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I could be clever about this, try to make some jokes, but I'm too happy with what we made. The trick where GOOG gives you $10 bucks for buying the Peel CD was clever enough.
I'm really proud of what we were able to put together, and how quickly too. Everything fell into place quickly, like Lvl. 9 Tetris.
It's driving me nuts. The signs aren't as confusing as they were but I still can't make out what they mean.
I would try to sleep if the low pitched hum I hear when I'm here would go away. As it stands, I'm better off staying up. Someone has to steer this house and clean the ship.
If I think hard enough, it feels like I'm sleeping. This doesn't even make sense to me, don't worry. Granite, it's slate, arkose cherts for shale?
!!WARNING SOME LINKS ARE VIDEOS!! — also, I totally did not format these for the web. I mean, the file size isn't too bad, but they don't stream or anything. sorry —
I made a fake bump for the Cartoon Network; Adam and Ben were discussing the new metal Optimus Prime doll, and I would just yell out "IT'S LIKE THE BEATLES!" from time to time, since that's my sense of humor.
Also, the secret to funny voices is slowing down real voices, AND talking in funny voices. Or speeding them up. If that doesn't work, you probably need a better camera.
More people my age (25) watch Adult Swim than CNN. Why? The first answer that comes to mind is: because Adult Swim is different than anything on the air—it’s intelligent, it’s weird.
I was reading this article on the Making of Frisky Dingo, and I couldn't help but want that to be me. I like to think that my friends and I are funny. Externally funny.
But now we are saddled with jobs (well, not me; I'm riding bareback, broke, but not broke back in Mountain View).
Last night I was shooting video and it's like, all top secret valley shit. Secrets are safe with me, I don't have much else I can keep. But the funny parts, are totally funny.
It seems appropriate that when I showed up, I made Tex Mex. Black beans (see: black beans with peppers and bacon, adopted from the CIA cookbook) and spanish rice, among other dishes.
I made it again, tonight, my last night in town. It's nice to know that when I leave here, she'll have some left.