Vexillologist? Here’s another site for you!
These are hilarious. Especially the real ones. So much eye pain.
Also, I love that the page title is “/r/Maryland.”
Edit: SOMEONE PUT THE FLAG OF BRITISH COLUMBIA ON THERE HOLY BUTT GOBLINS I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGH THAT FLAG WAS HIDEOUS
To be fair, though, that weird-ass sun on it probably looks so weird-ass because nobody ever sees the actual sun in BC so they had to render it based off of myth and rumor.
Vexillologist? Here’s a site for you!
I love this. I’ve always really liked flags. I also didn’t realize how much more frequently the US flag’s been changed compared to pretty much every other flag. Freaking states.
I have a book on flags and flag families, but it’s pretty old. I used it for a speech class presentation in high school.
Edit: here it is! Copyright 2002. If you’re at all into flags, I’d recommend this book (an updated version, haha). It’s got a really nice layout and covers way more than just country flags.
END!
HEY FART FACTORIES
I FEEL LIKE DEATH AND WANT TO USE EXCESSIVE CAPS LOCK SO HERE ARE SOME GIFS
That cat grabbing the sock is the funniest thing in the world.
Dear Calgary:
It’s fUCKING SEPTEMBER, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS WEATHER?
I am not mentally ready for snow. I’m just not. Winter ended in mid-April.
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy
The Four Skies of Calgary
Summed up very nicely in one photo.
1: THE GODS ARE ANGRY
2: THE GODS ARE MILDLY ANNOYED
3: SUNBURN
4: nice
This photo also demonstrates how quickly the weather can shift between these four modes.
The Fade: Part IV
Uhhhhhhhhh so even my winter walking pants are pretty faded now. You can very easily see the bottom part by the ankle cuff does not see the sunlight because I’m a short mofo.
My shirt, on the other hand, does not appear faded at all, despite the fact that I wear it year-round.
Weird.
LISTMUS
- Nate played this song for me and I’m really digging it. It’s not a five-star, but it’s damn good anyway.
- Hahaha
- LOOK AT HOW GOOD THIS PASTA LOOKS! Yums.
- I have recently discovered the wonder that is dry shampoo and I may never shower again.
- Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s it.
What do you get when you Google “Eigenblogger?”
For the regular Google results, you just get a bunch of my categories and/or tags. But for the images?
Ha. What madness.
Also, what the hell are these suggested searches?
Some of them, yeah, I see it.
But others? Weird.
Anyway.
I see a little silhouetto of a ham
HEYOOOOOOO so this is something I just thought of checking (I should have done it earlier, it turns out), but I was wondering today if I’ve spent more than half my adult life in Canada yet. Some important info I needed to figure this out:
- I turned “adult” on February 2, 2008
- I spent 686 days living in Vancouver (the longest damn 686 days ever)
- I spent 70 days living in London
- I’ve lived in Calgary since August 15, 2014
So after a little bit of wizardry (math), I found out that January 5, 2017 was the first day where I’d spent more than half my adult life in Canada (1,631 days in the Canada compared to 1,630 in the US).
So that’s kind of cool! Wish I would have thought to check this a few years ago so I could have actually live-blogged it, but whatev.
Do I ever live-blog anything anymore?
MOSCOW-BOUND
I’m heading to Moscow for a bit, YAY! We’re driving back from Calgary today and then I’m in the ‘Scow for like two weeks.
Rockin’.
Edit: $163.27 wheel of cheese? It better be…gouda.
K
Ugh, I want to draw, but I feel like I have no creativity in my brain right now. Or more like there’s creativity in there, but it doesn’t want to come out.
Which is frustrating, but not unfamiliar.
What is this “air quality” you speak of?
Me: “Walking is healthy because it helps relax you, helps get your heart rate up, and helps get you outside to absorb some of that sweet vitamin D.”
Air quality:
Me: *walking 15 miles outside anyway* “HHEEAALLTTHHYY…”
Where There’s Smoke, There’s Calgary
It’s hot, it’s smoky, and I feel like every time I go outside I lose like 10 minutes off my life expectancy due to said smoke, but I’m sure I’ll be missing this “weather” once it gets cold and horrible again in a few months.
