Mook told me about “base burglars” and I loved it. I decided that if you get on first base, you have to put on a bandit mask so if you are to steal a base, the deed would seem much more nefarious.
A coalition of three magistrates. After stumbling upon the Mavericks photo of Nash, Dirk and Cuban (why isn’t the smaller Nash on Cuban’s shoulders? Cubes is always showing off) I started coming across more pictures of triangular fun time, so I thought I’d share them. These were the first ones that came to mind…
I think my man Schaef missed his calling here. Not to say that he isn’t an amazingly successful and ruthless kingpin in the financial industry, but seriously, his facial expressions in this short are phenomenal. I was peeing in my cubicle. Oscar-worthy! I’ll post the link to the full clip when I get the okay from the actor/director.
I’ve got to take a minute to give some much deserved love and respect to my friend, The Future Cat. She was bestowed the honor of creating one of eleven best pieces of Conan CoCo O’Brien fan artwork. Check out all the honorees here and follow all of The Future Cat’s work here. She is a fantastic artist and individual. Congrats TFC!
I plan on consuming a few of these beverages with some of my closest friends when back home in 48 hours (approximation, weather permitting) and I would have loved to get this wool cozy from Orvis (pronounced COO-ZEE) in hand to sheath my frosty brew. I think I can make one of these, as long as my Mom will sew it for me.
I promise this blog is not dead. I have been busy grinding at work and also working on a couple of side projects that are starting to see the light of day, hence the reason the posts have suffered here at Arcaneland. Even more unforgivable is that I missed a Friday Get Wild post the day after Thanksgiving. But seriously, check back soon, things will be back to normal but in the interim check out some of the other internet exploits I’m involved in:
It won’t be long and all this will get sorted out, maybe we can even get an apartment together…ya know…get things back to the way they were. Please be patient, I’ve got nothing but love for you all.
The Halloweekend was a success on many levels. House parties, bar parties, underwear flexing parties, nap parties, party parties. All a blur of pink bow-ties, serving trays and good times with good people. See you next year with spiked shoulder pads and face paint, right Hawk (Joel)?
Upon getting my last roll of film developed, I was scrolling through the photos and came across this one about halfway through. Forgive me while I reflect on it with some sentimentalism momentarily and go softie on you all, but this couldn’t scream any more symbolically about why we spent this weekend in the mountains in the first place. The east coast won’t be the same without you, Ty, and I’ll miss you out here, but good luck finding those greener pastures you are seeking. Santiago & Dunbar 4 eva.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.