Archive for August 2006

I have a friend who always drives in the carpool lane on his way home, even though he’s by himself. He did some math on the time he saved vs. the amount of money he could expect to spend in tickets, and decided it’d be a good idea. He’s been doing this for about 2 [...]

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about Chase’s new credit card commercial seems strange to me. Oh wait, I know what it is. It’s the fact that they’re using a cover of The Beatles’ “All You Need is Love” as background music. I mean, didn’t they realize how unbelievably ironic that [...]

I’ve noticed something strange recently, and figured it was worth commenting on. First let me preface this post by saying that I have not been in any kind of accident. Everything is fine. I’m fine; my car’s fine; there was no accident. This is just something that I noticed while driving around Seattle and wanted [...]

Yesterday, me, Shahaf, and Chris went out to some random golf course in Woodinville to play 9 holes. We decided to play skins style, and I pretty much played the best golf I’ve ever played. The course was pretty crappy – the grass in the fairways was a mix of already dead and almost dead, [...]

It’s that time of the year again: the football season is just around the corner. My fantasy football league is getting itself together and deciding on the rules for the year. Both of the new football video games are coming out in the next week or two. The Seattle Seahawks are trying to decide what [...]

On Saturday, I woke up with a sore ankle. Well, it wasn’t so much my ankle as something around the area of my Achilles Tendon. I have absolutely no idea why it was sore; I suppose I must have hurt it sometime Friday night, but I can’t remember. So what did I do to help [...]

I just finished reading an article entitled How To Spot Casino Trash over on ESPN’s site. It was evidently written several years ago, but I must have missed it at the time, and it’s still funny. My favorite part was when the author started talking about “the guy who doesn’t care that his cigarette is [...]