MRod says: Is the crew ready? Like spaghetti.

Warning: This entry is pure narcissism.

Remember that scene in Jerry Maguire when Jerry’s sole client Rod has a fantastic game on Monday Night Football and after the game Jerry tells his ‘wife’ Dorthy that they had a huge day.  Well my humble blog yesterday had a huge day.

I was randomly checking my blog stat yesterday and I noticed that there was suddenly a huge upsurge of visitors.

My entry about the UPS guys unloading the iPhones got picked up by Boing Boing in one of their entries about the iPhone which was driving all these visitors to my blog.  Personally I was extremely stoked by this because that website is easily in my top three of favorite websites.  I’ve been rather diligently blogging for the past four years and when this happened I had a slight Sally Fields reaction.  “You really like me!  You really like me!”

The other cool thing is that as a result of these visitors my entry was also listed on the WordPress front page for awhile as the number two “hot” post.

And in addition, it is currently the number three most popular entry.

Lastly (as if any of you are still reading this self congratulatory recap), my iPhone entry finally topped my entry about a celebrity nipple slip (seriously, I wrote this months ago and it’s still the most popularly read story on here) as the top read entry on my blog.

Oh right, you sick perverts are probably wondering “Damn! What’s the link again to the nipple one?!”  Here it is again.  Sickos.

Anyway, yesterday I was kind of a big deal.

Swung by the Soho Apple store just in time to catch the UPS guys unloading the new iPhones. The line was shorter than I was expecting but I imagine it’ll get hectic towards the actual time they will be sold.

iLine.

iNeed Sunblock.

Look at all them iPhones courtesy of UPS! I didn’t notice any security presence.

iClose up of the boxes.

So many tracking numbers…what’s up with that?

Hey UPS guys: Less standing and more moving! Get those phones in there!

NiPD.

The most patient kid in the planet.

These hands don’t want no stinkin’ photo taken. It wants an iPhone!

iPhone bridging the racial divide…or is it a love connection thanks to the iPhone?

“Hey T-Mobile, Please cancel my contract. Yea. 200 dollars to cancel? That’s fine. I must cancel. Thanks.”

And at the front of the line…these people will sell their iPhone on ebay to raise money for a good cause. Or so they say.

(Thanks for coming by Boing Boing readers!)

IPHONEEEEEEE

I’ve been reading the Supreme Court’s decision rejecting Seattle’s and Louisville’s modest attempt to promote racial diversity and integration within their school district as unconstitutional. Many pundits have noted this, but I can’t go without mentioning how horrifyingly ironic (a “cruel irony” as Justice Stevens charges in his dissent) it is that the majority decision cites in part to justify itself the groundbreaking Brown v. Board of Education decision overturning segregation in schools.

This should be disheartening to all Americans, but I know that really it’s sad for mainly “Liberals.”

However, Conservatives should also disagree with this Court’s decision–issues of race aside–because federalism (balancing of federal powers with that of state and local prerogative) has been trumped by the Conservatives’ horror of horrors, judicial activism.

These are my summary thoughts for the moment.

Anyone know of a place other than Century 21 that sells decent quality, but cheap gym shorts in Manhattan (preferably near Soho)?

In the past twenty-four hours, I’ve consumed four 16 oz smoothies courtesy of Jamba Juice.

Why? A few weekends ago I was heterosexually roaming Soho with Kaizar and we stopped into Jamba Juice for smoothies. I highly recommend the Strawberry Surf Rider. Shit is crazy delicious. After paying I dropped my business card into a jar they had near the cash register and then thought nothing of it.

A week later I received a call at work from someone at Jamba Juice.

“Congratulations!” she said.

“What?” I replied. I had no idea what she was talking about.

“We drew your card here at Jamba Juice and you’ve won an office party hosted by Jamba Juice!”

“SWEET!”

She said they will bring up to forty-five smoothies. At most our office consists of twenty employees.

“Should I bring forty-five?” she asked.

“Uh, sure…”

They arrived yesterday afternoon carrying sure enough, forty five or crapload so of delicious ice cold smoothies. After inviting our building’s maintenance guys, our PR agency’s girls, and a couple friends working around the area, we still had 15 or so smoothies remaining. We put those in the freezer.

Today I discovered a tasty new way to consume them. I took one out of the freezer and I scraped at it like frozen ice cream. So eye-rollingly yummy!

I think I’m going to go to Chipotle and drop about 50 business cards in their jar.

I’ve been meaning to write about this for awhile as it is a topic thats been brewing in my head and getting increasingly heated the more frequently I fly and have to deal with airport security. It’s amazing how inefficient and by extension, idiotic “security” at airports in the US has become.

On a recent trip a couple in front of me had to empty out nearly all the contents of their carry-on bags: 2 wheeled luggages, a back pack, and a purse. By the time I made it through the x-ray machine, I remarked to the couple–who were still attempting to repack their shit–that we should all just put our stuff inside one big clear plastic garbage bag when flying from here on out.

With midnight rapidly approaching this Sunday is nearly officially over, but I still have five minutes left before the calendar flips pages.  What?  You thought I was at the end of the road with my Easy Listening Sunday segments?  Never fear, let Boyz II Men ease you into Monday with this soft R&B classic :

This is a follow up to an earlier entry.

These pictures (many of them taken by Kaizar) are from a couple weekends ago…

On the cheap Chinatown bus to Wilmington, DE.

Fantastic New Jersey scenery along the way.

Between my iPod, PSP, and camera I was able to keep myself amused on the bus ride.

Once in Delaware, we had delicious Indian cuisine like this. Seriously, it was so tasty, especially when you eat a HUGE spoonful of it in one bite.

Mufu, Kaizar and I decided to do some manly hiking in Pennsylvania. Along the way we drove through Amish country, which I’d never seen before.

Mmmm pies.

It’s the Amish!

This tiny amusement park had this “mountain” with the most disgusting waterfall ever. It looked like Listerine.

What do you eat before a long hike? Pizza, of course!

The beginning of the hike.

Channeling our Steve Irwin impression: “OHhh crikey! If you look here, it’s a dan-gerous wild blue towel!”

Wow, nature.

Wow, nature.

Standing atop of rocks. If you had asked me six years ago I could have told you exactly what sort of rocks I am standing on, but now…it’s just rocks.

Cool view of nature and stuff.

This could be an album cover for a New Age/Christian/Sounds of Nature cd.

“Can you hear me now?”

Kaizar, Me, Mufu, and Mother Nature.

The brothers.

Branches…

ARTSY branches.

Kaizar looking over the edge. I hate heights like this. Vertigo tends to kick in.

Snicker wrapper. Later when Mariya saw these photos she asked, “Did you guys pick up the wrapper??” I realized we didn’t. We are jackasses. Al Gore would be so disappointed with us.

To continue the trash theme… Kaizar and Muf’s dad was angry that morning because he found a cig butt in the toilet and accused Muf of it, which he denied. So we found this cigarette butt on the trail and asked Mufu if it was his.

Walking back down.

After the hike…a jump of course.

On our way back, we stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner. The menu’s “low carb” offerin’s didn’t seem too healthy to us…

Puzzle success!

The restaurant’s decor is Americana kitsch, and we were struck by the hair similarities between this woman and Muf’s:

Haha.

Mmmm country fried steak.

Uno JENGA! Brilliant!

It took me about 10 seconds before I figured it out and then I had a good ol’ hearty laugh.