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THIS is brilliant: Guerilla Drive-In. John Young has an old BMW motorcycle with a sidecar on which he has mounted a 16mm movie projector. He then goes to various locations and shows films. That’s cool in and of itself, but here’s the trick: in order to find out where he’s going next you have to be on the members list. In order to be on the members list, you have to find the MacGuffin. This is so awesome it makes my loins ache.

This would be the best “soup and sandwich” deal ever.

Particularly if the sandwich is a beer.

Can someone explain to me this behavior? You’re walking down a hallway, and someone is coming from the opposite direction. It’s a big hallway, so there’s plenty of room for you to pass each other, but the person coming your way was sort of in the center, and refuses to yield, forcing you to walk right up against the wall, perhaps even brushing it with your shoulder, to avoid banging into them.

Happens to me at least 3 times a day at work. I’ve had people actually start out far away and move closer to me, like they want to play chicken. I’ve considered banging someone a few times, but I’m rather large, and fully 65% of the people that do this are women, and probably 25% are very small men. I’d knock them down, and then I’d look like a d-bag.

Is it just a dominance thing? Are they just suicidal? Do they want to sue me when their shoulders dislocate? It really creeps me out. I mean, do I say something? And what about people who let doors slam on you?

Help me, I’m in a quandary.

This looks…greasy. (via Andrew)

Two athletes compete during the Turkish oil wrestling event in the western German city of Kassel on June 28, 2009. In the Turkish national sport also known as Yagh gueres, the athletes douse themselves with olive oil before the fight.

If you’re having trouble expressing your feelings about Michael Jackson’s death into words, I suggest you read today’s Achewood.

Good gravy, what a day. At work we racked six (6) large unix servers, which requires putting special slidey rails into big racks, then taking them out and doing it again, because we either put them in backwards or used the wrong screws, meaning that the server could fall out of the rails and crunch. Since each of them is worth more than my car by an order of magnitude, we thought it best to do the job right. Took about six hours.
It also meant that I didn’t get to work out, which is greatly annoying because I’m still fat. Tonight I may have to get on the exercise bike, but I may just skip it because I hiked and ran in the woods for 100 minutes yesterday to combat the effects of the 8 beers and 3 platters of sushi I ate afterwards.
In short, I’m exhausted, which along with the fact that I’m composing this on my iPhone while pushing Charles’s swing explains both the crappiness and brevity of this post.
Have a pimpslappinous weekend, allsayalls!

For those of you who are, like me, “Pro-Mo,” I need you to sign the petition to keep Lt. Dan Choi from being kicked out of the army for being gay. Particularly since the Obama administration has its collective thumb in its butt, waiting for some kind of magical fairy to give them permission to rescind discriminatory policies. And no fairies are likely to show up because they keep kicking them out of the military.

That is all.

The scariest part of this picture is how much the baby looks like Josephine:

I’m thinking we need to reenact this shot with Josephine and one of her grandfathers, probably my dad, because Sarah’s dad has never worn and never will wear makeup of any kind.

I was never a huge Michael Jackson fan, but I freely admit that he was probably the greatest pop entertainer ever. My fondest memory: going somewhere on vacation with my wife, I don’t remember where, and I don’t remember if this was before kids or if Charles might have even been with us, but we listened to Sarah’s Best of Michael Jackson CD and sang every song at the top of our lungs. Even as casual MJ fans, we knew every word.

I dreamt about Thriller last night; it was the least scary nightmare ever.

Found this pretty field of clover whilst out on a hike yesterday. Not five minutes later I came upon a group of high-schoolers who asked if I had any rolling papers.