Let's Go Crazy

There's this dude in my neighborhood whom I have now seen twice walking down the street, get this...backwards.  The first time I saw him he had a bicycle tire hanging from his left elbow and in his right hand was a smooth gray stone that had written on it the roman numeral 3.  I have no idea what his story is, but I'm incredible curious.  As a bonus to his crazy creditials, he looked suspiciously like Prince.

5 Beer Rating?

There's this store I like to go to, I guess its a liquor store, but whatever.  I like going there and buying a 6-pack of something I've never had before. It's a risk, but its also an adventure. Most of the time I'm happy with my purchase. Every once in a while I get something I don't dig too much, but its good enough for me to finish off the 6-pack. At my last visit I overheard the following conversation;

Customer: Blue Moon is made in Belgium right?
Employee: That garbage is made in Canada.

Yeah, if you want a belgian style wheat ale pick up Hoegarrden. Hands down better.

Dome Piece

I've always wondered why, when a bottle of shampoo + conditioner is the same price as a bottle of just shampoo or just conditioner, anyone would not buy the shampoo + conditioner?  How can you go wrong?  They're both obviously good for your hair so why skip out on one?

Life is full of perplexing questions.

Knuckleheads

For several days I found myself in the dark cave that is life without the internet.  My computer decided to get all Terry Schiavo on me, and instead of trying to fix a problem I imagine I could fix with enough time I just went ahead and dropped a bucket of cash on a sexy new machine.  Don't think of it as a thoughtless spending splurge, my old computer was purchased in May of 2001 so it was time for a new unit.

I'm diggin' all 20 inches of this widescreen.