Funny Headline of the Day

I know that most bloggers have a rule about not reblogging things they read, but this one was too funny to pass up. The headline "Mr. Potato Head in Australia ecstasy bust" says it all.

Craig - do you still have connections in Ireland that we don't know about?

Big shout out to my dad

Hey Dad - thank you for raising me right. Thank you for putting a wrench in my hand and having me learn how to fix a sprinkler system. Today I spent a few hours replacing a busted zone valve. While I probably could have just replaced the innards, it was too old to find replacement parts. So I dug in and replaced the whole thing. And it works. Pretty darn well. And for $20.00 it is a lot cheaper than a plumber.

Star Sighting!

So anyone who knows me knows that I generally don't go ga-ga over movie stars, but I have to share with you the following story. It's a beautiful sunny summer day in Denver, and I am early for a golf game at a municipal golf course in the northwest part of the city. It isn't a bad course, but let's just say that it wasn't designed by the Golden Bear...think $40 with a cart and that's the level we're at.

I go into the "clubhouse" (loose terms here) and find the restroom to change into a pair of shorts and who do I find tending to the loo? Bill "its in the hoolee" Murray! And then immediately I realize that this is a terrible place to meet a movie star. It's nearly impossible to reach out and shake a hand, or say anything, without being super-duper weird.

Fortunately as we came off of the turn at 9 holes, he was finishing 18, and one of my partners had the balls to bother him. So with the groundwork laid, I calmly approached him and thanked him for "Lost In Translation" - which if you haven't seen it, check it out. He has come a long way since Caddyshack.

Ironic* Garbage

It has been about a year since Liz and I decided to experience the great outdoors that is Colorado. We marvel at its beauty as we drive down the highway. We regularly just state, outloud, without provocation that this is simply the best place in the world to live. So with this in mind, we packed up our things in the family truckster and set off for the wilderness. Those long time readers may remember the stories of last year's venture into the woods, and those that don't, find the soaking wet tale here.

As for the camping trip, this year the weather was much more enjoyable, and proved to be just as picturesque as we remembered it, save for the wetness. We did enjoy a fantastic six mile hike through the park, and it was returning from this hike that we both spied the worst piece of litter either of us had ever seen.I think that the label is self explanatory. What kind of idiot procures a bottle of water from the Rocky Mountain Conservancy, and then litters with it???

* I hesitated to use the word ironic because of its elusive meaning, and the fact that almost noone, even those with multiple college degrees can seem to use it correctly. To those grammar nazis (most of which are my near and dear friends and family - I don't care if I use it wrong...)

Today's Creepy Ad

Recommended Reading

If you are a nerd, like me, you will love the this site

I only really get about 75% of the jokes, but the ones that I do get are hilarious.

If you are not a nerd, forshame. Come over to the dark side. The side of hilarity.

New Stuff to Read

If you are under 30, or use the Internet even half as much as Liz, this is hillarious!

For one day only!!

So today is the day! As a few of you may know, by brother has recently taken a job as a flash animator, and his current assignment is to create a short 15 minute interactive game for the internet. So, a new reoccuring post here at the blog will be a notification of when there is a new game on the site authored by Ken.

So point your browesers to http://www.dailyrage.com and build your own Frankenstein. And do it fast, as it is only up for one day!

Ok, so business travel can be cool

Check this out. I just returned from Las Vegas, where I spent a day and a half marketing for my job. Now before I hear the collective groans of "oh, Las Vegas.." and put up with the "whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...", rest assured that 1) Vegas is a soleless berg in the middle of the desert, and 2) the day began at 4am when I woke up to catch my flight from Denver, so it can be reasonably determined that I was exhausted by the time this story happened.

So Andy and I are standing in line at the Palms hotel, well maybe it wasn't quite a line, but a gaggle of people waiting to see the next check-in helper, and Andy is called forward to receive the key for his room. I am hailed down by the next attendant, when some other guest (who obviously had his head too far up his own ass to notice), walks in front of me and is helped. With a look of "oh well" because, really, the day was over, and I was happy just to be close to changing out of a suit, I join my business partner at the counter. I look up to find that the hotel manager is the person checking us in - he comments on the rudeness of the other guest, and says that they [the Palms] as the "nicest rooms in Vegas" and that he would get us "a nice one for our troubles". Now tuck this away for later use - my inconvienance time was about 15 seconds.

