Chark recently hooked me up with some sweet socks from Dublin:
I wondered why she asked for I.D. before handing over the socks. After taking a closer look at the label, I understood:
Not old enough to buy alcohol? Then you’re not old enough to wear these socks.
Even though I work for the Internet, I’m still often told by my coworkers that I’m a little dorky. I used to think this was a bit odd coming from them, but tonight I caught myself setting up a video feedback loop using screen sharing between my laptop and desktop. And then taking a screenshot of it. And blogging it. Yeah, I’m a dork.
“I’m surprised that you don’t get slapped more often.”
- Jason, to me. (paraphrased)
I’ve been giving out advice to guys like crazy this week. I’m like Will Smith in Hitch. This makes sense, as I am incredibly qualified. Here’s a short list of reasons why I should be trusted:
Koklynn suggested that I start an advice service on my website, so I’m pleased to announce that I’m launching one right now! Simply visit this page and fill out the anonymous form. Your name and email address are optional, and as of this writing I’m not even enabling the option to send me your IP address. If you’re lucky, I’ll answer it right here on my blog.
Just reused my “You can only see the Ghost Tree at night” joke from last weekend. Got a laugh. Again.
Just witnessed a code 4 at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Now a code 3.
Otters continue to be cute.
I have a drinking problem. Not with alcohol. Like Ted Striker.
My arm (from the bee sting) is killing me and I just saw a scary spider in the bathroom.
Made an awesome “Honey, I Shrunk The Kids” reference after someone noted I was covered in pollen.
Just got stung by a bee. Arm is a little red but you should see the bee.
©2008 Michael Wyszomierski