Written on Friday, the 28th of October, 2005 at 1:58 pm and was filed under:
Food
Snap! Pizza and Ice Cream
2851 Johnson Street NE
Minneapolis, MN 55418
(612) 788-9800
We ordered pizza from Snap! in Northeast Minneapolis. The pepperoni and green olive pizza was a little overcooked on the bottom (and tasted too much like flour). The veggie pizza was perfectly cooked but the sauce was a little bland. I think that we expected a little more flavor from a side project of the people who brought us the concentrated deliciousness that is Pop!, but on the other hand, it was the day after I saw them open for the first time.
I’m just glad that we don’t have to order from Papa Johns anymore.
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Written on Friday, the 28th of October, 2005 at 2:13 am and was filed under:
Photography
Still life with peeps.
I’m still averaging less than two posts a day. Over the course of my life. Whatever, these are awesome posts!
You’re a handsome devil, what’s your name?
I need a shave, a haircut, and two bits.
The foosball table is way more playable with some braces. However, even bracing the other side too won’t fix the dead spots. Oh well, that’s what tilting the table is for.
Just remember: spinners aren’t winners!
I guess this is a “pump and dump” night. Yes, that’s a breast milk joke. I went there.
The slogan for Saturday will be “contributing to the deliquency of mothers.”
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Written on Friday, the 28th of October, 2005 at 2:01 am and was filed under:
Photography,
Family
Cake Woman came over last Thursday for a mini-birthday celebration with me and the quasi-fam.
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Written on Friday, the 28th of October, 2005 at 1:37 am and was filed under:
Diversions
Just keep telling yourself that you don’t believe in the supernatural, Jesse. I know that you got the chills while reading this story.
Evil Kids, Hooray!
I think that I saw a ghost once before I moved in with my mom at around age seventeen. I woke up in the middle of the night while sleeping on the couch and saw something standing on the other side of the dining room at the entrance to the hallway. I looked at the shape, which was bright but not casting any light, said to myself “it’s just the moonlight on a coat, and pulled the covers up around my head, because if the scary stuff can’t see you, it can’t get you. It felt like the thing was watching me. I don’t know if it was watching over me or imagining how delicious my then virginal soul would taste.
The next morning I looked exactly where the shape had been and there was no coat. There was no way that light was shining in the hallway in the correct shape either. My only rational explanation is that I dreamed it the exact look of the living room and attached dining room and was aware enough to think clearly and remember it the next morning. That is actually less plausible to me than the idea that a “presense” was in the room watching me. I’ve seen my dreams, they are like the television when someone sits on the remote control. They are like the scrambled porn that you watch when you are fourteen in the hopes of seeing a purple nipple just once through the waving and distortion. My dreams do not include accurate representations of anything — except that I don’t get the ladies in my dreams, either.
NO! I MEAN I GET THE LADIES ALL THE TIME WHILE AWAKE OR ASLEEP!
O! Why do you people let me post?
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