometimes I'll even take people out of my phones. Oh I can be quite vicious when provoked.
Does anyone else do stuff like this? When it's your only way to actually take out your anger at someone you're fuming with, so you say, "Alright, Judith, I've had it with you. I am DELETING my funny caption on this photo of you wearing a silly bow. That'll show you."
Am I the only one who does this?
One way is by revoking their blog administrator status. Take that, fiend!
Another is by untagging them in pictures I have of them on Facebook, or by deleting their names from photo albums. If I'm feeling particularly nasty, I'll just delete entire photos with them in it!
Sometimes I'll even take people out of my phones. Oh I can be quite vicious when provoked.
Does anyone else do stuff like this? When it's your only way to actually take out your anger at someone you're fuming with, so you say, "Alright, Judith, I've had it with you. I am DELETING my funny caption on this photo of you wearing a silly bow. That'll show you."
Am I the only one who does this?
CouchSurfing AND Penguins?
Did you know you can CouchSurfing actually has couches in Antarctica? Nearly 30!
What are these people's jobs? Firefighters (Two? In Antarctica?), janitors, a pilot: the whole gamut! Why are we not taking advantage of this? Other than because I'm completely terrified of Antarctica. And especially Mount Terror in Antarctica.
What are these people's jobs? Firefighters (Two? In Antarctica?), janitors, a pilot: the whole gamut! Why are we not taking advantage of this? Other than because I'm completely terrified of Antarctica. And especially Mount Terror in Antarctica.
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