Here is my Office t-shirt for today. It is very similar, style-wise to the last one. Actually I should have made all my shirts for the season last week, since I was so gung-ho about it all. I kind of tried with this. You might not be able to tell that the birds are actually Angela's cat Sprinkles' head. I didn't try very hard on the writing.
I literally just stole image from someone else's blog because I wanted it on mine! I need this for Halloween! To give credit where credit is due, I got it from http://terrortales.blogspot.com/. It is worth visiting to see their Halloween countdown of cool things. I have a widget on my iGoogle page that shows all the pictures being uploaded on Blogger and when I saw the Frankenstein mask, I had to check it out. Thanks Terror Tales.
I like this. I took this picture by Holly's apartment in New York City when I was there. I think every house should have an address this big and such great type on it.
Every week when I watch The Office, I wish I had an Office t-shirt to wear. But the shirts on nbc.com are boring (and have bad type). My attempt on my stencil shirt is cool, but now that I love every character, my infatuation with Jim has lost its magic. So what do I do? Make a shirt with all of the characters on it? No. Not cool. Instead, I've decided to use my time to create an imaginary shirt that I would wear every week. This is my shirt for this week. And I wish I was wearing it right now. This isn't a quote I thought of. I read it on a comment from nbc.com after the summer updates (I think). I can't find that comment again, so I can't credit the genius who said it, but whoever you are, thanks for the quote. It is a combination from The Job when Michael told Jim a guy at corporate was named "Beardy" and when Dwight said, "There's a new sheriff in these offices, and his name is me." Now that Ryan is at corporate with a beard, he is the new beardy.
I just watched the newest episode of CHUCK and it was pretty lame. I like Chuck's character. But in this one there was a new girl secret agent and she literally stripped down to her underwear three times in a 20 minute episode. At one point I thought I was watching Baywatch (or how I imagine Baywatch was, people running on beaches wearing minimal clothes). And Sarah was wearing such a short robe in the fight scene I got a full butt shot. I liked CHUCK because it was silly. Now it is lame. So anyone who may have read my first post, I take it back. I don't like it. Don't worry though. I still love love love The Office. And will include a funny picture from a website called "The Office vs. The Office" of Tim and Jim eating Jelly or Jell-o as the case may be.
While I was hunting with my brother, and stepping on all the deer poop (which I think is referred to as "scat") to see how fresh it was, I was glad that we don't track humans using their poop. Unless you are the "Phantom Pooper" that lives in Idaho Falls. And yes, that is what they called him on KIDK News 3. You can see for yourself:
Tomorrow I am going hunting with my brother. No, I am not hunting. I am accompanying him around so he won't be alone. I don't want him to get shot. I don't really want Bambi to get shot either. Or his mother. Or his father. Or me.
While I was in Seattle I saw this student letterpress project from SVC. I know it is too small for you to enjoy, but it says "Dearest Dear, I'm sorry my brother shot you." Very well said, although after all these years my brother has not shot one. I think I will be the ticket. I do not want to see Bambi shot. It will happen on my watch.
I went with my grandparents to the Eastern Idaho State Fair. They had two motives in going: 1) Cholesterol test and 2) Tiger's Ear. Although it was raining very hard, we did succeed in both and I ended up having the highest cholesterol. I have never been to a fair in a different state, but I hope they all have amazing signage like the one in Idaho.
I am sad to admit that even though I have driven from Rexburg to Provo millions of times, I sometimes still get lost. This last time I ended up driving for ten minutes toward Montana. I was not happy about that. Until I pulled over at the tiny gas station located just beyond the gigantic Budweiser plant and saw these huge advertisements:
