It's The Little Things

Plastic makes things taste funny. Plastic cups are for kids (or clumsy people). Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi tastes significantly better in a glass, or a ceramic mug, than in a plastic cup. Glass and stoneware are more refined than plastic. Plastic has many great uses. My preferred drink container isn't one of them.

I moved recently and was without any mugs or glass glasses for a little while, I bought some mugs and tumblers this week and it has been wonderful enjoying real flavors again. Hot chocolate is hot chocolate-ier, water is snow-melt-mountain-spring-fresh (okay maybe that's due to the new brita filter), dark carbonated beverages, of the regular and unleaded varieties, are far more gratifying. Friends, get a glass, mug or both, take the taste test and tell me you don't notice the difference. Expose your taste buds to a whole new world.

Sometimes it is the little things.

i LOVE snowboarding

"picture this" by mack dawg productions, in shops this month

"injured, injured bad"

oh, techmologee. iPod Classic edition

Just look at that sexy box o'music. It doesn't hurt that Nelly Furtado is on the screen either. I am so happy Apple finally updated the iPod line. My 5th generation iPod with video is hurtin'. Noir (that's its name) has been a good little music box, it has held my most cherished songs and allowed me to watch tv shows on the go, but it can barely live away from a power outlet. Very soon I will buy a new black 160gig iPod classic, maybe I'll call her Noir 2.0. Maybe I won't. P.S. I'm still amazed that I can carry TV shows and movies in my pocket.

just so you know

i went to disneyland today. had a bunch of fun, beat my personal best score on buzz lightyear's astroblasters and found out that i weigh 2400 tortillas. forget kilos or pounds, from now on i am declaring my weight in tortillas.

update: Disney's California Adventure has a Mission Tortilla Factory that's where I learned I weigh twothousandfourhundredtortillas. And Darcy has me wondering, how much I weigh in burritos, or toast...

oh, techmologee. keep the change.

so anyone who knows me well knows i dislike putting stuff in my pockets. i know pockets are there to hold stuff but i just hate overstuffed pockets. even more, i hate jingly-jangly stuff in my pockets, keys, but mainly COINS.
i told you that story to tell you this one.
i like technology. uh, no. i LOVE technology. there has to be something in the male genetic makeup that causes this techno-lust. my latest techno-crush is on the treat vending machines at school. why? i no longer have to keep change in my pocket or backpack. thanks to modern techmologee the goodie boxes take credit and debit cards now. oh how sweet it is. one sweet step closer to a coin less utopia.
now if i can just get my apartment complex to install card swipers on the washers and dryers.

WELCOME TO THE BAZOOKA SALOON

it is high time to get rid of my blog title.
as a kid i always wanted a bazooka of my very own, but everyone kept telling me i'd shoot my eye out.
i also wanted to be a cowboy and hang out at a saloon, not for the booze and the whores, but just to be able to say "i'm going to the saloon".
that led to the title bazooka saloon. two of my favorite words combined for your reading pleasure.
enjoy. careful what you shoot at in here, it might shoot back.
see? i'm still a dork