Instead of going to the Apple Developer's Conference today, I went to the Dairy Food Expo, and, while nowhere near as chic or glamorous, the announcements about Cheese 2.0 and the new models of the iCheddar were something to behold.
An impromptu podcast featuring long-time friend Jeff Barnes waxing under influences on the mismatched pastiche of music and setting in a late night scene from a Lebanese restaurant here in Hamilton, Ontario.
A bottle of red, a bottle of white, a horrible musical compilation that should be titled "Slices of Blandness".
This podcast marks the marriage of the scripted lovehate podcasts with the impromptu podcasts. Episodes 42 of both are now combined in the new episode 85.
Some meanderings on the concept of hockey cards as universal ID documents... they'd just be so much handier. Plus, you could trade them with people as business cards. And (a second totally unrelated topic) how the concept of design is failing the local Chinese food takeout menus. I don't even know what I'm ordering any more - I'm going to Taco Bell.
via womansday.com
Alright, I know it's from "Woman's Day", but any compilation of crazy-looking burgers gets me interested. Of particular interest is the "1UP Mario Burger" that looks cool, but I would never eat, the "Luther Burger" which uses donut halves for buns and should be nailed to door of a church, and the "Butter Burger" which scared my heart into a new zip code just reading about it.
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I've either found a wicked new name for my next band or I just threw up a little. While I have no doubt that this probably tastes just fine. There's something very wrong about this picture. Now I'm not one who's all about presentation at restaurants. For me, good food and good portions win the day. This, however, has crossed the line of culinary decency. Maybe this would be a nice summer treat add-on to Pork Cones or Headcheesecake.
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As much as I think the idea of the hamburger is infinitely cool in conception and design, I wonder if I could comfortably sleep in it. I may have nightmares of the Hamburgler sneaking in to steal me in the middle of the night... and not the softer-featured Hamburgler of the 80s. I'm talkin' the crotchety old sour-faced Hamburgler of the 70s.
I would also think that the morning ritual of organizing pillows, sheets, blankets and duvets may get a bit daunting in a semi-comatose state. Let's face it, if you don't get the design right on a daily basis, you've essentially got a big brown ottoman in the middle of your bedroom.
All-in-all the hamburger bed may be cool looking as a concept piece, but a bit intimidating for a good night's rest. Then again, campers in sleeping bags are spending their nights in a sandwich wrap or soft taco. And I guess you could say that the average person sleeping on snow white sheets should be chilly on their Klondike Bar mattress.
Concerning an explanation of The Garnish Continuum, deriving meaning from the blinking lights around you every day, and using Twitter as an evolutionary tool.
I don't know how to couch this in clever or witty banter. I don't know how to ask for your forgiveness in unleashing this on you. That I know something like this exists makes my world a bit less innocent.
And so I present... The Incredible, Edible Anus!
"The chocolates are small anuses, no "cheeks" or other body parts attached. The seem to only come in chocolate or solid silver. They are certainly a curiosity and would be a great gag gift for your less than conservative friends or even gifts for a wild bachelor or bachelorette party. Just remember they are chocolate so be sure to keep them in a cool dry place."
As the associatedcontent.com article states upon heading to chocolate anus site:
"it is easy to forget you are at a website that sells chocolate anuses."
A thousand pardons my blogging brothers and sisters. I feel shamed and guilty and not worthy of sharing the same web as you, but the site is called lovehatethings.
While I know the litigious-minded proliferation of the western world with regards to out-of-court settlements with big corporations, the fear-mongering has become absurdly ridiculous when on a carton of eggs that contains pictures of eggs and a rendering of a chicken, the company has to list the allergy advice: CONTAINS EGG.
Have we been absorbed so far as consumers into the Sham-Wow death grip that in the future we will need our peanut butter to warn us of peanuts, our orange juice to warn us of oranges and our cucumbers to carry a label that says "contains cucumber"?
I also like the claim of "free range" eggs. It's good to think these eggs were allowed to graze openly on the lush plains well before they were packed. I know that PETA has been advocating for eggs to have a minimum of two weeks on the range before they are packed and subsequently boiled alive and dipped in dye for Easter festivities.
Considering the 7-11 1.8L Double Gulp fountain drink: a fountain pop option that shouldn't rationally exist, yet provides a sense of accomplishment.
