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On the way home from the bar last night I accidentally stepped in a pothole. No big deal, right? Well, that caused a major blowout in my trusty Rainbow flip flops.

Anybody that knows me knows that I’m a bit obsessive when it comes to my flops. I insist on the best, and that’s why I wear Rainbows. The drawback, however, to these excellent flops is that it takes months to properly break them in. They’re like a good leather jacket - they only get better with age. Now I have to start all over…

I just signed into my GMail and saw this announcement about Google’s new “GMail Paper” service:

Intriguing:

Is it free? Yes. The cost of postage is offset with the help of relevant, targeted, unobtrusive advertisements, which will appear on the back of your Gmail Paper prints in red, bold, 36 pt Helvetica. No pop-ups, no flashy animations—these are physically impossible in the paper medium. How about attachments? All part of the deal. Photo attachments are printed on high-quality, glossy photo paper, and secured to your Gmail Paper with a paper clip. MP3 and WAV files will not be printed. We recommend maintaining copies of your non-paper Gmail in these cases. Is there a limit? You can make us print one, one thousand, or one hundred thousand of your emails. It’s whatever seems reasonable to you. But what about the environment? Not a problem. Gmail Paper is made out of 96% post-consumer organic soybean sputum, and thus, actually helps the environment. For every Gmail Paper we produce, the environment gets incrementally healthier.

I love the shot of the guy dropping off the Google box full of printouts.

(Yes, I know it’s April 1st… But can’t a guy want to play along?)

Happy Valentines Day…

Apparently I’m not the only one that finds that funny…

Tonight I had the pleasure of seeing “Snakes on a Plane“… If you haven’t heard the buzz I must say it is the finest piece of cinema I’ve seen in a long long time.

It was a celebration of terrible cliches and hilarious one liners. A movie where you can tell they probably started with the goal of making a “real” movie, but about halfway through they realized that would never happen and said “aw fuck it, lets just make it so bad it’s good.” And it was so so bad, and yet so so good…

Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous! You drink everyone under the table.

Who’s Your Inner European?

I could have told you that without taking that stupid quiz. However, my inner European does not wear a skirt.