Well?
-Sean
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Jimmy Jammzz!
For all of the youngsters who always needed the right set of "How To" videos to teach them how to draw, look no further. Jimmy Jammzz teaches you all there is to know about drawing everything from hands, majestic horses and kitty cats!
You can check out the Jimmy Jammzz blog at: http://superexpertsusa.blogspot.com
Get drawing!
-Sean
You can check out the Jimmy Jammzz blog at: http://superexpertsusa.blogspot.com
Get drawing!
-Sean
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
What else can you find on the internet!?!?!
The internet is full of crazy, outlandish, weird, and pointless sites for the everyday user. The only challenge to this is actually finding these gems on the interwebs. Here is one of those sites that you would never actually find, or look at, until someone "linked" you.
Ever want to see what a baby holding their parent looked like. Look no further than to http://ManBabies.com!!!!
I have included a couple of my favorite Man Babies.
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
I hope you all enjoyed that.
-Sean
Ever want to see what a baby holding their parent looked like. Look no further than to http://ManBabies.com!!!!
I have included a couple of my favorite Man Babies.
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!
I hope you all enjoyed that.
-Sean
Monday, April 19, 2010
Billy vs. The Missed Opportunity
Yes boys and girls, I'm back. It's been a while. I know I've missed you, and I can only imagine just how much you've missed me, so let's just jump right in shall we?
I used to go on Craigslist years ago, looking for work around the area. It always seemed like a good tool to use for people get in touch with people. I got a job on a film set from Craigslist, one of the best months of my life. I owe a lot to that site now that I think about, but the positives of the page are not what I'm looking to focus on right now.
I think the idea of the personal ad section MISSED OPPORTUNITIES is a pretty cool one when taken at face value. You have a fleeting moment with someone at a mall, in a bar, on the beach, anywhere really. Circumstances come up, you can't get in touch with the person. You don't have a name and you don't have a phone number. You only have the memories. What can you do?? You can't do Facebook unless you want to go through thousands of names hoping to find your glorious needle in a haystack. Craigslist comes up with the solution. MISSED OPPORTUNITIES. There are some legit ones in there that are kinda cool to read, and kinda sad. People trying to cling to a moment they had with someone. It's such a damn longshot but people need to do what they can, and I can respect that. BUT, sometimes, comedy strikes. And comedy has struck my friends. Closer than I ever imagined.
So I'm browsing the Missed Connections page earlier today and I see one that has a town listed that's near me. That almost never happens, so it caught my eye. Then I realized that it's about an OPPORTUNITY that took place at my gym. I could only imagine what it was. Maybe I even knew the people involved! Maybe I could piece together this mystery. I had to check it out. Here is what it read:
I didn't want to stop working out because I was enjoying watching you do push ups right in front of me today. Great butt by the way! Too bad you left before I could thank you for the motivating view.
That was it.
So let me get this straight. Here's this woman at the gym, going about her daily routine. She sees this guy working out in front of her. The guy is built and she can't help but notice him. I've seen plenty of creepy people staring at the gym. They all think they're subtle, but they're not. It also doesn't help that you're staring while sweating and panting for breath, but yes, the girls can tell I would imagine, unless they're 100% oblivious or straight up blind. So this woman is checking a GUY out, is really impressed, sees the guy leaving, and decides to write about her missed opportunity on Craigslist instead of actually letting the guy know. Clearly this guy isn't going to know about this event. It wasn't a missed opportunity for him as far as he knows; he was just going about his business getting checked out by girls at the gym. He probably has a firm grasp on his opportunities while this woman is looking to get a firm grasp of something else. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?? So, I guess my only question would be:
Why didn't she say hello? I'm really quite personable.
I used to go on Craigslist years ago, looking for work around the area. It always seemed like a good tool to use for people get in touch with people. I got a job on a film set from Craigslist, one of the best months of my life. I owe a lot to that site now that I think about, but the positives of the page are not what I'm looking to focus on right now.
