Now that is one happy tomato. I wonder what’s got the rest of the tomatoes down.
Sorry I’m late on my Easter Wishes for everyone. I hope you had a fun day, full of Batman Easter Eggs, Bunny Cakes and maybe even watching Easter Parade… but not Hop. I cannot stress that enough – do not watch Hop.
While the candy on the top of the cake is probably not vegan, the cake itself certainly is, featuring multi-colored coconut on top! This is my mom taking it to the next level after her first success (see the above ‘Bunny Cake’ link). It was both beautiful and delicious! The cake recipe comes from the giant Veganomicon cookbook.
In Act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare writes:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Ya see, that’s all fancy talk for "You can all "chocolate" "dog shiz" and it won’t alter the taste; chocolate tastes like chocolate no matter what you call it.
I like signs – I can’t explain why, but I think signs are awesome. I talk about them all the time!
Here’s today’s sign, found at a small Italian restaurant. As you can see, they’ve… What, gone for a Morse Code style? I get that the dots are there to break up the words, but for some reason, this is still very funny to me.
That’s all – nothing too out of the ordinary. This short post might be a sign that my tendinitis is bothering me!
Hi, I’m Jamie, and if you didn’t already know, I’m a crotchety old man. Hence the following complaint (Do your best to imagine a garbled old man voice while reading the text below):
In my day (the eighties) we had die-cast metal Hot Wheels and we liked it that way. If your friend pissed you off, you’d just bean him in the head with a corvette or a station wagon and he’d know you meant business. Now these. .. These pathetic substitutes for Hot Wheels are not only poorly constructed, but look at this ridiculous marketing tie in! What kids want to play with the VW from Footloose or the convertible that was featured in Beverly Hills Cop? Why are they selling toys now that should have marketed to me twenty-five years ago!?!
This dude was just hanging out (“hanging out with his family, having himself a party!”) and didn’t seem to mind having his picture taken, so here we are.
We visited Dorney Park and Wildwater Kingdom this past weekend – this was my first time there and for the most part, my observations are based on a comparison with Six Flags Great Adventure. Let’s dive in: Read the rest of this entry
There’s been a an innovation in slushy technology, and I’m guess that it has wacked the Icee Bear out of his gourd! Does he have rabies now? He looks demented! Look at his face – look! Or maybe he’s just had too much sugar? I bet that’s it. Jeez, I bet that a lifetime spent drinking Icees have made him a diabetic. That’s a damn shame.
Sugar and bears don’t mix. Or do they?
If you don’t live in the New York Area, then you may not be familiar with The Village Voice or their website and one of its regular features, the slide show. These slide shows function like bad high school year book ‘Just for fun!’ sections and, like a high school year book, they only make sense to the people who were there at the time. Take Fireworks and Bass on the Hudson as an example – it looks like the sent a photographer to an event, told her to take as many photos as possible and make sure she told everyone they could see them on VillageVoice.com in an effort to generate as many page impressions as possible – because just look at these photos! There is nothing interesting happening here – aside from that one kid’s Koopa backpack.
And of course, we have the obligatory photo of young ladies dancing, proving once again that if one must put their hands in the air, one must do it in a manner consistent of not caring, because they look pretty silly to me – but then, such is the fate of most still captured dancing.