Pictured here, you see McDonald’s new “Sweet Tea”, which apparently is meant to add to the Southern Style menu that is fashionable of late. I like tea. I like sugar. Sweet tea, however, mixes the two ingredients in an unholy ratio. While I haven’t scientifically measured, I estimate the sugar-to-tea ratio is about eleventy five bajillion to one. I’ve eaten sugar cubes that are less sweet than this stuff.
The scary part, is that upon asking a friend that lives in the south about this crazy Northern version of the beverage that is so common in the south, he assured me that it’s probably sweeter down there. (This, by the way, would only be possible by creating some tea-based super solution, which would instantly crystallize when ingested. I’m just sayin’)
Soooo…. What the heck?!?!! Y’all from down south: Do you really enjoy this sort of thing? Do you also suck the honey right out of the honey bear too? Has the heat gotten to all y’all?
Oh, and there is a particularly sweet, slightly brown snowbank outside my house.
Ok, my blog has been not much fun for me the past few days, so I’m resolving to have fun here. No more politics (my political views, for the record, are reflected here, and there will be some funny political “commercials” coming your way soon). No more metaphorical vegetable stories. No more BOFH type posts.
At least until I feel like doing any of those things again. Because it’s my blog. And I’m fickle.
So, just so that I cover the gamut of controversial issues, I leave you with irrefutable proof that Stevie Wonder is God:
1) God is Love (1 John 4:8)
2) Love is Blind (Shakespeare, Nietzsche)
3) Stevie Wonder is Blind (He can’t see.)
So Stevie Wonder is God. And I’m his humble preacher, so send your tithes and offerings to me. I’ll be sure he gets them.
After I did the cinnamon challenge, Kate Baker gave it a go as well. Then, Donna got home, and figured she’d give it a try too. Here is Donna doing the cinnamon challenge:
Carlie: I’m pretty sure you have to do the challenge now…
I like to wear mismatched socks. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s true. I prefer similar thicknesses, but I’m not terribly picky. It’s important that they are drastically different, however. Something like one purple and one green is perfect. Or one white tube sock, and one argyle dress sock.
So, do mismatch socks annoy you, or make you feel unique?
Last night, I showed my true colors as I pushed silly right to the border of awkward.
Nathan blogged about his issues with Dominos Pizza. I thought it was funny, and wanted to taunt him. So, I went to his online book, which has his name on the bottom, and looked up his home phone number in New York. Thankfully, his name is unique enough that this proved really simple.
Using my Skype phone (so it wouldn’t say, “Michigan Call”), I called him posing as the pizza guy. It’s funnier if you read his blog post, so go read it. (Warning: There is some angry New Yorker language, but it’s really funny. )
Well, I’m off to buy brake pads, and replace the bad ones on the van. Lucky for me, I don’t have a garage, and the temperature is below that which freezes water (and rear ends).
I also have a selection of tools that likely came from the dollar store. That, and a cub scout knife from the early 80s. It should be interesting.
Normally I would wait for help — but last night our brakes decided to skip the friendly “squeak” reminder, and go directly to “look, that car is trying to stop by rubbing two bricks together!” …wish me luck.
Every time I return a rented DVD, I look forlorn and slightly sheepish as I tell the clerk, “I’m really sorry, but I didn’t have a chance to rewind the movies…”
It’s funny approximately 1 time. But that doesn’t stop me from repeating often.
Pictured here, you see McDonald’s new “Sweet Tea”, which apparently is meant to add to the Southern Style menu that is fashionable of late. I like tea. I like sugar. Sweet tea, however, mixes the two ingredients in an unholy ratio. While I haven’t scientifically measured, I estimate the sugar-to-tea ratio is about eleventy five bajillion to one. I’ve eaten sugar cubes that are less sweet than this stuff.