I think the idea of the personal ad section MISSED OPPORTUNITIES is a pretty cool one when taken at face value. You have a fleeting moment with someone at a mall, in a bar, on the beach, anywhere really. Circumstances come up, you can't get in touch with the person. You don't have a name and you don't have a phone number. You only have the memories. What can you do?? You can't do Facebook unless you want to go through thousands of names hoping to find your glorious needle in a haystack. Craigslist comes up with the solution. MISSED OPPORTUNITIES. There are some legit ones in there that are kinda cool to read, and kinda sad. People trying to cling to a moment they had with someone. It's such a damn longshot but people need to do what they can, and I can respect that. BUT, sometimes, comedy strikes. And comedy has struck my friends. Closer than I ever imagined.
So I'm browsing the Missed Connections page earlier today and I see one that has a town listed that's near me. That almost never happens, so it caught my eye. Then I realized that it's about an OPPORTUNITY that took place at my gym. I could only imagine what it was. Maybe I even knew the people involved! Maybe I could piece together this mystery. I had to check it out. Here is what it read:
I didn't want to stop working out because I was enjoying watching you do push ups right in front of me today. Great butt by the way! Too bad you left before I could thank you for the motivating view.
That was it.
So let me get this straight. Here's this woman at the gym, going about her daily routine. She sees this guy working out in front of her. The guy is built and she can't help but notice him. I've seen plenty of creepy people staring at the gym. They all think they're subtle, but they're not. It also doesn't help that you're staring while sweating and panting for breath, but yes, the girls can tell I would imagine, unless they're 100% oblivious or straight up blind. So this woman is checking a GUY out, is really impressed, sees the guy leaving, and decides to write about her missed opportunity on Craigslist instead of actually letting the guy know. Clearly this guy isn't going to know about this event. It wasn't a missed opportunity for him as far as he knows; he was just going about his business getting checked out by girls at the gym. He probably has a firm grasp on his opportunities while this woman is looking to get a firm grasp of something else. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?? So, I guess my only question would be:
Why didn't she say hello? I'm really quite personable.
Which is worse? Karaoke or Lip Syncing?
This is the age old question that has been pondered over by the greatest progressive thinkers. Which do you hate more, karaoke or lip syncing? You be the judge, my pets.
My answer, they're both just as bad. Two thumbs down.
-Sean
My answer, they're both just as bad. Two thumbs down.
-Sean
Monday, April 12, 2010
Ryan, An Easter Memory
Yes, yes, I know that Easter has already passed, but at the Barry household, we're still remembering zombie Jesus and our Easter baskets are still out, so technically, this counts.
Easter is always an odd holiday because we eat so early in our house. That means we get up earlier than normal to help with the chores and whatever, and it's a lot of waiting for everyone to get there. So ultimately, the day drags on forever and by 4, you feel like you've already done a full day's work.
Anyway, it's always the same set up with us. Put the dogs away, put out the snacks, talk to each other for a few minutes, and then just kind of stare until dinner. And even when that comes around, it's more silence for the most part. Then, my sister will get up and start cleaning the dishes and all the everyone will help separate everything into individual doggie bags for the guests. Everyone really lends a hand.
Well, I hate touching other people's food. I think it's really gross and I can't dwell on it for too long, otherwise I may gag. I also don't like looking at messy plates. It's just...slop. Barf.
So, with this in mind, a few years ago, we were all done eating and my brother and I went into our room and were playing video games. We were done before everyone else and we could hear what was going on. Then we heard the clinking of plates and the rounding up of silver wear. They started to clean.
"Get the boys to help" I heard my mother say. My little brother had heard it too, and he looked right at me. Without speaing, he threw his controller onto the bed, jumped off his bed, and slid under his bed. I immediately followed, tucking myself far enough in so that the bed spread and darkness would hide me. I could see Tim across the room, pinning himself against the far wall. This was great! They would never find us in here, and by the time they did, all the dishes would be done and the kitchen would be spotless. Just in time for dessert!
So I could see the footsteps enter my room, spin around and exit. It worked. We waited a few more minutes, and we could hear them talking in the kitchen about us. "Where are the boys?"
"I thought they were in there room!"
"Call their cellphones!"
Luckily, T-Mobile sucks and I get no recpetion in my house. Especially UNDER MY BED. So I see a few more pairs of feet enter, pace around, and exit.
"Check outside for the boys!" Uh-oh. They're getting worried. Minutes passed, and rather than come out, revealing my great hiding spot, I took a nap. I guess Timmy did too because he was awfully quiet. We were like vampires in coffins, hiding right under their noses.
After I woke up, I consulted my phone to see that some time had passed, and I missed 14 phone calls and 5 text messages. Wow, they must really be worried, I figured.
"Tim?" I said in a whisper. Across the floor, under the bed but covered in darkness, my brother replied "yeah?"
"You think dessert's ready?"
Tim poked his head out, like a turtle. We emerged, the light hurting our eyes. So we walked out together, and everyone turned to look at us.
"Where were you?! We called you!"
"We...hid under our beds". I could feel them staring at us, judging. All I could hear them thinking was "But...he's 21. Why - why would he hide under his bed?" But they laughed it off and said nothing else. So I walked over and grabbed myself a brownie, not caring what they thought of me.
As the night went on, I could only think about the following Easter, and what if everyone caught on to my brother's great idea. All i could picture was Aunt Rose and Uncle George under my parents bed. My mother would walk in, bend down and offer them a slice of pie to which they would say "No thank you, dear, we're full. But we'd love a cup of coffee".
Easter is always an odd holiday because we eat so early in our house. That means we get up earlier than normal to help with the chores and whatever, and it's a lot of waiting for everyone to get there. So ultimately, the day drags on forever and by 4, you feel like you've already done a full day's work.
Anyway, it's always the same set up with us. Put the dogs away, put out the snacks, talk to each other for a few minutes, and then just kind of stare until dinner. And even when that comes around, it's more silence for the most part. Then, my sister will get up and start cleaning the dishes and all the everyone will help separate everything into individual doggie bags for the guests. Everyone really lends a hand.
Well, I hate touching other people's food. I think it's really gross and I can't dwell on it for too long, otherwise I may gag. I also don't like looking at messy plates. It's just...slop. Barf.
So, with this in mind, a few years ago, we were all done eating and my brother and I went into our room and were playing video games. We were done before everyone else and we could hear what was going on. Then we heard the clinking of plates and the rounding up of silver wear. They started to clean.
"Get the boys to help" I heard my mother say. My little brother had heard it too, and he looked right at me. Without speaing, he threw his controller onto the bed, jumped off his bed, and slid under his bed. I immediately followed, tucking myself far enough in so that the bed spread and darkness would hide me. I could see Tim across the room, pinning himself against the far wall. This was great! They would never find us in here, and by the time they did, all the dishes would be done and the kitchen would be spotless. Just in time for dessert!
So I could see the footsteps enter my room, spin around and exit. It worked. We waited a few more minutes, and we could hear them talking in the kitchen about us. "Where are the boys?"
"I thought they were in there room!"
"Call their cellphones!"
Luckily, T-Mobile sucks and I get no recpetion in my house. Especially UNDER MY BED. So I see a few more pairs of feet enter, pace around, and exit.
"Check outside for the boys!" Uh-oh. They're getting worried. Minutes passed, and rather than come out, revealing my great hiding spot, I took a nap. I guess Timmy did too because he was awfully quiet. We were like vampires in coffins, hiding right under their noses.
After I woke up, I consulted my phone to see that some time had passed, and I missed 14 phone calls and 5 text messages. Wow, they must really be worried, I figured.
"Tim?" I said in a whisper. Across the floor, under the bed but covered in darkness, my brother replied "yeah?"
"You think dessert's ready?"
Tim poked his head out, like a turtle. We emerged, the light hurting our eyes. So we walked out together, and everyone turned to look at us.
"Where were you?! We called you!"
"We...hid under our beds". I could feel them staring at us, judging. All I could hear them thinking was "But...he's 21. Why - why would he hide under his bed?" But they laughed it off and said nothing else. So I walked over and grabbed myself a brownie, not caring what they thought of me.
As the night went on, I could only think about the following Easter, and what if everyone caught on to my brother's great idea. All i could picture was Aunt Rose and Uncle George under my parents bed. My mother would walk in, bend down and offer them a slice of pie to which they would say "No thank you, dear, we're full. But we'd love a cup of coffee".
Friday, April 9, 2010
Check It Out
You should check out my good friend Marlo's webisodes on http://www.youtube.com/marlomeekinz. Below are two episodes for your enjoyment.
-Sean
-Sean
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