According to the folks at carbonfootprint.com, as U2 walk on their 100 date, 18 month world tour, their carbon footprint will equal the yearly output of 6,500 people.
You should read the whole thing at YesButNoButYes because the incorporation of U2 titles into the blog post was pretty impressive.
It’s the 727 house and it’s SO cool:
I don’t know where it is, but you can check out more pictures of it here. And maybe take me to see it for my birthday?
You know, just a thought…
Via someone else… sorry, but I can’t find the original link!
Jon Stewart suggests the President start actually doing something. (Apologies to all, I should have blogged this last week).
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So Mike sent me this gift giving guide from Deadspin and I wanted to link to it because it was super funny, BUT it says that you don’t have to get your friend a gift on their birthday… and my birthday is coming up!
What’s a girl to do? Do I put blog content over possible birthday presents? Or keep you all in the dark and prepare to open up more on the 28th?
Hmmm….
Fine.
Sarah invited me to join her and some of her co-workers for karaoke and since they were going to be four blocks from my apartment (and I need friends) I said yes.
If you haven’t been to Cafe Japone, you’re missing quite the karaoke experience. For some reason, we ended up in a grotto-type bar where the karaoke monitors were all inside fish tanks. Here’s what the grotto looked like:
Unfortunately, no one could work the karaoke machine, so we ended up hearing this song four times… let me be clear, “Solitary Man” is not a karaoke upper:
After about an hour, the bartender still couldn’t help us get the machine working. And then he fessed up that actually, he was neither the bartender, nor an actual employee of the establishment.
I left when it became clear that I would not be singing “Man in the Mirror.” I mean, the owner of the bar didn’t know how to work his own machine. He did, however, say that he’d lived all over the world and had never seen anyone as beautiful as I so… if I’m interested in a Japanese karaoke bar owner in his late 40s, I’ve got a major contender.
Awe-some.
Well, kiddos, I’ve kept it low key this time around, but as a reminder, my birthday is in 3 weeks… have you bought me a gift yet? It’s my Christmas Cake birthday so I have decided not to celebrate this year… but I’d still like gifts!
What can you get me? How about a book I can drool over?
You can buy it at Amazon for $9.02… so feel free to get me something else to reach the $25 free shipping threshold. Incidentally, the book was co-written by a girl I went to high school with… no one appreciates “geeky dreamboats” like the product of single sex education.
Thank goodness I did NOT watch “For the Love of Ray J.” As an FYI this turns into a masterpiece at the 2:40 mark:
Via Dlisted and like 90 million other blogs I follow.
I don’t know who runs Entertainment Weekly’s website, but they do a better job of delivering content I want, but didn’t know I wanted, of any site around.
Take, for example, today’s “18 MTV VJs: Where are they now?”
I mean, other than the fact that they missed a few I was curious about (but, again, didn’t know I was curious about), I feel like I was reintroduced to people I used to see daily, like:
So the big question is… why no Jesse Camp? Wikipedia says he is currently a tele-fundraiser and is married. No comment.
Did you know that if you pee in a bag and put it on your feet, it’ll rejuvenate them and make the skin softer?
Here in the US, if you wanted to do that, you could just buy some ziplock bags and no one would be the wiser. But over in the land of the rising sun, you don’t need to practice discretion… you can buy Foot Pee packs!
Via Gizmodo
Unmarried Brother sends the latest hot trend from Japan. I’m warning you, the photo is VILE.
Apparently, people in Japan are IMPLANTING SALINE BAGS SHAPED LIKE DONUTS IN THEIR FOREHEADS:
The popularity of so-called “saline inflation” is expanding among Japanese with a taste for the bizzare, as the appropriately-named Bizarre Magazine reports. Mod-crazy moon people congregate in places such as Tokyo’s “Department H” to have thin needles inject saline solution (normally used to irrigate wounds and for hydration) into the skin, causing it to inflate and deform. Foreheads aren’t the only frontier, either. Limbs, hands and boobs are all fair game. Boys looking to get their tanuki on can even have their scrota inflated, though regular applications may see the stretching become permanent. Other variants include using food coloring to change the appearance of the bulges and poking them to change their shape, as with the “bagelheads” above.
Full article here including links to pictures of people with more weird forehead implants.
I’m so disgusted, but pleased that Unmarried Brother is getting so into Japanarama Mondays… is it enough to get him an Unterekkie in December? Mike and Matt will need the competition.
***As a complete side note, “forehead” is one of the few words that I pronounce incorrectly. I saw “farhead.” It’s weird, I know, get over it.
Japan is more dangerous than ever. Can you imagine trying to get around Tokyo and facing this menace to society?
So if you’re one of my generous friends who gave already: I’m only halfway through my thank you notes… but I’m getting to you!
And if you haven’t given yet, please do! I’m traveling a lot the next few months for work and won’t be able to bond as much with my DC team here — unfortunate since I was hoping to make friends through Team in Training — so I’d love to know I have the support of my loyal friends, family, and readers.
Donations to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society on my behalf can be made by clicking here.
You can give $5, $50, $500, whatever… I won’t judge, but any small amount is appreciated!
Lots of love!
Karen
Warning: it’s HEAVY on profanity, but funny/on point…
So Mike (and later Clare, Married Brother, and Eric) shared this article on the perfect burger with me. Needless to say, I was left salivating and worried that I would never experience a delicious burger near me again since DC just doesn’t measure up to NYC in the burger department.
Picture 8 oz of appropriately charred meat with just the right thickness (about 1.25″), perfectly melted cheese, some kind of awesome sauce, grilled red onions, pickles, and a thick slice of tomato all on a large, lightly toasted, sesame and poppy seed bun.
Then yesterday Katherine took me to Ray’s Hell Burger. Yes, the place Obama and Biden went together.
I had one of the better burgers of my life. Everything was perfect from the lack of fries to the draft root beer.
Basically, Katherine is incredible, Ray’s is delicious, and a near perfect burger exists in Arlington (just 35 minutes walking and 2 metro stops from me).
I’ll post more on what today means a little bit later, but I loved this version of the Star Spangled Banner.H/T Matt
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One of many non-Philadelphian aspects of me is that I’ve never actually gone “down the shore” save for a few visits with Daddy to the ACMC when he was stuck there.
Via Jezebel
