I made a webcomic!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Meet Me in St. Louie, Louie.....
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I went to St. Louis over the weekend/Monday. Kendle had an interview, and I had to go climb all over the City Museum.Pics in my Picasa:
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| St. Louis Trip |
What's that? You are not familiar with the St. Louis City Museum? Well check out the pictures, it's got to be the largest indoor and outdoor jungle gym ever created. Maybe not...im sure I could go look it up, but lets just say this thing went three stories up. They had a full cave system in the basement (the dragon pictures), a whale/jungle setting and a giant hamster wheel. And that was just INSIDE!
Outside they had this ball pit, treehouse, and 2 full planes connected by rebar cages. It was nuts. I went on an epic journey, which I have animated in GIF format for you here.
So there is ton's more in the Picasa Album, but let's just say that this place has MANY pending lawsuits against it. It's a death trap. Not only almost everything in the place made out of rebar or concrete, but it's ALL at head level, perfect for a small child to run into and puncture something.
Most of the places were too small for me to get to, this place was really built for little kids, but whatever, I still had fun.
Oh and they had a 10 story slide. We walked ALL the way up to the top, and had to take a break. It was a long haul up. But damn that ride down was worth the price of admission!
Then...you gotta go to the arch, right? So we walked down past the New Busch Stadium, and hit up the arch. We didn't go up because we got there a hair to late and they were closing.
The next day Kendle went off to her interview, and I sat at Starbucks watching Saw 5 and 6. Why? Cause fucking Saw 7 (I REFUSE to call it "Saw 3D") comes out FRIDAY! I had to get refreshed on what had been going on.
It was a long trip, the interview went really well, and before I get like a million emails or comments, yes, there is a possibility that we may move St. Louis. But don't get your panties in a bunch yet, it appears that in these hard economic times, Smarty Pants Kendle gets her pick of jobs, and there are many more interviews, in many more places...even Champaign. Calm the fuck down.
Here's a movie!
Labels: Kendle, movies, Saw, St. Louis, youtube
Negative One Year Anniversery
Monday, October 25, 2010
This is why I sometimes say "I'm a hell of a guy."Who get's a negative one year anniversary present? Kendle, that's who. I swung by the store on the way home, rushed home, swung the door open wide and yelled "HAPPY NEGATIVE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSERY!"
Kendle was in the kitchen getting our beer cheese ready for our Octoberfest party. She looked up in surprise and a smile spread across her face.
"For ME?!" she squealed in delight as I crossed the front room and handed her the flowers. "I had totally forgotten that's a year off! You are so sweet!"
At least that's the way it was supposed to go. Instead we went to lunch that day and she says "My mom reminded me it's one year till we get married today."
"Great, she ruined the surprise." I replied. "Just remember to act surprised later." I grumbled.
So I went to the store after work, and picked up some flowers, came home to an empty house, put them in some water and plopped down on the couch to play some FInal Fantasy 13.
So, not quite how I saw it going...but a wise man once told me "the movie never plays out in real life, the same way you see it in your head."
Still, I'm a hell of a guy...
Engagement Photo Shoot
Thursday, October 21, 2010
So where were we?Ah yes, Sunday. For those of you following along, we are on day three (Friday, Saturday and now Sunday), and I still have not had a chance to stop.
So why would Sunday be any different. It started with getting up and going to breakfast early on, then running around trying to get fertilizer for my lawn and other things (I need a new tv) from Walmart.
So then, I fertilized, I ran, I showered and got dressed with about 30 seconds to spare before I had to run out the door for our photo shoot. Literally I left Kendle upstairs while I went outside on the porch to air dry so I would look ok in the photos.
So then we are taking photos. Yeah, I didn't just take a few photos in the back yard, I hired a guy to take professional photos. Why? Cause I'm a baller and the photos look AMAZING. Way better than some freebies taken by my friend or mom or something.
So we shot all over downtown. Boltini opened up early for us so we could shoot there with out a bunch of patrons in our shots. That was super nice. Then we went all over downtown. Random streets, patios, interesting doors, etc. Wherever had a good shot.
So we were doing this one shot on the street corner and it was a red light. Our photographer was in the street shooting back at us on the sidewalk and this truck pulls up.
"Woooo weee! That's NICE." Someone cat calls from the stopped light.
In my head I'm like "Ok...that's nice, move along now" But he keeps going!
"Yeah, I like that....mmmm hmmm!"
"Really?!" I said out loud. Possibly loud enough that he could hear...I mean, I could hear him, so I assume he could hear me.
Now I looked up and saw who this guy was. He looked a hair retarded (or whatever the PC term here is) so I don't think he could help himself. He sees a pretty lady and he wants to let her know whats up. But DAMN that was the creepiest way to express enjoyment ever.
So the driver rolls up his window as to not allow him to further interrupt us, and the light turns green and they take off.
That was about the most excitement a local photo shoot can have I think.
Pictures are not ready yet. They need to be cropped and all that shit. Word on the street is two weeks. I'll have them up for you guys ASAP.
Labels: Boltini, Champaign, conversation, downtown, Kendle, picture, stupid people, wedding, Weekend
Titties = Dates
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
So after that crazy trip to and from Chicago, I came home. I was running on about 5 hours of sleep and was crazy tired. I even put my pajamas on and started watching Children of the Corn 5 at like...4:00. I was ready to not go out or do anything.APPARENTLY the rule is if I go to a strip club and DON'T get a dance, I have to take my lady out on a date the next night. No matter how tired I am. I'd hate to see what would happen if I GOT a dance.
