Friday, September 16, 2011

Face Painting Hilarity


A fabulous! (un?)intentional humor example: This kid went to get his face painted and ended up looking diseased. 

The suspicious part is that every kid who had a face painting at this Sand Sculpting Festival at Revere Beach looked disturbingly grotesque.

The question is: Face Painter with a vengeance? Or Face Painter who just plain sucks at art?

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Your (Facebook) Post Makes Me Comatose

Dear Facebook Users,
Why is it that you insist on updating the masses on every trivial detail of your life? Things like "Getting ready to eat dinner" or "Shopping for tampons" are not even remotely interesting to me or anyone else and frankly, if this is all you can come up with to report, then neither are you. Or at least this is a consideration that goes through my mind every time I read about you taking a piss or doing other such unremarkable mundane activities. I mean, cmon, I know you aren't really that lame otherwise I wouldn't be friends with you in the first place. But when you post these nonsense details, please realize that it does make me question the idea that maybe you are this boring in real life too. And if you are one of those people I haven't spoken to for ten years, I really have nothing other than your Facebook posts to go by.

Have you noticed your number of Facebook friends declining?

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Doctor Impostor - Time to Investigate

A while ago, I posted a note about my suspicions that the Dr. Pepper fountain soda sold at the Harvard Coop may not in fact be the real thing. It has taken me several months, I realize, to take action on this matter, as I promised, but I finally got around to inquiring about this yesterday.

Dial-a-Pizza: Voted #1 Pizza Joint in the Fenway District of Somerville, MA

If you live around, work near, or frequent Beacon Street in Somerville, close to the Cambridge border, you most likely are familiar with Dial-a-Pizza.

What do you think of this place, just curious?

Because I have very mixed emotions about them, which fluctuate between love and hate with every interaction or encounter with the pizza joint and its employees. This has resulted in not only my own internal conflict on several late late night occasions when starving and they were the only place open and available to give my business to but (my frustration mostly) has also yielded a few Smileys.