Dear London: It’s the 21st century. Get some fucking street signs for god’s sake. You’re a major fucking city, stop acting like you’re some quaint village. I have gotten lost yet, but you certainly haven’t made it easy. And before you start, let me stop you and assure you that No, it is not part of your charm.
Good Food (seriously)
Strongbow. Sounds like the name of a beer. Scratch that. It sounds like the name of a kick ass beer. It’s even got a dude on the front shooting a bow and arrow. What could be awesomer? I was tired. It had been a long couple of days. I wanted a beer. And dammit if Strongbow isn’t a cider and I didn’t realize it until after I’d bought the 8 pack, leaned back in my chair and had that first sip in my mouth. I am, needless to say, disappointed.
London Eye
At first, I thought there were a lot of prostitutes here in London…then I realized that’s just how the women dress here. I love this place.
At STN we are both scientists (one a brewer, the other a sociologist), and as scientists we must say that the state of affairs in the world is unacceptable. We are disappointed in our colleagues for their laziness and lack of dedication. To take one completely random example, it is currently not possible to have chips and salsa or a decent chimichanga delivered from a good Mexican food restaurant in Texas to someplace across the world (England, say) while it is still hot and fresh. This is abominable and we chastise the entire scientific community for not figuring this out. Shame on you other scientists. Shame on you.
Note: The example above was derived purely at random and has nothing to do with one half of STN’s impending departure to the land of bland food for 5 weeks. Nothing at all.
Yeah, okay, he was weird. But all we have to say is that if your body and mind could do the things his could and you lived as abnormal a childhood as he did, chances are you wouldn’t turn out to be quite as normal as you are. Let’s put it this way, if you’re such an amazing performer that could invent the freaking moonwalk and not have it show up until 1:45 into a 6:00 video of your best live dance moves, you are operating a different level than the rest of us and it should come as no surprise that regular conventions don’t quite apply to you. Watch below and be prepared to have your mind blown.
Kobe Bryant’s most recent NBA championship has many people placing him in the top 5 NBA players of all time. But by our count, he doesn’t even crack the top 10. Here’s the list:
1. Dirk Nowitzki
2. Jason Kidd
3. Brad Davis
4. Mark Aguirre
5. Rolando Blackman
6. Jim Jackson
7. Jamal Mashburn
8. Michael Finley
9. Steve Nash
10. Jason Terry
11. Kobe Bryant
12. Nick Van Exel
That’s It! That’s The List!
One half of STN drinks more often than the other half.
One half of STN brews his own beer.
These are not the same people. Weird huh?
Well not quite as weird as these freakin Coors Light commercials advertising a new can which will let you know when your beer is cold. WTF? Despite our different relationships with beer we at STN rely on an age old technology to tell when our beer, homebrewed or storebought, is cold. That’s right, we just touch the bottle. We use our skin to tell us if something is cold. Revolutionary, I know.
(Of course, we’re totally fine with our computer keyboards turning red whenever we write a new post cause we’re on fire, baby!)
Summer classes started today. I thought they started next week. My bad, students. My bad.
I was just about to purchase a version of one of these belts about 7 or 8 years ago. Just before I called the 800 number, the product was pulled. Why? Because that product was designed to shock the user. I guess too many people had problems with the intensity of those electrocusions small shocks.
Today, I came across this, and now I’m seriously having flashbacks and wondering what if…or how long?
This past weekend one half of STN returned to visit a camp he used to work at. At the same time I was there, the camp was having Environmental Education week for elementary school children. As the students were doing their chores they could be overheard singing a popular Ting Tings song. So what did we learn? 6th graders and I have the same taste in music. Awesome. That’s not my name!
