Penguin: A Brief History
On a neon light filled sky a few days back, Caitlin won a dear new friend. The night began when Alex, EB, Caits, and I decided to take a night stroll around the Boulder Creek Festival. While most of the vendors had given up on sales for the day and left abandoned half raised tents for the morrow, the newest addition to the festival had just got its second wind. This new addition, of carnival rides...
After arriving in Boulder for the summer, I felt it necessary to go to King Soopers and buy some sustenance. Boulder tends to be a health conscious city, which can only mean one thing: more flavors of Vitamin Water to choose from. The stores in Virginia (or more notably The Market) stock themselves full with the more mainstream of the Vitamin Water flavors: you know your 50 cent, focus (the kelly...
So to update you on the post about the dips, they are actually called Dibs. They are bite sized ice cream snacks apparently. Here is a link to the commercials. They still make no sense. Dips Commercials and here is a pony for good measure:
from the front porch i can see to the west. it stretches, bends and eventually wraps back round again. warped clocks line walls, created with unknown, particular intent. each hung and rearranged as seconds, days, years, pass. some are forever missing or stolen. others, wait. still ticking.
Do Dips Instead
I was watching the tele yesterday and I found myself curiously amused about a commercial I had just watched. Imagine: Open on a man and woman sitting on a bench with a grassy area behind them. The man is eating a soft pretzel. The woman is eating something unidentifiable out of an orange box. Eventually, their silence is broken by the man who looks at his pretzel and is pissed off he doesn’t...