I encourage everyone to pledge to try and go by bike more often, if you can at least cut down the number of 2 mile or less trips you take by car you will be doing the environment (and yourself) a whole lot of good!
I’m easily amused and because I didn’t have a camera close enough I used photo booth to capture gravity’s effect on Buddy’s mouth (also posting because Joe was bothered by the fact that he looked naked in this picture)
Wow, third post of the day. Must mean that I’m in a Panera trying to work on my thesis and am finding other less important things to distract myself from real work…
Anyway, snipped from the Chicago Tribune’s website is an article I found amusing about the musical group Devo suing McDonald’s:
In case you would like to read the whole article in non-micro font click here.
With such a historic election season already underway you don’t want to roll into your polling precinct this November only to find out that you aren’t registered to vote (which you should already know because you voted in the primary, right?), VotePoke is an easy way to check and if you find out you’re not registered go ahead and do just that. In a somewhat stalker-ish creepy move you can also check to see if your friends and family are registered to vote.
Did everyone see this video from Bill Gates’s last keynote speech? Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a big fan of Bill Gates or Microsoft but I have to admit, this video is pretty funny and there are quite a few all-star cameos:
Hi Everyone,
As some of you may already know, cycling has become my new thing. So I recently ordered a RoadID so that in the event that I get hit by a car or doored, etc. (knocking on wood right now that it doesn’t happen – which in Chicago isn’t all that unlikely), and I’m lucky enough to get 1 person out of 100 stop and try and get help for me I don’t get screwed even further because I’ve forgotten to put my personal information in my saddle bag. So they’ve sent me a coupon for friends for $1 and a “script” email which I’m going to paste below because it’s kind of funny:
Hello Margaret:
Thank you, again, for your recent Road ID Order (Order # 575742-13822). You have made a very wise investment in your safety and peace of mind – it’s quite obvious that you are a highly intelligent individual.
We are thrilled to have you as a customer and hope that we can count on you to spread the word about Road ID. In fact, to make it fun to spread the word, we created a unique coupon for you pass along to your friends! Here’s the coupon number:
Coupon Number: ThanksMargaret384495
This coupon is good for $1 off any Road ID order. It can be used up to 20 times in the next 30 days.
To make things even easier, we wrote a sample email that you can forward to your buddies. You can find the sample email below.
Thanks again for spreading the word about Road ID.
Be safe out there,
Edward Wimmer
Co-Owner
www.RoadID.com
800-345-6336
EdwardW@RoadID.com
SAMPLE EMAIL: Feel free to copy the following text and paste it into a new email to your friends.
**********Begin Sample Email**********
Hey Everyone,
I just ordered one of the best products ever. It’s called a Road ID – perhaps you’ve heard of it. If you haven’t, go to their website and check it out. Road ID is a great product that could save your life someday.
When I ordered, they gave me a coupon that I could pass along to my friends. Here’s the coupon number:
Coupon Number: ThanksMargaret384495
The coupon is good for $1 off any Road ID order placed by 07/26/2008. To order, simply go to RoadID.com or click the link below:
http://www.RoadID.com/?CID=ThanksMargaret384495
If you prefer, you can call them at 800-345-6335.
You can thank me later,
Margaret Venema
Oh by the way, their website is awesome, the customer service is outstanding, and the owners are very smart and good looking.
So sad.
THE LIFE OF REILLY
Tiger or Phil? Phil or Tiger? The choice is easy.
by Rick Reilly
Scott Halleran/Getty Images
Rooting for Tiger Woods is like rooting for Justin Timberlake to get lucky, Exxon to hit a gusher, Bill Gates to find a twenty on the sidewalk. It takes no imagination. It takes no courage. What’s the point? It’s 1-to-5 he’s going to win anyway, whether you cheer or not. Makes no difference to him. It’s like rooting for erosion.
Rooting for Phil Mickelson, on the other hand, is like rooting for the salmon to eat the bear. It takes faith. It takes forgiveness. It takes Tums. Mickelson is a roller coaster in an earthquake. One shot will be so inspired you’ll cover your mouth in astonishment. The next will be so Spam-brained you’ll slap your forehead in disbelief. It’s like watching a blind guy jaywalk across Hollywood and Vine. Your fist is in your mouth the whole way.
I bring all this up because Woods and Mickelson will play side-by-side Thursday and Friday at the U.S. Open. You must choose. You cannot root for both. It’s un-American.
Here’s how to tell them apart: Woods has the Joe Weider body, the Iron Byron swing, the Green Beret mind. Mickelson’s body leans toward Sara Lee. He’s carried two drivers—one for hooks and one for slices—but none for straights. He can get it up and down out of an ice cream cart, which is a good thing, because he’s there a lot. He might be the only athlete whose catch phrase is, “I’m such an idiot!”
For Woods, there’s almost nothing at stake this week. It will be just another hunt for just another major, his third U.S. Open and his 14th major overall. It’s Year 13 of his Scorched Earth Tour, which we all know will end up with The Coolest Guy in the World owning every golf record known to man, to say nothing of every T-bill. He’ll finish with 25 majors, making Jack Nicklaus look like a guy with a rental set.
FOR WOODS, THERE IS ALMOST NOTHING AT STAKE THIS WEEK. FOR MICKELSON? JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING.
At stake for Mickelson? Just about everything. This is arguably the most important major of his life, the one in his hometown, on his home course of Torrey Pines, in front of all his family and friends, against the man who has caused him more heartburn than any other. He’s got hopes of finally winning his first U.S. Open after four catastrophic chokes, near misses, and should-have-been second-place finishes in this baby. I ask you, couldn’t you switch to Phil just this once?
Besides, rooting for Phil is so much more interesting. Tiger’s in the fairway. Phil’s in a lady’s Prada! Tiger’s on the green. Phil is banking it off a pine, a boulder and a San-o-let! Tiger makes a 2-footer for a what-else-is-new 4. Phil makes a seagoing 30-footer for a did-you-see-that 4! It’s the difference between watching Dow Jones and Indiana Jones.
Look, Tiger needs this major like Yao needs stilts. There’ll be a dozen more after this. He doesn’t need to prove he’s better than Phil. We know. Not counting Stableford or match-play tournaments, these two have entered 157 pro tournaments together. Tiger is 104-50-3 against him. That’s not a rivalry. That’s avalanche versus twig. That’s more one-sided than a Venezuelan election.
You know, I know, Phil knows that Tiger is a god and Phil is but a serf. There’s no argument. Yes, Mickelson is No. 2, but it’s about as far as a 2 can get from a 1. Put it this way: Let’s say Tiger’s knee really bothers him this week—say it bothers him for the rest of the year—and he doesn’t play the next three majors. And let’s say Mickelson wins all three of these majors. That would still only get Mickelson even with Woods in the world golf ranking.
Do you sort of get what Mickelson’s up against? So you could do worse than rooting for him. After all, he has a few qualities Tiger doesn’t have. He signs more autographs, smiles more, tips way better. He skis better. Flies a plane better. Bets better, despite all those Vegas rumors that never were true.
I have nothing against Tiger, of course. He’s the most accomplished athlete I’ve ever covered. He’s taken us to places in golf we never dreamed. When he said the Grand Slam this year was “easily within reason,” we all agreed, because it was. But it’s like watching a thresher go through wheat. All that blinding brilliance, all that chewing up and spitting out, can make you a little numb.
So, while everybody feeds the big dog, couldn’t you throw the little dog this one bone?
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