Popular (?) Opinion:
Vaping is dumb.
The House: 10 Years Ago
So tonight, instead of working on posting my tremendous backlog of blogs, I do what I always do instead when I’m procrastinating posting my blogs: read my old blogs.
And in doing so, I realized that it was 10 years ago today that I moved into “The House” with Sean, Aaron, Lanky, and Michael.
Living there with those guys was one of the most enjoyable years of my life. Fun memories:
- How ridiculous that house was. The Soul Hole, the window that kept trying to kill me, the lack of curtains, the seizure light.
- Rock Band. All the time. Obsessively. It was our lives.
- Midnight trips to Shari’s.
- Netflix movie nights, which were basically us nostalgia-tripping on movies from our childhoods while at the same time criticizing the hell out of them.
- That time Aaron, Lanky, and I day-tripped to Missoula to get piercings and ended up not only getting piercings but also getting three packs of “adult” word fridge magnets to have fun with.
- Algernon (the mouse) and his incredibly large and invasive family.
- That time I had to take out one of Aaron’s infected piercings with a needle-nose plier.
- The time that Michael left the rotting bag of potatoes in the laundry room closet and we had HUNDREDS of flies in the house. It was gross as all hell.
- All those damn YouTube videos we constantly quoted (Halifax, PowerThirst I and II, the Cooking by the Book remix, The Ding Dong Song, Ebeeto’s Might & Magic reviews, etc.).
- Noodle Fridays and spending approximately $35 per visit at the Dollar Store.
- Setting stuff on fire in the kitchen (both on purpose and accidentally).
- That pair of fake boobs that each one of us, at one point, wore.
- Pogo-sticking around the living room.
- Pogo-sticking up and down the street.
- Running around in the rain/thunder/lightning.
- Breaking every last one of Michael’s chairs (by accident, I swear).
- The Orgy Couch.
- Nerdy conversations with Lanky.
- The 60+ pizza boxes that we’d let pile up in the kitchen.
- Us making terribly suggestive phrases/poems on the fridge thanks to my set of magnetic words + the dirty ones we bought in Missoula.
- The Quote Book.
- Hookahs on the porch in the summer (no hookah for me, though; I tried it once and it hurt my throat).
- DA COLE TRAIN.
- The upstairs neighbors who were constantly loud but said enough stupid things that we mocked them incessantly and did so loud enough so that they could hear us.
- Those dollar store tiki torch things that are STILL IN THAT DAMN YARD.
Super fun. I miss those guys so much.
KABOOM
As more and more of my friends/Facebook acquaintances get married, the happier I am that Nate and I had the smallest, most inexpensive wedding we could get away with.
I mean, bridal showers, bachelor/bachelorette parties, bridesmaids, groomsmen, 100 guests, catering…it all sounds a) way too expensive and b) way too stressful to be worth it.
Nate and I are super introverts who don’t like being around a lot of people. We also didn’t want to go into debt just to get married. I see some people booking these lavish venues and buying ridiculously expensive (or expensive-looking, at least) wedding gowns and bridesmaid dresses and having a wedding attendance of 50+ people. And I get it, some people really want that.
But if you save your money and save all that stress, don’t you think you’re in a better place starting off your marriage than if you’re starting it off with a huge expense and an enormous amount of stress?
Just sayin’.
Dialect
I’m bored and sad, so let’s do some more dialect quizzies. Areas in red are places that pronounce things similar to how I do; areas in blue pronounce things most differently from how I do. Here are the interesting ones to me:
I apparently pronounce “Colorado” like an East Coaster (colo-RAH-do).
Pronunciation of “pecan” (pick-AHN). I blame my Missouri-born mom.
“Syrup” (SEAR-up).
“Route” (rhymes with “out”). Montana has my back on this one.
Woo! Give it a shot here.
Miss Susie
For some incredibly random reason, this little rhyme popped into my head this afternoon and I couldn’t get it out.
Did any of you guys ever sing this in elementary school? I remember G.E. and I sang it quite a bit. It was about as rebellious as you could get in a Catholic elementary school.