We are provided with keys and are told that we are on the 50th and 51st floor respectively. Having traveled a lot, and stayed in a number of hotel rooms, this isn't a big deal to me. As we get off the elevator, it still hasn't hit us yet. So we part ways and state to each other that we will call to rendezvous later for Memphis Championship BBQ (a whole different story).

As I put my key in the lock and open the door, I am greeted with a sense of shock and awe that was probably along the lines of what Georgie Bush was looking for in his recent crusade. There is no bed in sight. In front of me lies was we conservatively estimated at 1,500 - 2,000 sqaure feet of Vegas hotel real estate! Walking into the penthouse suite that I am to call my "room" for the night, a feeling of "is this right?" swells inside me, at which point I beat it into submission and remind myself that it is, in fact a Monday night in Vegas - not exactly a high day for room demand.

Andy rings me, and of course his corner penthouse is just as cool as mine, with a jaccuzi that is filled from the ceiling, three plasma tv's and a sitting room! As I don my terricloth robe and flip through the television, I recall the lesson of the day, which is that event for a couple of non-gambling businessmen in town for one night, Vegas can still impress you. Oh, and don't cut in line!

Some stats from the Palms website:


View the Vegas skyline at eye level from our Penthouse Suites. High atop the Palms & Fantasy Towers, these suites are custom designed to party with LCD and plasma screen TVs, Jacuzzi® tubs and, of course, wet bars.

* Up to 3,000 square feet
* Jacuzzi Tub
* LCDs and Plasma Screens
* iPod® Hi-Fi Equipped
* Full Wet Bar
* Living Room
* Walk-in Closet
* Capacity: 65

Published Rack Rate: $3,000
Chris' Rate: $79.00

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Being partially Irish (Grandma's name was Conners after all), I feel obliged to post a short note about our day and evening. Having spent the day on Friday learning to ski (don't worry, a descriptive post about this will be forthcoming), I rolled out of bed, sore to the bone, to spend the day with my fiancee and our dog Maggie. Liz set us up to be part of one of the largest St. Patrick's day parades in the country! Maggie and 19 other greyhounds, all rescues from the track, walked down revelers who were already more drunk than I even plan on being at all this evening. Walking down the street, we realised that this was the place for us - but after a well deserved nap.

We are up from the nap and are on our way out. We are sporting our green, and are ready to go to what I am sure is the least authentic Irish pub in all of Denver - there won't be nearly enough 80's music to make it like the real thing.

Jannelle Fuller is CUTE

I may be 2 weeks behind here, but I thought that this picture deserved to live forever on the internet. Hopefully, in 20 years when Jannelle types...pardon me, thinks, her name into Google (we'll all be employees by that time), this picture of her at Valentines Day 2007 will emerge.

Funny Picture of the Day

So I know that I am a terrible blogger. I never seem to have time to upload the funny things that I find in my daily life. And when I do, I usually find that my fiancee has the ability to make it funnier. Period. So with that, I am resorting to launching a new service - Funny photo of the day. My one rule is that it can't be lifted from fark.com (which if you haven't been to, its a fantasitic news aggregator with snarky commentary.

Today's offering comes to us from some Belizian travel site that I have since forgotton.



I think it is funny. What do you think?

Status Update

So I am not sure if my three readers are up to speed on this yet, but on Sunday we had a bit of an accident with Maggie. Liz took her to the dog park by our house to run and play, and unfortunately was bitten pretty badly by a Siberian Husky. It is a long, painful story that I really don't care to relate more than I have to, but on the bright side, she seems to be acting just like her old self...sleeping heavily, all day long as I watch her from my home office.

Would you buy this?

It's about ten to 9am, and I have a meeting to go into, so I will keep this short. Among my various insurance industry news, I found the following story, about a Bloomington photographer who is searching for State Farm employees to create a racy, Women of State Farm calendar. The project is in the vein of a number of different calendars that have been created for various catastrophes--but speaking from first hand experience, the list of female insurance workers that I would want to see in racy poses is about as long as my little finger. The Carol's and Sandy's of the insurance world are just not cut out for it.

Key quote from the article: "He didn’t know how many applications he’d received, but said he would need a lot more."

Yea! Grades are in

Despite a major blizzard, it appears that the University has opted to indeed hand out grades for this, my first semester of business school. All four of my readers (thank you family), will be happy to know that I passed with flying colors - they will allow me to come back for more punishment in just a few days.

Anyway, lots going on in my life, but most of it is either chronicaled on Funundrum, or Cuscotopia. Both are being regularly updated in between cleanings of the house that Christmas exploded all over, so I recommend checking them out.