Parking on Main St. in Farmingdale is kind of a pain in the arse. I remember I parked in front of the Post Office one morning, my passenger side tires practically touching the curb on one side, and the driver side tires just hanging over the white line on the other. And if you want to keep your car door don't even think about opening it when a ( Read more... )

In the last two days, I've come across a few of those silly lists for single women on how to spot a good guy. Problem is that the ability to make banana pancakes came in ahead of intelligence and kindness on more than one occasion. I know some of these lists are done in jest, but seriously? Breakfast food preparation being valued over a smart ( Read more... )

This list is based on a number of things that I've experienced during the 250 miles I commuted this week. They're not all bad by the way ( Read more... )

There's an interesting article over on Jalopnik about gearheads. My Uncle thinks I fall into this category, but I think he's nuts. And then I thought about it some more and said, yeah, maybe I am a tiny bit gearhead. So here's my take on their 10 'you might be a gearhead if' points.

10.) Dirty T-Shirts, Dirtier Hands: I do have a couple tees ( Read more... )

Throwing around references to The Avengers only makes me love you more :)

Wish I could show you the original because my scan doesn't do this justice. (The original has some more ceiling detail, is sharper, and appears to glow) My boss' mother passed away a few months back. At the wake, they had these photo tributes set up around the room. But I was drawn to this image. This is a picture from his parents wedding day ( Read more... )

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via io9

via boing boing

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/04/04/star-wars-sound-effe.html

Guess it's time for a grand re-watch weekend because I only got 50% correct. I feel like someone might take my geek card away :(

Now you know. You're welcome.


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Travel down the road a spell and you'll see this house, sitting in all it's glory in the middle of a field. Owned by a husband and wife, they tended the house and the surrounding land. The husband passed away a few years back and Mrs. Hoosier went on alone, renting the surrounding land to a local farmer to tend. But she was never really alone. ( Read more... )