The hypothetical view from the top floor of the Chicago Spire. Why, God? Why?
Also, if I still can't see the Michigan shoreline from this high up, then I'm not interested.
Showing posts with label gross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gross. Show all posts
Monday, June 9, 2008
Welcome to the One Hundred Fortieth Floor
Friday, June 6, 2008
Mountain Man Says Live Green
Whoooaaaa kay, Adrian Grenier. Just cause you're green doesn't mean you can't take care of your physical hygiene, right? Time for a shave and a shower, mountain man.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Surprise! It's More Gross Chicago Weather
I'm always quick to defend Chicago when people (usually New Yorkers) give it a hard time. But it's hard to defend a city when its weather sucks so hard. Take, for example, the satellite image of our current weather. Notice the big blotch of gross that centers over the ever Windy City and that other big blotch that just recently passed through. Tornado watch for only another hour, Chicago! Woo!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Don't Be Fooled
As I type, my lunch--you might have guessed, Chef Boyardee Mac & Cheese-sits before me, wafting burned, runny cheese fumes throughout my office. It's an embarrassment to my lunchtime habits that this is what I've brought to the table today. I literally cannot eat one more bite.
I can safely say I wouldn't feed my worst enemy Chef Boyardee Mac and Cheese. Unless, my worst enemy is now Chef Boyardee himself, that mustachioed smiling fraud.
Then again, the actual Chef Boyardee of Plaza Hotel fame would never have concocted this microwave mystery meal. Poor guy is probably rolling in his grave over what these corporate hacks are making today.
Monday, March 24, 2008
More Le Gross
OK, I couldn't resist another post. Wonderfully in-the-know Anna C. shared this link with me--your state has an Easter egg, in case you're like me and didn't know about it.
And if you're like me, your state's egg is hideous. If not, consider yourself lucky. I noticed a couple beauties, like Rhode Island and Kansas. But really, Ohio takes the ugly cake no contest. More gchat commentary below.
me: up until now i never realized how much my state looks like a shorter, fatter version of africa!
Anna: hahaha. you had no idea you were from somewhere so awesome, did you?
although, nevada's is pretty weird. ha.
i dont' get it
me: umm
was las vegas the setting for the land before time?
i don't remember the story that way, but maybe.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Roadkill on a Plate
One of the latest plates from Moto features a rare specialty meat--raccoon.
Not just any raccoon, either. A Marengo, Illinois raccoon, baited and trapped, frozen and then fileted. Monica Eng from the Trib reviewed Moto's roadkill plate and seemed to love it, but I'm still skeptical. The Trib's article on raccoon meat says, 'A largely word-of-mouth raccoon meat market stretches from southern Illinois to Chicago's suburbs, spilling into Wisconsin and Missouri, according to hunters, trappers and self-proclaimed "coon-eaters."'
Coon-eaters? I may be the only one, but more than just raccoon comes to mind when I hear that.
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