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The New Look of The Grind

That's right, we now have our own logo and all.

Don't forget to listen on Saturday as we interview Zac Triemert, founder of Lucky Bucket Brewery.

Cody Reconcilliation Day = Tomorrow

Tomorrow marks the 99th Anniversary of Buffalo Bill Cody's return to his wife. After which, they threw a massive party at Scouts Rest Ranch for the entire town of North Platte.

And although I can't get drunk at Scouts Rest Ranch tomorrow, I can tip a few back with some Platters in celebration...which I totally plan on doing.

Viva la Reconciliation!

JimStock originally posted the article from 1910. Read it again, here.

"Damn it son, why don't you go outside and fly your fuck?"

The flying fuck.

From Gizmodo

See no evil

I faced a moral dilemma this weekend. Actually I didn't really face it, it faced me and I had to unfairly deal with it. And by deal with it, I mean I'm posting a blog entry about it. Thats how I deal with tough problems these days, and its really easy.

So I'm riding on BART, the Bay area's light-duty train system, and at a stop downtown SF a person boards with one of those sweet seeing eye dogs that you aren't supposed to pet, but you want to anyway because it would make you feel like you are doing something for the sight-impaired community on a whole. I'm about to reach down and put my hand out to its face, because thats what dogs like, and I quickly realize this isn't a seeing-eye dog trainer but a real-life blind chick.
I've never seen a blind person, sans non-blind friend, navigating in a densely packed urban scenario as such by themselves. Her dog was also not wearing one of those crossing guard vests.

The chick boards the train on the platform side, doesn't slow down, walks right up against me, pinballing my breasts, and keeps full steam ahead towards the closed-door side of the train car.

A collision ensues; the blind lady at full speed, the closed train door and my dignity at close proximity. And the dog? It also hit the wall.

Like a giant, track-suit wearing roomba, her pain sensors tell her to choose another direction at the wall she just struck, and a nearby man (not me) grabs her and puts her in his seat.
The train-goers went about their business, holding in shameful laughter and collectively wondering why I didn't stop track-suited Hellen Keller from taking on that closed door.
I progressively felt worse and worse, burying my face in my coat sleeve to stifle the laughter.
It was unfortunately hilarious.

But blog, should I have felt bad? Could blame rest on my shoulders?
Afterall, isn't that the point of that retarded dog?

Axe Commercial

Good stuff.

Herpes: Not The Only Thing That Flares Up

Hyperlink. (Yuppies)

It took these people six months to realize they were drinking gas.

And, no, they don't live in Aurora.

NCAA Bracket Challenge

You'll probably be getting an email from me, but if not, sign up for our ESPN bracket challenge group.

Group name: Exit 177
Password: branting

A penny for your thoughts

We are all very different individuals, with a variety of interests. I also think that most of us are either well read or consistently updated on current and not so current events. This individuality and strive for knowledge will inevitably lead us to have a wide range frequently viewed website, blogs, and maybe even books read. Lets share...

Blogs checked weekly/daily (besides exit177)

Websites checked weekly/daily

Books read recently and books that are on your shelf that are soon to be read

Do hippies eat barbecue?

Some do.

Today I'm helping give tours at the TERRA House.

Later this month I will be helping do a small amount of design work and hopefully actual manual labor on 6 Habitat for Humanity houses.

Like, dude, save the errphh.

Cheers.

It was only a matter of time...

before someone used youtube to drop some sweet-ass shit.

Check it:

http://thru-you.com/#/videos/1/

Friday

After you see Jess' band, at that improv show, make his songs into one of these:
For some reason or another I felt compelled enough to post another of GraphJam's creations.
It beats having to click the 'delete' button if I were to email it to you. Plus its almost friday. And then you'll be mentally readying yourself for your local St. Patrick's day celebration, mapping out your route to ensure if when you blackout, you're in a safe area. So just look at the stupid link, laugh, and get back to stapling or reading oil charts or whatever you people do.

Yes, I can hear your panties moistening.

Quiz.

Is Lebron the best ever?


Take this into thought, Jordan won 3 championships with a sub-par team. Lebron, hasn't.

Or, is Kobe the best ever?

Discus.