tomato/tomahto.

"You say tomato, I say tomahto."

...

Oh, really?

You're a fucking liar.

Nobody says "tomahto."

fanny packs.

What is it about fanny packs that makes us so profoundly detest them? And by "us," I mean "you," because I happen to think a small satchel secured around my waist would be quite useful. Are they really that visually offensive? Think about it.

Payback's a bitch.

This what I woke to this morning. Apparently, Shae was none too pleased that I tied her shoelaces together, and felt the need to borrow this blockade sign from the Broadway Bridge in order to sequester me upstairs.

Thanks a lot, Shae. While it's no secret that I'm an avid street sign collector... this one is a little large. I guess I'll have to find a way to re-gift this gigantic fluorescent fence-like thing...

...I feel a prank coming on.

This is what happens if you decide to be my friend:

So... my friend Shae fell asleep on my couch, apparently unfamiliar with the risk that comes with being a close friend to an insomniac. In case you don't recognize the the content of the picture above...

I tied her shoelaces together.

I can hardly wait to see her wake up! I mean, let's be honest... tying someone's shoelaces together is a classic pranking tradition that will NEVER get old.

MC Escher

I've been trying to keep my life in perspective... but the only perspective I seem to have is MC Escher's.

Speaking of MC Escher, let me share a little quip that I know:

Okay, so MC Escher walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey, want to hear a joke?" Okay, so MC Escher walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey, want to hear a joke?" Okay, so MC Escher walks into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey, want to hear a joke?" Okay, so…

HA! Get it?

Bigfoot

Bigfoot must be the hide and seek champion of the world.

thought for the day:

I feel like my life would have been much easier to keep track of and remember if my mother's maiden name had just been "Password."