Monthly Archives: August 2011

We didn’t used to download. Nope, after spending a few weeks saving money from mowing lawns, shoveling driveways, or delivering papers it was time to get on a creaky bus and head downtown to the record shop. After walking around … Continue reading →

Welcome back to your afternoon. Welcome back to getting things done. Welcome back to fresh air. Welcome back to AWESOME! Photo from: here

Tennis is classy. Fans don’t paint their faces silver, put on a pair of horns, and stand waving giant cardboard signs while sipping from Beer Hats. No, they sit in hushed crowds, whisper politely, and eat berries and cream on … Continue reading →

Buffets are chemistry labs. You’ve got every element on the Foodiodic Table sitting in front of you in tiny black plastic containers. There’s smeared clumps of feta and pickled beets in the salad bar, greasy cheese pizza congealing under table … Continue reading →

AWESOME! Illustration from: here This drawing and many, many more are featured exclusively in The Calendar of Awesome. (Now available!) Read the first 20 pages of the calendar here.

Bathtubs are crystal balls. Soak in them long enough and you’ll get a wrinkly idea of what you’ll look like in years. Brothers and sisters, since skin creases will wedge into the cracks and corners of all of our bodies … Continue reading →

Don’t get me started on airports. Look, I love flying as much as the next guy but sometimes it feels like we’re grunting cows being poked from pen to pen. Check-in, customs, and security mean lines up the yin yang … Continue reading →

It’s about authenticity. It’s about being you and being cool with it. It’s about baggy turquoise capris, striped maroon jumpsuits, and neon track pants. Yes, when you walk by an old person sporting some colorful and comfortable pants with flair, … Continue reading →

Brain, you´re funny. Who knows what caveman electrons are firing you up on a daily basis? Something must have been programmed in a while back to make it so enjoyable to pop bubble wrap, hear frozen puddles crack, or stab … Continue reading →

Beat the beep. Toss that bowl of instant oatmeal, can of Chef Boyardee, or salty plate of last night´s stir-fry into the microwave and get ready for sixty seconds of tornado-twisting action in the kitchen. When the door slams and … Continue reading →