NOTE FOR COLIN: There will be no strip clubs at my bachelor party. I seriously don't want to see what would happen if I got a dance.
So after CotC 5, it was off to the Indian joint for some dinner. Now I didn't tell her this but before we left I wrote down some times to movies and emailed them to myself. So she just thought she was going out to dinner, but then I surprised her with a movie too.
I'm a hell of a guy.
So after dinner I'm speeding to the theater down some random roads cause we have about 10 minutes to catch the next show when the road becomes blocked by a marching band.
I shit you not.
And they just kept coming. It was like something out of a movie. People were pulling U-turns and trying to go around. And the band just kept going. FINALLY there was a small break in the line of people...and then the flag girls started to cross. It was never ending!
We did make the movie on time. I saw that "Life As We Know It" one. It was pretty ok. I mean...spoiler alert...the baby brings the two opposite personalities together. But you knew that was gonna happen. You saw everything (including the "ending speech") in the trailer.
Labels: breasts, Colin, Kendle, movies, Weekend, youtube
Bachelor Party
Monday, October 18, 2010
What a whirl wind weekend! I took Friday off, 'cause I needed to be in Chicago for Colin's Bachelor Party. But I couldn't just hit the road first thing in the morning. Oh no. First I had to mow (and bag leaves) and then weed-b-gone the lawn. Then I had to run, and shower, and go get Halloween costumes, and eat and after all that...I still had to eat lunch!Whew! I didn't get on the road till 1:30.
It was an uneventful ride up this time. I didn't drive through a tornado like the last time, or see any accidents. I DID get recognized driving into the city. See traffic was going so slow, so I decided it was ok to roll down my windows. We were trucking along really slowly and there there was no changing lanes or anything going on. When all of a sudden I hear "Hunka!"
I look to my left to see which one of my adoring fans it was, and that's when I see a car full of Gingers, and the one hanging out of his window finishes his sentence:
"...JESUS!"
I suppose my license plates were offensive to his sensitive red hair? Who knows. But that's all that really happened on the way up there.
Now onto the party. Let's just say I have been worrying about this thing for like six weeks. I don't REALLY know how to throw a great party, and I don't REALLY know all of Colin's friends up in Chicago so it was a little scary trying to plan something. I went with the no-plan plan. Yep, I just made reservations at a restaurant and then no plans after. We flew by the seat of our pants for the rest of the evening.
Now...what happens at a bachelor party...STAYS at the bachelor party, so I don't have any fun stories to tell, but let's just say Colin ended up with four bourbons in one glass, and he drank it all...and this was at 3am! Clearly he had a good time.
And that was only FRIDAY NIGHT! The rest of my weekend did not slow down, but that's another story for a different day.
Labels: bars, Chicago, Colin, Halloween, wedding, Weekend
Robot
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Look, I made a robot in Maya:
well...STARTED to make a robot. I think it needs tank treads for feet, what do you think?
Reactions and Retractions
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Let's comment on a few of my recent posts, shall we?First lets talk about the Even Stevens post. 100% of girls who commented to me said "You know she got fake boobs?" EVERY SINGLE ONE.
Ladies, lets get one thing straight here...guys like boobs. In the immortal words of Ron White, "You seen one set of boobs...you kinda want to see them all." Fake or real it makes no difference.
Secondly, 100% of guys who commented to me said "I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers."
No seriously, that's the ONE QUOTE they all said to me. I think I may be rubbing off on my friends a little. I think this just further proves my above point. Big, little, flat, square, green or blue...guys just want to see them. Period.
And for the retraction. The Hunka Brand from a few days ago, when given to me was given with the story that Pappa Hunka picked up the "B" brand and then said to himself "No, he wouldn't want this" and then bought the "H" brand. NEVER did he mention that my mother was a part of the thought process.
Not true. She apparently helped. So please retract my previous post about how cool my dad is, and instert how cool my PARENTS are.
Which was always the case. If I was white trash enough to use bumper stickers on my car to impose my beliefs on others, I'd get one that said "My parents are cooler than your parents."
PS, if you google image search "my parents are cooler than your parents" this come up for some reason...
Labels: breasts, Momma Hunka, Pappa Hunka, picture
Christy Carlson Romano (NSFW)
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Ah...my very first Not Safe For Work post! I've really come along way! I used to have a huge thing for the sister on Even Stevens. Ah Ren Stevens, with your braces and uptight attitude, you were the secret bombshell. Like if you just let your hair down and took off your metaphorical glasses you would be "the hottie."
Well, clearly you have let down your hair...AND a few other things, as this video from Mirrors 2 shows.
Disney "Princess" be warned, you are going to have to step up your game to stay relevant. I swear Miley will be the next to go.
Hunka branded steaks...or pork chops...or chicken...
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Check this out. How cool is this? My dad went to Arizona and brought be back this. What is it? Its a god damned "H" brand that you heat up while you are cooking and then before you serve whatever delicious meat you made, you BRAND that shit with your mark.Did my dad get me a "B?" Oh no. He knew better. He got me the "H."
Kendle got some sort of hanging pepper bunch. I guess they were all over the south west. My dad, being my dad, told my mom to shake out all the spiders before she gave it to Kendle...AS mom was handing the bunch to Kendle. You can imagine her reaction.
Labels: cooking, Kendle, Momma Hunka, Pappa Hunka
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