YIKES!

Wow...
Over two weeks since the last post...
Busy, Busy, Busy!
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And don't forget to brush those teeth at least twice a day!!

Pavement Picasso

This guy takes sidewalk chalking to an entirely new level. He carefully plans out his drawings and creates them to look 3D and real when viewed at the right angle. This first video shows the process...



...and this video is good to watch just to see the many different drawings he's done. I wish I thought of this first!

Would you like to supersize that?!

Sometimes I see things that make me think that perhaps I need to explore art in a different way...

Sink the Titanic!

Over the past months, I have truly grown to hate the song "My Heart Will Go On" from the film Titanic. I know that all of the Celine Dion fan's who read this blog (perhaps there is at least one) are throwing their hands up in shame and disgust, but in all honesty I do not think that even you could survive what Concordia students confined to the Student Union endure on an almost daily basis. This is hours and hours of bad piano playing, generally consisting of at least ten times through the afore mentioned ballad.

Click to Enlarge; or view on Flickr.

Best U2 Cover Ever?

One of my new favorite bands is flyleaf - a good friend showed this video the other day and I can't stop watching it. Not usually what I post, but enjoyable in my opinion.

Pride In the Name of Love

If you can't see the video, here.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out!

Don't have time to post my own thoughts - here's one of my favorite poems By Shel Silverstein.

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!
Shel Silverstein, 1974

Like a Chicken With it's Head Cut Off, Literally.

September 10th, 1945 finds a strapping (but tender) five and a half month old Wyandotte rooster pecking through the dust of Fruita, Colorado. The unsuspecting bird had never looked so delicious as he did that, now famous, day. Clara Olsen was planning on featuring the plump chicken in the evening meal. Husband Lloyd Olsen was sent out, on a very routine mission, to prepare the designated fryer for the pan. Nothing about this task turned out to be routine. Lloyd knew his Mother in Law would be dining with them and would savor the neck. He positioned his ax precisely, estimating just the right tolerances, to leave a generous neck bone. "It was as important to Suck-Up to your Mother in Law in the 40's as it is today." A skillful blow was executed and the chicken staggered around like most freshly terminated poultry.

Then the determined bird shook off the traumatic event and never looked back. Mike (it is unclear when the famous rooster took on the name) returned to his job of being a chicken. He pecked for food and preened his feathers just like the rest of his barnyard buddies.

And so, Mike the headless chicken lived on for another 18 months after that. Scientists concluded that the jugular had not been completely (or properly) severed when Olsen delivered the usually fatal blow, and that a clot had formed to prevent the chicken from bleeding to death. They also discovered that much of his brain stem was still intact, and since the brain stem controls most of a chickens' reflex actions Mike was able to stay in a fairly healthy state.

For more on Mike the Headless Chicken visit his official website, and if you happen to be in (or near) Fruita, Colorado around the third weekend in May be sure to stop by and enjoy "Mike's Festival."

Join us in beautiful Fruita,Colorado and enjoy -

Chicken, A Huge Car Show, Great Music & Entertainment, Chicken Dance Contest, Chicken Recipe Contest, Food and Craft Vendors, More Chicken, the 5k "Run Like a Headless Chicken", Chicken Games, Historic Tours, Eating Contests, Mike's Market and more. Great Family Fun! Attending this fun, family event is a NO BRAINER!

"I'm Crushing Your Head"

Classic Kids in the Hall - The Head Crusher...

Wall Street Gets Crushed.

If you can't see the video, here.

Nightclub Patrons Get Crushed.

If you can't see the video, here.

Five Things I Did Over Break...

...And three things I didn't.

As you should already know, my Spring Break was this week. Yes, I know, it was incredibly early this year. It's been fairly uneventful for me thus far; here are a few things I managed to do...

Number One: I visited the Leinenkugels Brewery in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin.


Number Two: Watched a lot of Arrested Development.

Number Three: Made a Snow Angel.


Number Four: Did ALL of my Laundry

Number Five: Took a Trip to the Mall of America

And now, here are just a few, three to be exact, things that I didn't do over break.

Number One: I didn't do nearly as much homework as I should have.

Number Two: I didn't eat my weight in pizza...or hamburger...


Burger Picture Via Say No To Crack

And last, but certainly not least...I most definitely DID NOT take a ride in this elevator...

More Spring Break Pictures.

More Spring Break pictures on Flickr.



Unfortunately the snow wasn't quite sticky enough to make a snow man...

Spring Break?

Does this look like Spring Break to you?









Yes, that's right. I am currently on Spring Break and this is what it's like outside. Not only is it snowing a lot outside, the University has declared a "Snow Day." Too bad since I am already on Spring Break I can't truly enjoy the benefits of that Snow Day.

toys

Wow...who is this spoiled little kid?! Look at all the toys he has!




Out of boredom, I figured I'd share my nephew Riley with anyone who reads this...and I thought I'd say that he's spoiled to get a reaction out of his parents when they see this.

How to peel a hard boiled egg