Finding blogs worth reading is a serious pain in the ass. Because I am a lazy motherfucker, all five Propeller Skies readers are invited to mention their favorite blog, other than this one, via the “comments” link.
The promised land is Columbus, Ohio, of all fucking places. I am not kidding. Really. Also, I have not had three Martinis. Or any other performance enhancing drugs.
About a month ago, I somehow stumbled upon Topless Hotdog Entertainment (THE). Alert Propeller Skies readers will recall that I like hotties and Nathan’s Hot Dogs, so it should not be a mystery why I clicked over there. After visiting a few times, I learned THE is written by a smokin’ six foot tall blonde hottie who also plays hockey. One of the first stories I read was about the worst date ever. Apparently, she agreed to meet this douchebag at a goddamn Waffle House. I realize this seems absurd to my Atlanta based readers who are familiar with that fine restaurant chain, but I found it on the internet, so it must be true. A few weeks later, she posted the link to his Myspace* profile. Out of morbid curiosity I clicked the link and was astounded that eight smokin’ hotties are listed as his friends.
Obviously, Columbus, Ohio, is full of hot women with no taste, hence the impending relocation. I will need to hire a stunt cock to help take care of all the pirate treasure I will surely be getting, what with me having four Metallica albums and a sweet ride and all. Ohio or bust!
*A blogging service for people who are hopelessly lame and into butt ass ugly web design.
I hate cops. Every single motherfucking last one of them is a cock sucking, power tripping asshole. Therefore, I was overjoyed to find in my inbox a video of pigs looting a Wal*Mart in New Orleans. Right click and download to enjoy.
After living with and using a $400 calendar, also known as the palmOne Tungsten T5, for three months, I have a few thoughts to share. First, the calendar and contacts software is excellent and extremely easy to use. I have had absolutely no issues syncing either with Outlook.
One important reason I finally bought a PDA is palmOne’s inclusion of a WiFi card for free. Although surfing wirelessly is a joy when a hot spot is nearby, the fucking browser crashes more often than Billy Joel. Additionally, palmOne should build WiFi into the handheld. While the WiFi card connects and works fine, it sticks out of the PDA making it rather awkward to slip into a pocket or bag. Ideally, the next generation of product will have both WiFi and WiMax built in.
In contrast to the buggy browser, the included email client, VersaMail, is fantastic. Reading email on the handheld is easy, complements of the bright 320×480 color display. Composing or responding to email is not so pleasant. However, Graffiti is better than other systems like predictive text input schemes used on mobile phones.
The number of options for syncing the PDA with other computers is excellent. I normally use Bluetooth, which works flawlessly. PalmOne really nailed this part.
A key strength of handheld computers is expandability. Several software companies have written various applications that run under PalmOS. One I find particularly handy is the Wine Enthusiast Guide, an excellent and reasonably comprehensive database of wine that makes choosing and managing wine remarkably easy. Unfortunately, I have not had much spare time to search out other cool applications. Any suggestions from PalmOS users in the peanut gallery are welcomed.
Saturday night, my friend Big A threw a party. Recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver and I stopped by after eating at Cafe Sampan. As per usual, Big A’s soiree was well attended and kicked ass. There was plenty of with delectable food, including some mighty tasty ribs. Providing a soundtrack for the gathering was a live DJ spinning vinyl on actual turntables. Despite zesty food and excellent music, no midgets were in attendance. I highly recommend hanging out with Big A, even though no little people graced the party with their presence.
Saturday evening, I went to dinner at Cafe Sampan with The Beaver and McNasty. Upon arriving, I noticed that Cafe Sampan was extremely small. Additionally, the person greeting us was not Asian, or even of Asian descent. This is always a sign of trouble.
I started with the coconut soup, which was far too bitter. Fortunately, The Beaver ordered a Chinese burrito looking thing, which she was kind enough to share with me. This item was the culinary highlight of the evening. For an entree, I ordered Panang Curry that was decent, but not extraordinary.
The reasonable prices are by far the best part of Cafe Sampan. However, I would not mind paying a few dollars more for better food. At this time, I do not recommend Cafe Sampan. Because the restaurant is cheap and close to me, I will likely visit again. I will let all five Propeller Skies readers know if the food improves.
Leave it to the French to found a settlement below sea level in an area prone to hurricanes and flooding.
I would like to thank Apple for finally bowing down to The Great Satan and including the ability to sync the iPod calendar and contacts with Outlook.
Alert readers will remember that back in June I purchased a Polaroid 1200si from Amazon. I chose this camera because I like the vintage look of Polaroid photos and I have a fascination with obsolete technology.
After using the camera for a few months now, I am happy to report that it takes appropriately bad photographs most of the time. The built in exposure metering seems to work fine under decent lighting conditions. Autofocus is excellent, however glass will fool it. In contrast to my Olympus Stylus Verve, the flash is supremely powerful and often blows out highlights, which adds to the vintage feel of photographs produced by the 1200si.
Like all Polaroids, this one is extremely easy to use. Camera controls are placed on the back of the camera and labeled with clear icons. Film is easy to load, as it comes in a self contained cartridge. Conveniently, the aforementioned film cartridge includes a battery to power the camera.
The unique charactaristics of Polaroid film are essential for achieving the groovy old-fashioned look this camera is capable of. Due to poor color rendition under artificial lighting conditions, my favorite way to achieve the vintage effect is by shooting indoors.
The following example photographs were taken with the Polaroid 1200si on various dates:
I recommend this camera for taking vintage photographs of the modern world. View all photographs taken with a Polaroid 1200si.
Tuesday night, I stopped by Kroger on the way to recurring Propeller Skies character Big A’s house to pick up some Red Stripe. Unfortunately for me, Kroger is bootleg and does not carry Red Stripe. So I rang up Big A on the telephone to ascertain what her second choice of beer might be. While on the phone with her, I read Dawson’s Creek on the side of a six pack. What the fuck? I imagine Dawson is more of a Zima drinker, not that there is anything wrong with that. I whipped out my Olympus Stylus Verve and took a shot of this strangely named beer. A few minutes later, I realized I had misread the name of the beer and it was really Lawson Creek beer. [Smoove admits to watching Dawson's Creek, not that there is anything wrong with that, but notes it was only because the blonde was smokin' hot - Ed.]
I have never heard of Lawson Creek beer before. Because I attend numerous beer festivals on a regular basis, such as the Dunwoody Beer Festival, Great Decatur Beer Festival, and East Atlanta Beer Festival I am clearly an expert on beer. I am now going to use my wealth of beer drinking experience and my lack of brand awareness to hypothosize that Lawson Creek beer is not so tasty. Also, Lawson Creek has a terrible marketing department. Seriously, if people who drink lots of beer have never heard of the product, then who has? Fortunate readers who have experienced Lawson Creek beer are invited to share their taste experience via the “comments” link.