Super Bowl gluttony

For those of you looking for the perfect Super Bowl snack, I offer these two options courtesy of an e-mail that my dad sent me.

First, the Snack Stadium. Nearly 25,000 calories of food that should not go together. Bacon, twinkies, and guacamole? Questionable.



Second, I present to you the bacon explosion. Its a very simple recipe that only involves bacon, Italian sausage, BBQ sauce, and seasoning - which I guess gives you a clue to its pure meatiness. You really need to go to the link to see all of the pictures to really appreciate this one.

my love for America continually diminishes

I thought that after the Wal-Mart shopping death, the frequent occurrences of fights at Chuck E. Cheese, and the PlayMobil Airport Security Check toy I had reached an all-time low in my respect for my fellow Americans. Well, I was wrong. On Kevin and Bean the other morning they talked to the guy who originally came up with the idea for UFC Ultimate Fighting. After selling his idea for practically nothing before it became a billion-dollar industry, he needed to come up with something new. X-Arm. Basically, its arm-wrestling, but you can kick and punch each other. You win by accumulating pins or by knocking the other guy out. Its just as bad as it sounds.

A new toy for a new generation

I have a couple of cousins who used to collect Playmobil toys back in the day. You know what I am talking about - the little plastic characters with C-shaped hands and interchangeable hairpieces? (Basically the upper-end version of lego I think). Well, those two have grown up now and will lose out on the opportunity to own this:



The Playmobil Security Checkpoint. This alone is not terribly funny and I know that. Click on the link and read the reviews and you'll see why I posted this.

Something I came across

I was reading a soccer message board this morning and people were posting pics of their first cars (its a Galaxy message board and we're in the off-season so we talk about other random stuff. So, here is a picture of something very close to my first car - a '77 Dodge Van.



The only differences between the van in these pictures and the van that my brother and I shared are that our van had a ladder on the back and large windows on the side. Ours was the same devastatingly awesome red-orange paint, had the same wood paneling on the inside of the doors, same brown/yellow shag carpet, and you could set up a bed in the back.

We had a lot of fun in that van. We had it off the ground a few times, got pulled over by the Border Patrol once, dragged 10+ people to Del Taco at lunch during high school, slept in it many times, took it camping, amongst other things.