The “Missouri” version is most similar to what we sang.
Elementary school, man.
June List? Ya, sure
- WHO IS THIS HANDSOME MOTHERFUCKER??
More like…
- I need a breather between all of these semesters, but I don’t know if I’m going to get one. Also, getting a breather might translate to “we don’t actually need you anymore bye,” so maybe I don’t need a breather between all of these semesters.
- I’ve had this damn song stuck in my head all day:
- I love YouTube poop. It’s an art form, fight me.
- Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m done.
Uh, McCormick?
HOKAY.
So.
I love black pepper. It’s basically crack to me because I need it on foods in order to live.
Anyway.
I put a metric ton of it on my scrambled eggs tonight and then, while waiting for them to cool down, decided to read the back of the pepper container.
Do…do you put ground black pepper in cake? Is this a real thing? Or has McCormick been smoking too much of its own crack pepper?
Like, I initially thought this might just be a “generic back of package” blurb, but the wrapping says black pepper on it.
Dafuq.
Beanie Babies
Man, this brings back a lot of memories.
Back when Beanie Babies were a huge thing, I (read: my dad) had a huge collection of them and we were super serious about collecting and preserving them and seeing if we could find any rare ones. We had hangtag protectors, we had display cases for some of them, and when McDonald’s had the Teenie Beanie Babies going on, we would go there as often as possible to get all the Teenies.
Hell, we had catalogs that detailed all the rare Beanies, mentioned pricings for different conditions and different generation tags, and talked about all the rare and different versions of some of the Beanies that had been produced. I would read that catalog every morning when I was at my dad’s house on the weekends.
I remember I always wanted a Caw, but they were like $300 back in the day and I never got one, haha.
Well That Was Gross
I lived in Vancouver for two years. Vancouver is Rain City like 99% of the time.
But I have never dealt with as much rain as I did today on my walk.
Story time: so we all know by this point that it would basically take some sort of natural disaster to prevent me from walking (even a natural disaster, depending on what it is, might still be walk-through-able). So when I left this morning for my walk and it was raining a little bit, I didn’t think too much of it. I had my raincoat on and all my electronics in baggies in my backpack, so what was the worst that could happen, right?
Well.
Fast forward to about three and a half miles into my walk and the unpleasant but light drizzle of rain had transformed to “DROWN EVERYONE FROM ABOVE” levels of torrential downpour.
Usually when it does that here in Calgary, the torrential downpour is quite short-lived. Ten minute, max.
NOT TODAY.
IT RAINED
TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR-STYLE
FOR THE REST OF MY WALK
That is, for the remaining TWELVE MILES.
Note that twelve miles takes me a bit less than three hours, so that’s a long time to be out in that kind of rain.
And my raincoat? It couldn’t handle that nonsense. Not only was it raining like a fire hydrant exploded in the sky, but it was also very gusty. So by the end of my walk, the inside of my jacket was just as wet as the outside.
How wet? Well, let’s just say I’ve been drier after getting out of the shower.
I was soaking wet. I got to campus and left a trail of water from where I entered the building to my office. I got to my office, got my change of clothes, and headed to the bathroom to change.
I could wring out my hair. I could wring out my pants. I could wring out my underwear. That’s how wet I was.
My backpack had about an inch and a half of water in the bottom of it. The double baggies surrounding the external hard drive that I carry everywhere (‘cause I’m weird and paranoid) barely did their job of keeping that thing dry.
So yeah. I spent the rest of the day freezing in my office. At least the rain had stopped by the time I left to go home.
FUN!!
Humans are Complex Creatures
My brain: oh hey cool I just figured out this really nifty way of writing this “while” loop in R that will allow this quiz question to be much more dynamic than I had originally planned.
Also my brain: F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and me! N is for anywhere and anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea!
It’s been one of those days.
Blah Blah Black Sheep
Last night I dreamt that Dr. Oz (who…was a woman??) and I teamed up and started a folk metal band called The Lumberjanes (instead of lumberjacks…get it?) and we got so ridiculously popular that the US government had to shut down for like half a month because no one knew if our popularity was going to start causing riots in the streets.
Yup.
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