Thought:
Do they make green caskets? When I’m buried, I’d like whatever houses my corpse to decompose along with it, so that I may contribute more fully to the life cycle—return nutrients to the soil and the like.
Do they make green caskets? When I’m buried, I’d like whatever houses my corpse to decompose along with it, so that I may contribute more fully to the life cycle—return nutrients to the soil and the like.
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Greg
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6/23/2009 12:19:00 pm
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Labels: colin steers, death, make me a supermodel, sustainability
Welcome, bros, to the inaugural post of Bros Watch Forever, the TV club to end all TV clubs. Given that Greg, Dan, Aaron, and Lindsey are the only people I've talked with about this, there may or may not be some consternation among sci-fi (or TV club) skeptics about our first show, but hear these words: Battlestar Galactica will rock your fucking face off. It is that good.
Before we get there, though, let's go over the BWaF format: this Friday, I will write a post upon the equivalent of five episodes of BSG (the 2.5-hour pilot and first three episodes of the first season). The following week, someone else will post on the next five, and so on, until, sometime in September, we finish the series out.
Here are links for downloading the pilot (parts 1 and 2):
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=snv4mnid
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UQEP7ZR2
And the first three eps:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=HCMGHRHI
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SW9HAUFW
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=GLSBAFF0
Netflixers, I'm sure this is all on instant watch.
I haven't seen past S1E5, so this will be new for me, too. Comment if you'd like to post. Also comment on how you'd like the format to change . Keep in mind that we want as many people participating as possible--marathon TV-watchers, no complaints about the light episode load, please. That's all for now. More on Friday. Try to catch up before then!
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Tom "Tire Iron" Fry
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6/22/2009 07:38:00 pm
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Labels: Battlestar Galactica, Bros Watch Forever
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Noodles
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6/22/2009 03:52:00 pm
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Labels: carleton, post secret
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Alex iron-loins Sciuto
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6/20/2009 11:19:00 am
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I was searching for an album on mediafire.com using Google, and I forgot momentarily the name of the album. During the pause, a handy google list popped up of searches people were doing using "site:mediafire.com." I assume the list tells the most popular items people are trying to download off mediafire based on Google searches.
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Alex iron-loins Sciuto
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6/18/2009 10:46:00 am
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Labels: google, The wonders of the Internet
It's not often that you see a striking web banner that makes you want to write about it, but but Liberty bar in Seattle sure knows how to design a web ad. I love the simple colors and the combination of fonts. My favorite part of the ad though has to be the "Dinner? / Late Night Snack? / Take Out?" Is the Liberty daring the viewer to order a late night snack or perhaps they're inquiring what you're up to tonight. They probably just want to hang with you.
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Alex iron-loins Sciuto
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6/17/2009 11:19:00 am
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twitter.com/broswinforever
The World is Our Oyster, as Martin Luther King said, quoting Confucious. Well, the world may be a tougher nut to crack than some people think, but the internet is laying wide open at our feet. I believe John F. Kennedy, jr. said that. But I could be wrong.
Whoever did say that, they were right. BrosWinForever has established itself a twitter. Perhaps in a few weeks, the technical staff at BWFnetworks will figure out how to integrate the two, but until then, subscribe to the twitter, and get your friends to too.
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Alex iron-loins Sciuto
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6/16/2009 08:28:00 pm
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Though we bros have closely tracked many memes over the years, I feel that this pheno-meme-non has not been given its due. Videos of pro athletes demonstrating why they are physically superior have been popping up on youtube with greater frequency recently, and of these the creme de la creme may just be the video of Jarron Gilbert jumping of out a pool.
The sheer athletic talent of Gilbert is just plain ridiculous given that he also has posted a video of himself squatting 635lbs. Even though he did not attend the most high profile football school (San Jose State), Gilbert successfully parlayed his internet fame (and maybe his football talent, too) into getting drafted by the Chicago Bears this past April. As he was a third round pick, Gilbert actually has a pretty good shot of making the team in training camp this summer, which is more than can be said for fellow internet celeb Keith Eloi.
