Not bad at all, I'd say...


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Job Opening!

How does this even happen?  Read the label.  If you don't see it at first, don't feel bad.  I didn't either.  Once brought to my attention, though, HA!

I'm sorry!

I received this little gem of a note on my car's windshield the other night outside of the curling club.

Look, it was an accident.  The roads are all messed up with snow and ice piles, and it really didn't appear to be the end of a driveway that I parked in front of.  St. Paul is a messed-up, idiotic place and it appeared to me to be some strange old sidewalk.

That isn't important here, though.  What is is the logic that the note-writer in question uses in constructing this hate-filled diatribe.  Apparently, if I blocked the driveway on purpose, I'm an asshole.  That seems fair enough.  Things get weird, though, were I to have accidentally blocked the driveway.  In my mind, that would make me a lesser variety of asshole.  In the writer's vengeful mind, though, that makes me a reckless asshole.  How the hell do I get this elevated status of asshole if I didn't even do it on purpose?  It just doesn't seem fair.

Skymall completes me...

Every time I fly, I swear that they could never top the dumb shit that I saw the time before.

 

 They never disappoint. Look at that dude's face! He knows that he looks like an asshole. He also knows that some other asshole is going to get bored on a plane, take a photo of him in this photo, and write some idiotic blog post about it. Done and done.

Cute undies!

Quite a few people(neighbors included) have seen me in my underwear over the years. I guess I have no problems walking around in whatever I see fit, as long as I keep it PG-13ish. I've never been told "Hey Kelly, those are really cute undies!"... and I sure as shit don't plan on clicking on this facebook link in order to make it happen. Pure visuals aside, what dude is going to buy underwear from a company called BonBon, anyway? This would probably be a good time to plug Flint and Tinder. I supported these guys on Kickstarter, and got 3 of the best pairs of drawers a guy could want. Best part... they're the only brand a guy can get that's completely made in the USA. Every time I put a pair of their undies on, a bald eagle spreads it's wings and goes "CCAAAWWWW!!!!".

I lifted this screenshot off of a friend's OK Cupid questionnaire. I've never been one for the dating site thing, but I had no idea it was so damn COOL! How the hell did these questions get next to each other? I'm thinking of joining just to see the rest of this thing.

I don't yoga. It's not that I think that it's total crap, I just don't do it. I definitely don't "Moksha Hot Yoga", and this ad I found isn't helping to change that opinion.

What is the significance of shooting an ad for a hot yoga class in the middle of a grocery store isle? I know this wasn't conceptualized by a professional ad agency, but seriously, how was this idea hatched?

Easter Suit/part 8?

As it did the last 7 years or so, the Easter Suit made another triumphant return to the streets of Minneapolis last week. As with every time before, all it requires is that I put it on in the morning. The rest always unfolds from there...

Mom?

This was undoubtably the strangest conversation via text message that I've ever had. It doesn't need much prequel. All you have to know is that my parents were first asking me to go to Jimmy's on Sunday morning(awesome), then later that day, sending me real-time pictures/correspondence of their trip that they finally took to the Strip Club steak house that I bought them for Christmas last year.

Let the shit-olympics begin...

Shotty McHotty!

I've always said, if I bought a house, I'm getting a shotgun to go with it. As far as crime is concerned, I've always lived in pretty nice areas, so I can only attribute this desire to being a male child borne of 80's movies and television. This is most evident in the before and after photos of said Remington 870.

Before.



After!


I'm fully aware of how unnecessary this modification is. Perhaps it will make more sense when I'm done slapping shit onto it.

Whoa-ly WHAT?

Take a good, hard look at this crap sandwich...



I don't know if you're seeing this correctly, but that is a 16 oz probiotic coconut drink being sold at Lund's for $10.99.

That's ten dollars and 99 cents... American.

OK, I get it. Lund's is a nice, clean store that makes white people like myself feel special about themselves by offering flattering lighting, and the occasional short haired carpet(minus any stains). I go there, mostly because it's close, and they do have good(overpriced) produce.

That said, what in the holy fuck is this price point about? And the label? Not only does it apparently offer no special reason to purchase it, but it moves to the baffling side of the universal order when it declares that "Children Love the Taste"!!! This is Northeast Minneapolis, for christ's sake, not the Hamptons. I haven't seen anyone around these parts so flush with cash that they want to feed their walking garbage disposals something that costs $.60 an oz when they would be perfectly happy with some shitty juice concentrate.

Tomorrow, I shop at Rainbow. I'm sure I'll be late for work because of it.

