So I stopped over the Ikea the other day and check out this parking spot that I got:

What luck that I was only there to return something and pick upp a couple brackets.  I felt like going in and buying a bunch of heavy shit just to make good use of the space.

I had posted on Twitter (after seeing this happen) how funny it is to see two men meet to greet one another when one goes in the for handshake and the other goes in for the hug; it is like a slow motion car accident.  Later that same day, my friend Keesha actually pulled this on me after having seen my tweet and it was HILARIOUS.

Well, thanks to my friend Brant, here is a clip from 30 Rock where that exact thing happens, though picture with two men who are not stationary but rather walking towards each other.  Damn hilarious.  See it in all it’s awkwardness here.  It is in the first 30 seconds of the clip.

Now this accidental social weirdness is not to be confused with the “hugshake” or “manhug”, which is done intentionally; below is a photo of a proper “manhug”.  We shake hands at the same time as we one-arm hug, with our other arm between our bodies.  This creates adequate body distance so that our penises don’t accidentally bump into each other:

This was what I saw a couple weeks ago while hiking Squaw Peak.  The sad thing is that I live somewhere in all that muck.  I’m going to blame it all on leaf blowers.

So I saw the photo below showing a bunch of old calculators:

and it made me remember the one that got me through all my electrical engineering courses, mainly because I could secretly type formulas into it in case I couldn’t remember them for the exam.  The classic HP41CV:

Hard to believe that at the time they cost $325.  I could get an entire laptop for that now, especially when adjusted from mid-1980s dollars.

Need I say more?

So I am sitting in one of my local coffeeshops enjoying some caffeine and wifi and in walks two kids around ten years old, ordering a white chocolate mocha and an iced tall non-fat chai while talking on their cell phones.

Don’t any kids just play red rover anymore?

How I spent my previous Tuesday…

I discovered completely by accident this morning that if I say “fuck off” to the Cox Communications automated telephone support line it automatically and CORRECTLY connects me to the billing department.

I love it when things just make sense.

Some of you may have read when my Dad was the Kingman Police Volunteer of the Year (what a show off !) and now he gets in the paper AGAIN!  Looks like he is dropping the hammer on those bastards who park in handicapped spots; you go Dad!  (He is the one outside the car…)

Read all about it here.

This is the chorizo at the Ranch Market at 16th Street and Roosevelt:

I don’t want to see that they make with bull testicles.