Coming Soon…
Yes, I do plan on updating this blog in the very near future, but I have been sooo busy here at work with our newest product, which unfortunately has already been leaked to YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WazA77xcf0A
(I’m more of a fan of the previous model: http://www.piratepalooza.com/rphone/)
Have a great weekend, and look for more coming soon.
the r phone is piraterrific,
hoping things slow down for you soon, work is highly overrated:)…be well.
I am off to contemplate the greater philosophical meanings of “Breakfast served all day” … not every one eats breakfast at the same time,…therefore…appealing to every one’s sense of time and hunger…
For some reason, whenever I see “Breakfast Served All Day” on a sign or menu, I get instantly happy.
Even if I don’t order anything breakfast related, the fact that I can get pancakes at 3 in the afternoon, without needing to wake up early for them, fills me with instantaneous glee!
So, when contemplating “Breakfast Served All Day,” consider unfettered joy 24/7.
i remember when we were walking on venice beach and you saw the diner that had the little handpainted pictures of ham and eggs on the windows, with BREAKFAST SERVED ALL DAY right over the price of $2.25 for the plate…i have never seen you so transfixed by joy in my entire life. then i had to tell you it was a movie set.
I LOVE THE PIRATE PHONE. it’s genius. in mac vs microsoft, i’m voting down the self-righteous creative types who gravitate towards the cool. That must be some kind of self-hatred going on…unless I can vote for the pirates???
All I can think of with that Oh phone is the movie Office Space when this jerk says, “With any luck, I might get the chance to show her my Oh face…Oh Oh Oh!”
It’s bad, I know. Oh, how I know.
I visited the Snooty Pig.
Breakfast is served all day.
Although they close at 3.
I ate, I contemplated, I considered “unfetterd joy”(24/7)
This is the event.
They gave me tons of extra half and half. Some ladies were smoking(but not me!). One lady says to this man who is standing and waiting(The place where pigs fly is quite the busy place). oh so she says, oh would you like to sit here. he says oh no no. well unless i can sit in your lap. she says well its big enough. everyone chuckles, smokes, coughs, adjusts belts, rub bellies,smiles, turns away or around resumes, so then this elderly gentleman comes out shoving his walker, waitress with his coffee. I ask him, “hey did you get kicked out too?” “no” he replies instant permasmile eyes too old to bounce around and shy away like mine he is transfixed, “just wanted to come have a smoke” lets then what happend. oh then it rained a light rain not some big ole heavy flood rain. a nice heavenly rain. i took my flip flops off and played footsies with myself. lounged. as all these groups of people mingled and waited and played and talked and smoked and hugged and read newspapers. i lounged in complete bliss with hash and eggs and fat coffee and toast buttered on both sides and in absolutely no hurry whatsoever.
i considered “unfetterd joy” only until about eleven a.m. but the feelings evoked carried me through the day.
Hi Stacy.
POST SUMTHING!
-e
Can I have some eggs and waffles please?
Oh wait, I hate waffles.