I'm still alive

It's been a long time since I blogged. Whatever. I've been busy buying(and moving into) a house, and searching out this fucking Antelope head to stick on my wall. Suffice it to say, that's all the excuse I need.

I love my phone.

There, I said it. Not so much for the phone part of it. That's cool and all, but the camera is just becoming more fun than it should be. I'm starting to feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend. I mean, I have a $5000 camera that is sitting there... and that's it. I mean, sure, I've shot a couple editorial things as of late with it. I also did some tabletop work with it. Great. Glad I can rely on it for that kind of stuff. I did it's job, and it did it admirably.

That said, when it comes to the pure fun of taking pictures, the fucking iPhone 4 camera is just out of hand. Actually, it's mostly the combination of the apps that I use that give it the quality I want, and the order and degree in which I use them, but still...

Anyway, here is some new work taken with it. And I don't use the term 'work' lightly. Mine and other's is woking it's way into portfolios everywhere.

Prick

Have you ever opened an app on your phone(think Wikipedia, Google, Shazaam, etc), and been completely and totally amused at what you were last searching information on? I spend a good deal of time talking shit at bars so trust me, it happens to me all the time.

This one stood tall amongst the rest for me, though...



I have to ask myself, what conversation was I in that this term even needed defining, and what led up to said conversation? Was I in an argument with an linguistically savy whoreson/cocksucker/SOB, and wanted to double-check my terminology before I whipped insults at him? Makes sense, because I can't think of many things more embarrassing than insulting someone, only to have them bitch-slap you with your own misused words.

I guess I'll never know...

Gaddafi

By the looks of it, dude, you're already dead.

Kickin' Ass for MS

Most people already know this, but I'm running in the Minnesota Mud Run for MS. Actually, there is a post below somewhere that explains what it is and why I'm doing it, if you really give a shit. The reason I'm writing this, though, is for a different reason. Check out this screenshot here...



This is the homepage of Minnesota's Mud Run. As you can see on the bottom right, I am speed-bagging the rest of Minnesota's competitors in the realm of fund raising. In fact, there is only one team of dumb, drunk chicks ahead of me*. The beauty of the position that I hold as #1 fund raiser in MN is that, unlike most who trail me, my contributions have come from many, and in small amounts. I'm the Barack Obama of fundraising, if you will. The dark horse, who's ability to fund raise can be measured in direct relation to how effective and persistent I am in the areas of peer-pressure and ambiguous, underhanded threats.

I'd like to take this time to say thank you, again, to the heros that have thus far come forth and pledged for MS. Unless, that is, you pledged to someone other than me... then you're a terrorist.


*I have no evidence to support the claim that these women are dumb. Or drunk. Or even women, actually. I just said that because it was funny.

Easter Suit

In what has become one of my favorite reoccuring Spring time rituals, the Leisure Suit once again made its Easter appearance.



For 7 of the last 8 Easters, this suit has made Minneapolis a better place to have fun. A better place to raise children. A better place to call home. If you were lucky enough to witness it this year, then you're welcome. If not, it'll be out next year, and it's up to you if you want to bathe in it's glorious rays of lime-green sunshine.

Someone squish it!

I don't pay attention to the Royal Family. They embarrass me, and I'm not English. But still, a guy with internet access couldn't help but know what just went down, and even a little about it.

I guess I thought I knew enough. Now I'm not so sure. This photo changed everything.



Look, I get it. They're called Blue Bloods for a reason. Over the years, there has been a lot of tolerance to making sex with members of their own family. This causes problems, health and otherwise. And, when I say otherwise, I mean the miniature troll on the right flank of the former Miss Middleton. Oh my god is she ugly. She looks like she was squeezed out of a tube. I know that flowery halo thing is for decoration and all, but I'm imagining that it is a magic head-collar that is the only thing that keeps her from changing back into her natural state of full-fledged werewolf.

Post #200!

Jesus. I was surprised enough to just have the fortitude to make it to 100 posts, but 200? This might get in the way of my aspirations of becoming a lazy ass bitch.

I know that I haven't posted shit lately, but nothing exciting has happened in my life and I respect the 4 people who will read this enough that I didn't want to bore them by jabbering on with a bunch of crap that wasn't in the least bit interesting. It was my slow season, after all, as it seemingly was for the rest of Minneapolis' residents. I guess I could have posted photos of me reading the paper and watching The Price Is Right at Jimmy's, but that kind of thing is usually better experienced.

I did take this photo on a job a few weeks ago.



I don't know. I thought it was funny.

Hair, did.

For whatever reason, our kitchen has become the surrogate place to get your hair cut/colored when you can't make it in to see Nell at her place of work. Which works great for me, because I love cleaning hair off my cutting boards.