Celebrate with a Gulf Spill shot. This little darling is two parts Blue Curacao and one part dark rum. I used Gossling’s here. Blue Curacao goes in first, pour the dark rum over the back of a spoon to float it and here you go.
You heard it here first. Or from me on Facebook first. It’s been over a month since I came up with it and haven’t had the chance to pour one or five until now.
It’s as tasty as it is tasteless.
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My first exposure to Foursquare came from Facebook feed updates showing that friends were checking in to hotels, restaurants and coffee shops. From this I learned that my friends were 1.) traveling more than me, 2.) eating at fancy shmancy restaurants, and judging by the number of coffee stops they were making in an average day, 3.) their pee probably doesn’t smell that good. That’s all I needed to know. I was in.
I downloaded the app for my ‘droid to give it a shot. The function of the app isn’t terrible. It’s not that great either. The accuracy of the database is incredibly wonky. Locations that are close to you are usually fairly accurate in terms of distance, but spots five miles away are often listed as within half a mile. When you move into a new area, refreshing your location in the app often hangs, so you’re better off opening it fresh to grab your present location. In rare cases powering down my phone and starting fresh fixed it.
After four days of using it, I have been able to confirm the following: It’s a phone app for only children. “Look at me! Look at me! I’m eating at a froofy eatery! I’m probably having asparagus on top of four Starbucks stops in the last five hours so my urine smells like roadkill.”
It’s urban geocaching for the lazy. You don’t have to be right at the venue you’re checking into… close enough is adequate. On top of that, if you have the most check in’s for a given venue, you’ll be named mayor of that venue.
The database is decent enough for places known for food, drinks and general shopping, but if you go to specialty stores or off the grid kind of places, you’ll have to add venues. Now, adding venues is 95% of the fun of Foursquare. Anyone can check into a Dunkin’ Donuts, or a gas station. Tell the world what you’re really up to by checking into a smut shop, or a favorite childhood spot that’s been demolished in the name of progress. So, with enough visits, you will become mayor of the venue — the equivalent of Norm Peterson of the smut shop.
Me? I’m currently mayor of Lifestyles Adult Entertainment, the old Benson’s Wild Animal Park, and Your Mom’s House. Screw the run of the mill… I”m hunting and creating exotic spots in Foursquare. I’m changing the rules of the game for my own personal fun.
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So, two important things happened: my daughter ranked in the top ten of second graders in a school-wide reading competition, and Ronnie James Dio died. What bridges these two events is Silly Bandz — the shaped silicone bands that have an outrageous markup. These suckers cost pennies to produce, but they run about $2.50 a dozen. It’s great to prop up the failing Chinese economy and all, but c’mon.
Anyway, she got a pack of Rock Bandz which had microphones, drum kits, and most importantly FINGER HORNS! I told her that Dio popularized the finger horns, and she wanted to do up a tribute. And here it is. Splayed out over our monitor.
I love my little head banger.
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Too soon?
But I’m willing to sell it to PETA. $50,000 and it’s yours.
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It’s mid-August, and summer has finally come to New England. So what do we do? We bitch about the heat. I chose to spit in Mother Nature’s eye, and came up with some tasty results.
Last month, Lifehacker had a piece on using the heat that builds up in a parked car on a summer day to bake some cookies. I thought it was a cool idea, but was skeptical, and decided to give it a shot yesterday. And you know what? It totally fucking worked.
Armed with some aluminum foil, I wrapped a Guinness tin tacker I had hanging on my wall, and bought some Toll House chololate chip cookie dough (the flat, pre-cut 24 dough cube kind). I pre-heated the oven as it were by running the defroster on high heat on my way back from the store with the dough. I spaced the dough on my impromptu baking sheet, placed two pot holders on the dashboard and the sheet on top of those. I closed the door and began the wait.
10:40 AM
My 2000 Ford Windstar begins its career as an oven. My thought at this point is “worst case scenario… my van smells really good.”
11:45 AM
Cookies begin to take shape. Note the subtle butter streaks… the tilted position actually is making for a marginally healthier cookie.
12:30 PM
Almost two hours in, and we’re getting somewhere. The cookies are beginning to firm up. The tops are slightly crisp, the bottoms are still squishy. The process is working.
1:30 PM
Now these are some dashboard cookies. I had zero illusions about the quality of the result. Ain’t no way I was expecting nice toasty brown edges on these suckers. They’re just like what you’d pull out of your oven if you pulled them out with three minutes left to go. The chocolate chips were super melty… the whole thing would be great in a bowl with vanilla ice cream.
It is possible to bake cookies in your car on the hottest day of the year. If I had to do it all over again, I’d use a proper dark colored cookie sheet, a sub compact car and sugar cookie dough.
Posted on April 30th, 2009 by Brad, Head SOB in
In The News 
http://www. cafepress.com/zombieflu
Best shwag EVER.
Posted on April 2nd, 2009 by Brad, Head SOB in
Boobies,
Life 
Everyone’s got a twin. Dude on the left looks so much like me, it’s scary. I would say he is my evil twin, but I’d probably be doing the same thing in his shoes. So, does that make me evil?
Logic just collapsed in on itself and boobies win every time, so the post stays. If anyone has a bead on who that guy is, let me know. I totally want to party with him.
Late night… slept poorly… alarm goes off… grab clothes… shuffle downstairs… to fridge for Diet Coke caffeine fix… sit at computer… fire up Facebook… see friend request from dad… cold jolt of fear and adrenaline… google “end times” “revelations” “end of the world” “jumping the shark” “facebook”… return Diet Coke to fridge… make peace with my new reality… accept dad’s friend request.
Did NOT see today starting off like this.
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Posted on March 24th, 2009 by Brad, Head SOB in
Life 
As a repellent, it’s top notch — I have some of it stuck in my cuticles right now as I type. Seriously, if we slather Desitin on the hulls of our America’s Cup entries we’ll beat the friggin’ Aussies. It’s great stuff, but I think it harbors a secret.
You can’t wash it off your hands easily, but you have to reapply it after every wet diaper. So, urine causes it to break down to some extent. Know what else breaks down when it gets peed on? Jellyfish venom. Your friend gets stung, they will beg you to pee on the wound.
Ipso facto, Desitin is made from jellyfish venom. But it doesn’t show up on the label.
I think my job here is done.
Posted on March 12th, 2009 by Brad, Head SOB in
Life 
These have been kicking around for a while, and I’ve seen them from time to time. I don’t know where they came from originally, so I can’t give credit where credit is due.
As the father of two and husband of one I think they’re a riot, because I’ve done about half the don’ts shown below. Oh, the stories they’ll share in therapy in 20 years will be golden. Call up child services and I’ll deny everything.
