February 2011
9 posts
Tell me.
How you gonna do it if you really don’t wanna dance?
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Get Outta My Tickler File
The Billy Ocean hit “Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My Car” takes on a whole new significance if you regard it as a GTD metaphor instead of a love song.
January 2011
22 posts
Brocabulary
There are so many permutations of “bro” that you can’t even properly spell them without umlauts. There is no way you can reasonably form the word “braeh” without at least one squiggly line or a couple of dots involved somehow.
I hate when I like a song that comes included with a new computer, one that you find in the library of Windows Media Player right out of the box. I’m afraid to put it on my iPod. I don’t wanna be judged.
Evernote or Springpad?
When I was little I thought that the guy in “I Heard It Through the Grapevine” was literally eavesdropping in a field of grapes. I was mistaken, but it’s worth noting this is how I first realized where grapes come from.
Man, I hope when we show our film tomorrow it’s the Gmail of the screening and not the Google Wave.
This somehow evaded my detection for all this... →
Lebowski Fest, man.
How to Foil the Chandler P.D.
After a hostage situation at the mall earlier today:
Ex-Sgt. Andy Hill further said that the shape of the upscale Chandler Fashion Center, which is similar to the letter “A,” could make finding the fugitive difficult.
