Archive for July, 2005
I was looking through a directory of vanity plates today and I was inspired to check if they are available in Virginia. I have to give it to the people at the DMV their website catches mostly all of the offensive ones, even the backwards ones. 3MTA3 being my favorite… think about it…there you go! I have MARK540 on my truck and I was thinking of getting that transfered to the Scion. But maybe it’s time to go with something new. Something nerdier, or cooler? The ones that I though of in the last 20 minutes sitting here are UZTHE4C , HALOTWO, 5FOUR0, NTELNSYD, or … FIGNUTS! I really really want Fignuts, cause it is also my xbox live ID. But there is no way that the DMV would ever let something that obvious slip through. Though they did let Richie get FUGGGLY so there’s always a chance. But it specifically states in the rules that the plate “may not describe intimate areas or genitals”… I would never do that I just love Newtons!
Do you ever just see something that makes you realize how stupid you were as a kid? This is a post about this guy finding a pinball machine in the street and how excited he was about it because it’s a really valuable collectors item. Wow, that’s something I really want to hear. Why you ask? I know I’ve seen this somewhere… but where… OHHHH that’s right it was right next to my freakin bunk beds in my room as a kid. BUT! I apparently had no concept of taking care of things when I was younger. So I may have painted the playing field a different color… I thought I was making things better, BETTER I tell you. So everytime I see that I’ve disgraced on of the most sought after machines in Pinball history, I cringe a little. But hey, it’s alright it’s just a little paint. And it is an Elton John pinball machine for pete’s sake
via Hoopty Rides
July
21
I really should comment on things the day they happen. But I’m a little slow. James “Scotty” Doohan died the other day. I’m going to reveal a little of my geeky side right now. So don’t think less of me. Now I know that I’m usually a Star Wars nerd and that Trekkies are bound for the 7th circle of hell, but I’ve always had a special place for “Scotty”
I like the term “pulling a Scotty” where you tell someone that it will take twice as long as you think it actually will, so that when you finish fast you seem like a miracle worker. Not only was he a really cool character but apparently he was also a really good guy. Some things I have learned from reading stories on the interwebs. He was on the beach on D-Day for god’s sake, and took 5 machine gun bullets for his trouble. He was once described as “the crasiest pilot in the Canadian Air Force”. His wife also had a baby in 2000… when he was 80. You were a man’s man Montgomery Scott. Godspeed.
via Yahoo News
July
20
Vienna Square Garden or VSG was established in July 2005 and will soon be the home of THE WORLDS MOST AWESOME BEERPONG TABLE muahahahahah. We spent most of Sunday working on our new beerpong table, to replace the closet door we currently play on. VSG is located above Draft Bastards II : The Vienna Sausage. Which is our bar in the basement featuring Miller Lite on tap and currently 6… no 5 cases of Guinness and enough Irish Cream to match. Since Greg and Charlie didn’t have to work until noon, and I am a professional Zombie in the morning we decided to do carbombs and play some officially sanctioned beerpong. It was a good time, the games lasted forever, not because we couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, bur because both games went into double overtime. With massive comebacks on both sides. Charlie and I forced overtime with a 4 cup rebuttal, only to go into double overtime when Jesse hit a last chance rebuttal in the overtime. Unfortunately we did end up losing. Then it happened AGAIN the next game, but the roles were reversed as Jesse couldn’t be stopped and hit 3 cups in a row on the rebuttal. Same result though, we still lost. I’d have to say that Greg was not his usual MVP self but Jesse came alive to carry the team. Charlie was making shots at opportune times, and once I got my pre shot ritual down I hit 5 out of 6 throws during one stretch. Cant wait for the new table… via BeerPong
No commentsLifting the lid of the toilet and finding that the chocholate thunder has been stewing in there all day… Yeah that didnt’t happen today, but it feels about right. We’ve been having some of the most competitive rounds of BP ever tonight. The results making me wish that we had finished the table on sunday. But I must seep now. See you tomorrow. Night
No commentsIt always happens this way, right when I start to believe that inspiration has passed me by and I can’t think of anything to draw/create, it hits me like an avalanche. I have been working on a project for Jenn for about 2 months now, slowly, slowly making things happen. Then we start to build this beerpong table, then I decide to build a light to go over the bar, then I get all these design ideas in my head. So now the magnet has swung in the opposite direction and I don’t have enough time to put down all these ideas. And also I’m drawn to them when I should be working. (kinda like right now) But luckily they come fast and look good on the first try so I can get them out of there and make room for more. via Inside my own brain
No commentsJuly
18
The Sasauge spent Sunday in Stafford begining construction on what will become the greatest feat in college human history. The Draft Bastards/Vienna Sausage/Something not gay professional Beer-Pong Stadium. The plans are glorious! Complete with scoreboard and all time champions charts. The Centerpiece of that facility will of course be the most awesomely spectacular table ever created. We didn’t have the camera with us so pictures of the construction will have to wait a few days. Some things you can look forward to are… Lighted plexiglass cup area… Sweet ass grafitti style graphics… Interactive center logo… Changeable lighted cup underglow. If none of this means anything to you well, there might be a reason. I’ve never seen anyone do this before. When finished this will be the Death Star of pong tables. It will demolish any plywood on sawhorses fraternaty table that I’ve ever seen. Avert your eyes to the glory that 2 engineers, a CS major, and an Art Major can create. Updates coming soon.
