I know updates to the site have been few and far between, but we've all been incredibly swamped recently. James, however, just recently asked me to post this for him and I am happy to oblige. I must warn you though, it's certainly a much more graphic entry than anything written on here before, but in his own words, yesterday "marks the one year anniversary since the last time [he] shot heroin."
I read this with a mixture of emotions. Some anger, because I know that it should really be longer than a year, but mostly with feelings of happiness knowing my best friend is on his way to a full recovery.
Keep it up, James.
I'm almost positive I am Lindsay Lohans. She told me so.
I have the weaponry. Now all I need is the job.
via Neatorama, youtube
The "World's First Internet Balloon Race" is almost underway. In fewer than 6 days, Orange is launching a race that will leave many sites across the Internet (I'm assuming mostly blogs) littered with a tiny raccoon balloon. An orange floating raccoon? Talk about thinking outside of the advertising box.
So, for one week a bunch of virtual balloons will be traveling over the Internet to sites that have been submitted as different stops on the race. I came across a stop this morning at NOTCOT and if you look at the bottom of our site you'll see we're a stop as well. (As is our other blog, Spies in the Backyard Each site a balloon owner visits will gain them one Internet mile, moving them "farther along" than the slower, less-traveled balloons. The more Internet miles you gain, the better your chance at winning the Grand Prize.
This of course led me to my first question: What's the Grand Prize?
I'm really torn on this one.
Yesterday, I found a site called crowdSPRING and I'm having trouble deciding whether or not it is a good idea.
Notre Dame wait-listed me. They banned Eric for life. They gave my cousin a diploma for this.
And I couldn't be prouder.
It's not every day that one gets to meet and learn from someone who inspires them on a near weekly basis.
This Friday, I get to do just that. With SEVEN of those "someones".
I caught my first foul ball at the Indians vs. White Sox game last week.
Grady Sizemore had a 1-1 count and took a shot at a hanging curveball. It was a real screamer—one of those foul balls that when you see it on tv you think someone just took a shot to the head and isn't going to be seeing the rest of the game.
28 rows up and 5 sections past third base, I had just about a second or two to react. Just enough time to switch my peanuts to my right hand and catch with my left.
I always assumed catching a foul ball barehanded would sting like hell. Numb the hand. Swell some fingers. But I was wrong. It actually barely stung and didn't slow me down at all. Which finally confirmed another belief I've had about baseball for years: Grown men should not be allowed to bring a baseball mitt to the ball park.
Teacher: "Class, do you remember? Do you remember?"
Student: (singing) "Do you remember...the 21st night of September?"
So, Eric and I just got back from a week in Cabo and I figured the best way to bring you up to speed on everything that happened was through a Perfect Ten list.
Enjoy.
The music is frightening and the men look like giant squirrels, but this video is totally worth a look. Loic Jean Albert and his team go BASE jumping in wingsuits.
So no one has to suffer Sprout's frustration and disappointment ever again...assuming you don't get lost in the mail:
Elric Petit's simple solution
“I got it at NLU.”
That at least is what the cute girl on an advertisement I saw on the way home from work told me.
I saw it on the side of the bus and was immediately hit with two questions. What in the world is NLU? And what did you get?
An ongoing social experiment with the world wide web, you, and everything in between.
Believe it or not E-Rock has possibly found something to top the McCain's. You won't believe how far we've come from the best line in reality TV show history. "The only thing to do is forgive and forget. And Heidi all I want to do is forgive you and forget you."
Unfortunately, MTV megastar Lauren Conrad hasn't delivered any knockout punches on her blog yet but the Playoffs are young and the trash-talking is just beginning down in Southern California.
We here at the Worx can't wait.