Something I most definitely would call sage advice. Thank you, Nerd Approved!
Speaking of nerds, there is apparently a cultural difference between NERDS and GEEKS.
From this, one could draw the conclusion that nerds are still uncool and that geeks have assimilated themselves to mass pop cultural appeal and, potentially, douche-dom. Look at that smug, self-satisfied look on GEEK’s face. What’s the difference between himself and the hipster poser? Not much.
Both have their own self-realized reasons to be smug.
I’ve noticed quite a bit of this lately. Hey, let’s not all hide in a subculture so that we can exploit our self-aggrandized cool cache as armor for our tender, vulnerable little selves. If we love it, then let’s love it. And not love it so that we can artfully pose for the Facebook cameras!
If you’re a nerd, then BE a nerd! While you may not be the most fashionably dressed or bitingly witty, at least your love is real for the things you are passionate about. And how rare is that these days?
Okay, getting off my soapbox before I project any more of my personal issues onto this blog post! ^)__(^ <-- those are supposed to be happy glasses. <-- that would my explanation for a strange-looking emoticon.
A hummingbird smuggler is caught with his pants down. I love TYWKIWDBI for these things!
Supposedly this dude is a repeat offender. Poor birds! Luckily it looks like all of them survived, as evidenced by the picture of the smiling customs officials.
And if these customs officials are NOT smiling because all the hummingbirds had miraculously survived these man’s pants, then that would potentially make them Facebook douches.
CORRECTION: ONE custom’s official is giving a douchey Facebook smile while the other is giving a Sean-Connery-worthy half-cock of the eyebrow.
But seriously — how does one go about catching 13 hummingbirds in France? And then manage to bundle them up and stuff them down his pants?? I can only image if he had caught canaries in lieu of hummingbirds. His complete undercarriage would be twittering and lord knows if any of those canaries would have survived that coal mine.
WHY? Because I figured we were on a bizarre-photos-with-animals roll.
I find it curious that this creature is actually real and not the stuff of 19th century children’s stories, or a side character in the famed Jabberwocky poem. It looks like something I might find in Where the Wild Things Are.
S E G U E W A Y S E G U E W A Y S E G U E W A Y
So I was on candyblog.net, because that’s what sugar fiends like myself do while we’re briefly considering a 12-step program. (Hey, 12-steppers may lick the bottles under the bar. I engage in sugar porn.) And while I’m not into buying pink to “support a cause” or buying red to “support another cause”, I AM into tracking down this strawberry creme Ritter Sport (pronounced “Ritter Schport” cuz, yah know, it’s German) and eating the sh*t out of it.
LOOK!!!!11oneone There are ACTUAL freeze-dried strawberries in there!! I can just imagine the slight crunch of fruity tartness coupled with the cool, milky cream and the fatty, smooth square shells of milk chocolate.
I post this up to share the goodness with you. And to share that finding any Ritter Sport outside the famed Butter Biscuit and Whole Hazelnuts (classically dericious choices) is a bit of a feat. Target often carries a good variety of Ritter Sport, but not all the flavors available.
I wonder if anyone’s actually SEEN it on a shelf somewhere in town….? Anybody?
This reminds me of my search for Tim Tams, which is now being offered by Pepperidge Farms and are pretty frickin good! I still need to eat them side by side (Arnott’s vs. Pepperidge Farm), but the Pepperidge Farm version I found at my Vons was malty and chocolatey and biscuit-y enough for the likes of ME.
IN CLOSING, I LEAVE YOU WITH SOME JIMI HENDRIX PLAYED ON THE GAYAGEUM, AN INSTRUMENT OF MY PEOPLES AND MADE ALMOST COOL BY THE RECENT KDRAMA “HEARTSTRINGS.”
Love and tacos,