via Bpong dot com
stale peanut butter. I had no idea that peabut butter could even go bad. I’d always assumed that it was immortal like twinkies or canned peaches are. Today was the day I was proved wrong, oh so wrong. I decided to have some delicious Eggo waffles this morning, such a bad expierence starts out so innocently. Oh god why… So since I have a irrational fear of spilling sticky things on me and Jessee and I had just been talking about putting peanut butter on pancakes. I decided to put peanut butter on my waffles.
Now I could have chosen the Jif (family sized, Unopened) or the Super G Crunchy (But I think crunchy is more of a dinner peanut butter) but I chose the Skippy. Oh dear lord the Skippy. I should mention that we have had all of these for an amazing amount of time. I have a little expierence in old peanut butter, so first thing I did was stir the oil back together with the PB. This is where I should have stopped. The Horror I tell you
But I didn’t… As I spread it around I noticed that it had a really peanutty smell, like the shell and all? Maybe because I was half asleep I forged onward. About a block away from the house I took the first bite… it tasted a little funny… but maybe that was just a fluke… I thought if I ate it really quickly that I could get through it. OH GOD NO.
So I’m driving down the street with a mouthfull of this oily sludge in my mouth. Gag … Gag… GAAGAGGA must roll down window and drive car… BLEGCKKE AHGHAGHAG. But that’s not where the fun ends.
Remember when Homer coated his mouth with a candle to eat the Guatemalan insanity peppers? Well this was the same thing. My mouth was coated in this stuff, stuff not peanut butter, this was some horrible bastard spawn of stale nuts and oil. I was even forced to lick it off my hands to stop it form getting everyehere. sweet jesus why? So I made my way past the day laborers into the local 7-11 and picked up a large coffee, a breakfast sandwich, and a gatorade.
That cocktail worked for about an hour before the putrid flavor of stale peanuts and ass came back into my mouth. So that’s where I sit now. Everytime I burp I can taste the beast. She’s not going out like no punk bitch.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat PB again…
via Skippy peanut butter
July
11
So this weekend was the momentous occasion of the 90’s Party. So Saturday morning Greg, Jesse and I went on a mission to raid local Goodwill stores. Being the only English speaker in a store is a new experience to me. But it got me thinking about how easy it would be to pick up chicks outside one of those places. “Hey baby! I’ve got a Tercel with matching hubcaps!”
I’ve heard that the Vienna Inn used to be the keg Nazi in Vienna. That it was the only place to get a keg in the area, and you should be happy with whatever they give you. Having said that… they suck a little. The experience with getting it wasn’t that bad, we were in and out in 10 minutes. But the beer was another story. Just as well anyway, we were just using it for beer pong. And we let some of it go bad anyway.
The party was a success. We had some good costumes, jay and silent bob, Billy Madison and Happy Gilmore, Gwen Steffani, Waldo. Those pictures are in the gallery link at the bottom of this post. I came as Vanilla Ice’s second cousin. Ivy came as himself circa 1995 and his sister was a grunge chick. Apparently dancing to the tootsie roll and daisy dukes makes me a better Pong ball thrower. Cause Q and I were “Le Crush” and the unofficial champions of the night. Some people did not come in costume therefore are left out of this post, losers!
The aftermath of the night was smaller than expected. Bobby and Boner had to pick up some trash that was left in the middle of the street, there is a warm keg floating on the back porch, and Jesse became the first person to spray down the hallway with hot stomach juice. Also Greg proved to be a good friend and roommate by helping him clean up the mess. I may have puked? But that may have been a dream cause there was no physical evidence?
We need to get to work on the official house beer pong table. We are in beta testing and design right now. But we are on the verge of a major breakthrough. Maybe we can have some sort of design meeting this week. I’ll keep you posted. Later!
via 90’s Party
July
07
I thought it would be fun to google this site and see if it actually comes up… So very disappointing. Search for “The Schubox” and I’m number 45 with a bullet. Though I did see a big spike in traffic when I posted the pictures from the New york trip and posted a bulletin on myspace, this site is largely passed over by the “blog-sphere”. When I posted about Max Raabe I got linked from some weird places too, the intra-webs are a crazy place. Oh well, why would anyone want to read about what I’ve been doing in my boring ass life. I may want to create a bio page so all the swedes coming over from that MFOP2 page know who I am. I think the actual blog is the most interesting thing, not the content. Woe is me. But I am number 5 and 17 when you search for “Mark Schumaker”. That’s kind of encouraging, with links to my amazon 80’s movie list and the story about the cardboard boat race. There’s always room to move up… Here’s to the future!
via Google Me
