Night before last I rode my bike home from the train station. When I got home I had to take a piss really bad. Really bad. So I left my bike and my bike bag in the driveway and ran in the house.
Bad Idea.
At 11pm, there was the unsettling knock on my door. The kind on knock that only one kind of person can make. It's that knock that is designed to wake every person up in the house.
"Hey are you missing anything?"
"Ya a bike bag..."
"Somebody walking thier dog saw it stashed in the bushes and your stuff was all over the ground."
"Cool, my wallet, keys, and cell phone are gone..."
The officer gave me an incident report and left me with what was not taken. The best part of the story is not that most of my stuff was found at a school the next morning, it's that my broken cell phone is in the hands of somebody who thought they were smart for stealing my bag.
Well sucker, thank you, now you get an iphone with a big gray spot of deadscreen, a keyboard that only types half the time, and a battery that discharges in half the time it used too. Oh and lets not forget that now you can't sell it for money. You are so welcome you stupid asshole.
If you are reading this because you found the bookmarks on my phone. I hope your shoes get stolen and you get a nice case of food poisoning. This followed by a root canal and a bird shitting in your face. If I find out who you are, you better run. But that might be hard without shoes.
Actually, I really don't care and I don't wish any ill will to you. You got what you deserved and I learned never to leave my shit out in my driveway. Enjoy the phone and all the stellar 1st generation features.
So until the iphone 5 comes out, I am using an Aaronfone. I am president and board member. It's a crappy fone. Here is my inspiration:
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Digital People
We are so addicted to digital. It has created a culture of
disconnection.I watched a girl on the train eat a burrito while
searching her PDD for someway to escape her food. It's like she didn't
even see that 3 pound gut bomb steaming up her eyes.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Shackfest
East Coast Barrels are very very hollow. These guys make avoiding the neck snapping lip look easy
Shack Fest
Shack Fest
Labels:
Surf
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Conference Room Name Has been Changed
Is it really necessary to rename a conference room? It seems like such a pointless use of creative brain power.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Frances and Todd
Here is another from the vault. I had this posted on the side column a while ago. It needed it's own Page!
This is Junior year Bertold Dolan's Photography class. I love the expression on Frances' face, she is anticipating some ridiculousness to happen. Todd was good at that.
The girl in the back defines high school. Her expression says it all! Oh and The hairstyle! The 80's were done but the aftermath was slow to cleanup.
As Bertold would say:
Not. Too..... Light tight .
![]() |
| Circa 1990 |
Labels:
HighSchool
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)


















