An undrafted free agent out of Nebraska-Omaha, Eloi will probably struggle to make the Redskins squad in training camp. Regardless of Gilbert and Eloi's ultimate success, it is long overdue for us bros to salute these shining examples of supreme memedom. One has to wonder though how long it will be until someone gets hurt trying to pull off one of these- No Kobe! Nooooooo!
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Noodles
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6/16/2009 04:44:00 pm
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Labels: Jarron Gilbert, Keith Eloi, leading the brovival, meme tracking
"It was late one night, a few years ago, when a young man was walking through Union Square Park. He suddenly felt someone behind him, their hands over his eyes. When he turned in surprise, there was Bill Murray, his creased face leaning in close. Bill whispered, "No one is ever going to believe you," and then just walked away."
From here.
Seriously, what a cool dude. Add him to the wall of bros.
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Colin the Iron Giant
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12/08/2008 01:51:00 pm
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Dip carries serious social stigma. It’s the disgusting terrible step-child to cigarettes, and it’s rednecks mostly who enjoy it.
I never even considered trying it until Tom offered me some nicotine gum.
“Hey man, you wanna get fucked up on nicotine?”
The way the gum works is you chew it for 10 seconds, and then keep it nestled between your lip and gums. The nicotine gets into your bloodstream directly. This was after two large coffees, so I was tweaking pretty hard. The 2 mgs of nicotine did the trick.
I felt like I could do anything. I could write a 5-page paper in an hour. I could solve a NY Times crossword puzzle in 30 seconds. My brain and heart were operating at a breakneck pace.
Eventually, it wore off, and I needed more. Thankfully the corner store down the street was well-stocked with Skoal.
I opted for the Wintergreen, because I figured the mango-berry-tropical shit would just make me barf. It was shamefully stored behind and below all the cigarettes and cigars.
Dip kind of resembles coffee grounds in appearance, and the inside of a pillow in texture. It’s dark and soft. You take a “pinch” of the stuff with one hand, separate your lip from your gums with the other, and stuff it in.
One other friend once made the mistake of swallowing some, and barfed for a couple hours. Don’t swallow any of it.
The short term effects are fantastic. If you think cigarettes are great, try dip. You are full of hectic energy. You actually buzz a little.
Yeah, you could show me those fucked up photos of people missing jaws, and tell me stories of that guy in your town who is missing his tongue. It's not like I don't know these things. But fuck you, I'm young and I'm going to enjoy myself for a little.
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Jams
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12/05/2008 09:21:00 pm
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hannah is too modest to post a link on the bro blog, so i thought i would do it for her:
http://shakeyoface.blogspot.com/
SHAKE YO FACE, a portland summer phenomenon, is the new hit craze. i am sure that carleton will catch on soon enough.
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Anonymous
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9/11/2008 04:24:00 pm
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http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/31/fashion/31vinyl.html?em
DURING his freshman year at Point Park University in Pittsburgh a couple years ago, James Acklin, now 20, felt lost among the social cliques on his new campus until he got to talking with a student who was in some of his classes. She seemed unusual, and it wasn’t just her look: thick-framed eyeglasses, bangs and vintage dresses. Then, one rainy day in February, the two skipped class and went to her apartment. As soon as she opened her door his instincts were confirmed: she had a turntable. So did he. They both spoke the language of vinyl.
Their bond was sealed as soon as she placed the stylus on an LP by the band Broken Social Scene, he said in an e-mail message. “There was this immediate mutual acknowledgment, like we both totally understood what we define ourselves by,” continued Mr. Acklin, who considers his turntable, a Technics model from the 1980s that belonged to an aunt, a prized possession. “It takes a special kind of person to appreciate pops and clicks and imperfections in their music.”
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Dan
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9/02/2008 12:18:00 am
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