the Unexpressed Advantage

Well sadly, and for reasons I don't quite understand, The Suburban Refugee, a blog which many of you have come to enjoy and obviously has become one of my favorites, is coming to an end.

Jeff has announced that as of this Saturday, "real news, right now" will no longer be available to the many who have come for refuge from boredom, long days at work, and a pressing desire to spontaneously waste idle minutes on the internet looking at things they never could have found themselves. Many and all will be mourners on Saturday.

I would so own this game show…

oh, wait. no I wouldn't

You might though (it gets better as it goes along).

This particular post is more appropriate for Jeff's Blog, but I couldn't resist…

This is the most complicated thing I've ever heard. I literally had to rewind and listen to it again 8 times before I understood it. Lucky for you I drew it for simplification.

In a nutshell, what this is is the trade that would be necessary to get Kobe Bryant to stay with the Lakers. It's this complicated because Kobe makes 400 million dollars a year and trades have to be of equal salary value.

And you thought NBA fans weren't that smart…

Today one of my colleagues emailed me a file titled Fantasztikus. With a name like that I had to look at it right away. Turns out it is a picture slide show of what seems to be a mash-up of basically every picture ever forwarded to anybody on the internet for any reason at any time. There were a couple of raunchy one's in there, (like a man getting gored by a bull in the you-know-wheres and one that I can't even describe. But I'm happy to say that the remaining pictures are equally entertaining (5 year old bathing with a python; sink that's also a fishtank), childish (man with lots of back hair; motorcyclists mooning other motorcyclists), and inexplicable (people filming a soldier shooting around a corner; 400 people in a tree).

Years ago I bought this knife…

... for cutting ropes and the like while I worked as a boat captain for a summer camp on the sacramento river delta. After a couple of years, my friend Scott was trying to flick it open and in doing so, he threw it into the 30' deep water.

We promptly drove to Wal-Mart and he bought me another one. I didn't charge him for gas.

I love this knife. In all my years I've never seen anybody bust out a camping knife that was more burly or intimidating. Unless of course you consider the latest version" which apparently has some sort of hook attached at the end. Not sure what that's for.